"ah?"

Wu Gui was stupid, "Go...go to see him?"

"What? Are you scared?"

"This...is not a problem of fear."

Wu Gui stammered, "Brother Mo Wu doesn't know anything. Duan Ming is very strong, much stronger than Rong Hai, just the two of us..."

I!

The last one, Sany Ghost is handsome!

you!

The second to last, a little white face!

With just the strength of the two of us, just passing by like this, isn’t we asking for humiliation?

certainly.

He didn't dare to say this.

"Not as good."

He tentatively said, "When my king comes back, you and her...hehe."

He really wants to say it.

If you blow the pillow wind and make the king feel comfortable, will you solve everything?

"Tell me about Sanniang?"

Gu Han's eyes turned cold, "Then I'm a soft-hearted person?"

Wu Gui: "???"

His eyes were almost glaring out.

Didn't you eat it?

You eat more soft rice than we eat!

"lead the way."

Gu Han said coldly: "What happened, I will hold on!"

"Brother Mowu."

Wu Gui was worried, "I said, what if, what if, if you can't stand it..."

"Sanniang's head!"

“…”

Wu Gui was speechless, and his eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Gu Han!

Really just eat soft rice?

Gu Han was not afraid at all.

Sanniang can’t stand it, Honghe can still hold it!

"This short-lived ghost!"

Qian Ye said coldly: "It must be that dog guy from Baibo who was sent to cause trouble for you! He made a wishful thinking!"

There is the Red River Ghost Lord here.

Naturally, Bai Gu did not dare to do it himself, but the ghost coach was the one under the command of Li Meng Guijun, which was completely different.

"He's overthinking!"

A trace of coldness flashed in Gu Han's eyes, "If it were half a month ago, it might be a bit tricky, but now..."

Now this skin bag has increased its strength.

He would not be afraid of a mere Duanming.

"If you kill this short-lived ghost, you have to find a way to get rid of the scourge of white bones!"

Qianye thought for a while, "Otherwise, he kept staring at you and nothing went smoothly!"

Gu Han didn't say anything more.

I changed my mind and kept thinking about ways to deal with bones.

As they leave.

Two sneaky figures slipped out of the Wangu Hall... In the middle, there was a rope.

"Going east!"

"Go west!"

"Listen to me!"

"Why! Who are you old!"

"I'll bite you to death!"

"I'll give you a kick!"

“…”

Before he succeeded, he fought in a group of people and trees because of the question of which direction he was heading.

I fought for a long time.

They suddenly reacted.

This ghost realm is covered in darkness, and it is impossible to tell the difference between the east, west, south and north!

...

Let’s put aside the alien Gui Sanniang.

The architectural style of the Ghost Clan perfectly adheres to the characteristics of this clan, gloomy, dark, and terrifying ghostly spirit, just like purgatory.

A corner of Gui Sanniang's territory.

A hall that is not built on white bones but still looks ferocious.

Above the main position.

A ghost clan with a dry body, a blue-black complexion, a deep cheeks, and a skinny and bone-like ghost sitting here.

It’s Duan Ming!

Behind him, six ghost generals were silent and ranked on the left and right.

Aside.

There were dozens of ghost slaves quietly behind him.

"Human heart..."

Looking at the delicious food on the table, he smiled faintly. The nails were half a foot long in the depths of the dead branches-like ghost claws!

Pinch a warm heart.

The movements were elegant and calm and skillful. He gently stroked his fingers, but only took a little bit of the flesh in his heart, put it in his mouth and chewed it carefully.

As for the rest.

But he threw it to the ghost slave beside him.

Below.

The four ghost coaches who were having fun saw this scene and felt secretly distressed.

Such a good thing.

Give it to the ghost slave?

Such a luxury and wasteful?

Is this the treatment and confidence of the top ghost handsome?

Both are ghost coaches.

They secretly compared each other, but found that they were far inferior in terms of strength, podium, or status.

"really."

After a moment, Duan Ming opened his eyes and praised: "Only this meat in his heart tastes the best."

Seeing this.

A ghost slave respectfully handed over a square scarf, which was delicate in texture, but was sewn with human skin!

"Everyone."

Wiping the blood on the corner of his mouth, he looked at the four ghost coaches and said lightly: "Who Mowu hasn't come out of seclusion yet?"
To be continued...