C436 Ghost Bride

Hu Yan sucked in a breath of cold air.

"Heavenly Master Fang, is she a ghost bride?"

Although he knew the answer in his heart, he still struggled to hold on to a glimmer of hope and asked.

Fang Miaomiao looked at the girl, the flower hairpin on her golden hair gently trembled, reflecting a bright light. It looked like a star, but it was colder than a star.

"That's right, she's the ghost bride