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There are not many opening remarks,
There is no cumbersome self-introduction,
? There is no brain-dead transition where you come and go with each other;
This killing in Mingdian does not belong to living people,
It kicked off the prelude directly in this abrupt way.
"Funeral Song",
Who sings for?
The roles of the prey and the hunter are vacillating, and the one who was confident in his heart suddenly had an illusion that his side may not be the one who has the last laugh.
With a cold flame, the bone hand pierced through little Lolita's soul, leaving a big hole, a burning hole. Little Lolita could only back away, looking at the injury of her soul, with a gloomy expression.
They wanted to save a little effort, because they knew that the guy in front of him who had escaped from the siege last time was not a very easy character to get along with.
However, they were equally convinced that in the second siege, so many ghosts gathered, and under the premise that the other party had no choice but to throw themselves into the trap, they already had a chance to win.
only,
Now it looks like this,
Is it the appearance of winning?
The twisted and tingling sensation from the depths of her soul kept attacking little Lolita,
She didn't dare to move anymore, this flame came from the bearded man, it was his means of guarding the door, and she was caught off guard by this attack, she was really not prepared at all.
She even worried,
If I hadn't suppressed the injury, it might just disappear.
The soul seems to be more ethereal than the body, with no traces to be found, and no worries of birth, old age, sickness and death, but in fact, at least in this world, the soul is really too fragile.
However, she didn't bring her physical body with her. Now, she regrets it a little.
If her temporary physical body was here at this time, she would not be so passive.
"Forehead¡¡¡¡"
open your mouth,
Little Lolita's tongue began to stick out, and the tongue stretched very long, and she began to try to extinguish the flame that was still flying around her abdomen.
The tongue is constantly being melted,
But the tongue keeps growing,
This is a way to use her own vitality to heal her wounds. Normally, she would not be willing to do so, but at this time, she has no choice.
because,
The throbbing in the depths of my heart,
It has become more and more clear!
first,
She began to think,
myself tonight,
Can you get out of here alive?
And the man with the long beard can be seen to be resisting with all his strength. He is the oldest ghost messenger present, and he has certain hopes to challenge the qualifications of the headhunter.
You must know that in the yang world, judges are basically not born, and most of the head catchers walk in the underworld. Those who can shuttle between the world and hell more freely are called ghost messengers.
?But such a senior ghost messenger, in the short time after that person opened the door,
It was controlled and became a puppet!
? Time turns back half an hour,
This scene,
Who would have thought of them?
? Resisting, struggling, is for dignity, but also for one's own existence,
But at the next moment, when Liang Chuan spoke, he actually followed suit,
Neat and uniform,
God Synchronization:
"This funeral song."
"This funeral song."
"Play for everyone."
"Play for everyone."
"After listening, let's go."
"After listening, let's go."
The long-bearded man stretched out his shriveled arms. There was almost only a layer of skin left on the two arms, which simply covered the bones. Even in the palm of his hand, there were straight white bones, and there was not even a layer of skin for embellishment. .
Over the years,
I don't know how many dead souls were captured by his hands, sent to hell, sent to reincarnation, and turned into his own merit performance, but now, he is like a marionette, manipulated by others,
Be controlled by his original prey.
You take me as your prey?
OK,
Then I will be your master.
?The Faceless Girl uttered a scream, her long hair flew out and wrapped around Liang Chuan, she??
The result of fighting,
is the loser,
Don't even have to do ghosts!
"boom!"
The black killing stick pierced the bearded man's chest. At the same time, Liang Chuan staggered slightly. He was a little dizzy, and the crimson in the bearded man's eyes had disappeared.
He lowered his head, looked at the black killing stick that had pierced his soul, and looked at his body that was so broken that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow away his soul body.
In the eyes,
Full of unbelievable,
Why is this so,
Why did it become like this!
"Kill him, refine the soul!"
In the distance, the little loli, who was still suppressing her serious injury, said sharply:
"He is already dead, the oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry. I want him, life is better than death. I want to burn his dead soul for ten years myself!"
To take advantage of his illness to kill him,
The long-bearded man knelt down on the ground,
The ghost messenger in front bypassed him and continued to rush towards Liang Chuan.
The order of the underworld cannot be profaned. Once today's incident is passed on, they will become the laughing stock of the underworld, so the man in front of him must be dealt with!
Liang Chuan staggered and held on to the door panel,
The ten fingers have already fallen down, and the body has long been soaked in sweat.
line of sight,
It seems to be a little blurred.
In a trance,
He saw vicious ghost messengers rushing towards him, and now, he was so tired, what he wanted to do was to lean against this door frame,
Keep leaning on,
Waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow,
Waiting for the golden sun to shine on him,
Wait for that warm and lazy comfort to wrap you up.
? More than 2,000 kilometers away, there is an old Taoist who is cheering for himself with a live broadcast.
It's just that he never uses a smartphone, so he can't watch the live broadcast.
There is a cold girl, biting her lip, laughing and crying for herself, crying and laughing.
Liang Chuan raised his head,
He doesn't regret what he did, not at all,
but,
He has people he fetters and people he feels sorry for,
One person does things and the other bears the responsibility. Most of the time, it is just a simple and beautiful fantasy.
When the killing stick was about to hit his head,
He raised his hand,
Looking at the white cat that is still grooming its hair below,
Called out:
"Pu'er!"
for a while,
Under the dim street lights,
The cat's shadow began to grow longer and longer,
getting longer and longer,
grow up to,
It seems that the whole old street can be submerged
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Everyone knows that Long did not save the manuscript. These two chapters were written in the first half of the night. Long immediately continued to code,
Today, at least five more!
Long wrote a chapter and sent it out immediately.
Within two months,
We put it on the shelves twice,
Two months is not too long, but some people have forgotten the results and positions we achieved when we launched on February 1st,
Should,
remind them,
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