At the same time, named her Nie Xiaoqian.
But Nie Xiaoqian is still fierce. When there are wicked people around, she will attack the opponent desperately. Over time, when Li Yun becomes stronger, she will no longer need Nie Xiaoqian's help.
"No, the son does not need to apologize to the slave family."
Nie Xiaoqian glanced at several women around with blood-red eyes, and found that they were all beautiful, and they seemed to be the wives of the son.
The woman with a calm expression and an immortal temperament, and a great threat to her, should be the son's wife, right?
Thinking of this, Nie Xiaoqian became more and more in awe of her.
In Gong Qingyu's eyes, the female ghost in red used bright red strange eyes, scrutinizing them in a circle, and seemed to confirm something. The female ghost's eyes made her scalp numb.
"Uh."
Seeing the performance of the two women, Qingyu and Lianyi, Li Yun gave a wry smile, so he didn't want to let Nie Xiaoqian out. After all, ghosts are ghosts. They are fierce, and they may kill frantically at all times, which is worrying.
"Big villain, when did you raise a ghost? It was hidden well before."
Qing Zhu stared at Nie Xiaoqian for a few moments, his face became weird: "And he is still a cruel ghost, with good strength!"
"She's Nie Xiaoqian, she's a female ghost I met by chance."
Li Yun explained her origins and learned that Nie Xiaoqian was a hundred years ago, and after the tragic experience of being killed by gangsters to protect her innocence, Gong Qingyu's expression gradually eased, and she looked at her sympathetically and said: "Xiao Qian...this name comes from "Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio", she is indeed very beautiful."
Aside from the eerie and strange aura of Nie Xiaoqian, her figure is actually very tall, wearing a big red dress, her skin is as white as snow, her facial features are exquisite, her eyes are blood-red, and she has a ray of red light. She has a beauty that is different from ordinary people.
Moreover, Nie Xiaoqian's etiquette is actually very good, standing gracefully, walking like a weak Liu Fufeng, she must have been well educated during her lifetime, not a peasant girl.
"Thank you for the girl's compliment."
Nie Xiaoqian, who was not mad, first thanked Gong Qingyu cautiously, and then smiled at Li Yun in shame. The smile was very subtle and euphemistic, and said: "My son, I didn't blame you for what you meant. Sex, so during this period of time I have been cultivating my character in the spirit ring, and I have also read a lot of books given to me by the son, and my life is not hard."
These days, Nie Xiaoqian vaguely remembered some fragments of her life. She seemed to be a singer, so she was not a singer who sold herself for pleasure, but she couldn't help but often felt depressed.
These hours in the soul-raising ring made Nie Xiaoqian feel warm and calm and happy.
"You like it." Li Yun said with a smile: "However, the soul-raising ring is too small. I will give you a bigger place so that you can cultivate slowly and retreat from the fierceness of the ghost. What do you think? "
"My son, you mean...?"
Nie Xiaoqian looked up and looked around. She only saw the strange flowers and weeds around her, the beautiful scene, and her blood-red eyes widened in surprise.
