Here Lies The Wicked

Look at the bride in the mirror, square scalp.

The bride is dressed in an ancient red wedding dress embroidered with phoenix, a hundred sons and hundreds of blessings, and is as elegant as possible.

The bride is covered with a red cap and can't see the Five Officers. The bride is the one who got married!

Fang Zheng quickly turned to look at the location of the wedding bed. It was good for the underage wedding newcomers to sit at the end of the day. The bride's hands were stacked on her legs and Xiansook Tuanzhuang.

Faced with this strange scene, Fang is turning his head and looking behind him again. His back is empty. He can look in the mirror again. He is indeed on the back of a motionless ghost bride.

The ghost bride put her hands on his left and right shoulders, people lay on his back, motionless, big red long skirt dragged all over the floor, gold silk phoenix, this is no ordinary rural can afford to marry clothes, such luxurious fine fabric and handmade, which is the wedding, which is clearly which dynasty princess or county lord is marrying. At this point, the bride's head leaned forward slightly, and the red cap on her head nearly rubbed his face, and the two almost touched her face.

Fang is meditating on spiritual martial arts, but this is not a hallucination, nor is it a ghost beating the wall. He does carry a bride behind him.

A ghost bride who can only be seen in the mirror.

“Pretending to haunt! ”

Fang Zheng is covered in blood and masculinity, boiling his own gas and blood, running Voldemort King Kong stamp, making his own gas and blood roll like a furnace.

This is blood, masculinity is forced, the shadow can't sneak.

However, the ghost bride behind him was still lying on his back, his hands resting on his shoulders, his head leaning slightly forward, and their faces nearly sticking together.

At last, Fang Zheng couldn't calm down, her pupils shrunk. This ghost bride is neither hallucinating nor afraid of masculine blood, but she can skew behind her back.

Fang Zheng came to the wedding bed before reaching out to lift the bride's head cover. He wanted to see what was faking the ghost.

But this is the moment!

“If it were me, I wouldn't be a demon to lift this cap.” Inside the shady underwedding cave, a young girl's voice suddenly creeps from behind.

There is also a bit of happiness in the voice.

Her gaze was cold and she turned to the door.

This is the face of a high school student, the delicate goose egg with a slight chill under his face, the small bare waist, the jade bone is natural, not pretty like a real person... high school student.

Seventeen or eight years old.

“Are you from the Peugeot family?” Her eyes flashed slightly, and the cold light flashed.

Outside the door, the elegant high school girl leaned back against the hallway wall, her eyelids under her long eyelashes, seemed surprised to measure directly below, slightly surprised: “You are one of the few intelligent creatures in a man. ”

“But unfortunately, one thing you're wrong about is that I didn't put the curse on you. ”

Square eyebrows wrinkled.

This little girl at the airport who doesn't even have breasts growing in front of her, she seems to have an aversion to masculinity because of her tone?

Born to despise all men?

The cold-blooded girl said with some happiness and joy: "The man I chased here from Dragon Lake Village put a curse on you, and it seems that for a short time, we had a common goal, and I grabbed the man I was going to grab, and then you found him to break the curse on you. ”

A curse?

You mean the ghost bride who stayed on his back?

Dragon Lake Village?

Looks like they're hunting something important.

Didn't you come after him?

Or was there someone else on the kill list who was in front of him?

And what exactly is this woman in front of you? What role does it play in this series of events?

For a moment, many doubts flashed in my mind, but I was more concerned about the ghost bride lying on his back: "You seem to have known from the beginning that there is a curse in this room? ”

The cold-blooded girl looked at me like a crawler overlooking a mud pit from the top of a cloud, sarcastically: "Are you still angry to ask me why I knew all this in advance and didn't tell you? And in the face of death threats, you make hysterical growls? ”

Huh.

I don't know, Fang Zheng chuckled: “Ming, a high school student who doesn't have any breasts, but he has to learn to talk like an adult. ”

“Isn't this just a second disease poisoning too deep? ”

Seems to be right, touching a cold girl's bottom line that must never be touched, she suddenly masked the cold frost, she was only seventeen or eighteen years old in high school, but a pair of eyes showed a completely ageless killing intent.

But get it!

Fang Zheng took the lead.

Fang Zhengyin has just fallen, step under his feet, boom, the whole house shook down, seemed unable to bear the huge force, shaking down, Fang Zheng people have instantly killed.

There's no question, it can't be solved by catching a beating.

If so, open the bow to the left and right for two beats.

In particular, the aura of the other party's appearance was exhilarating. The party was very unhappy. If it was unhappy, it would strike down like mud.

The cold-blooded girl also seemed to have no idea that she was going to do what she said she was going to do and suddenly erupted without warning.

Amazing explosive power!

Fast!

What a quick knife!

In the rush room, she didn't dare face the knife.

Boom!

The wall burst, collapsed, a red brick bearing wall was cut out of a huge hole by a sword, like being hit by a solid gun bullet from a battleship, the brick broke, and the earth splashed.

The knife storm moves like a hurricane, flying sandstone, the second sword of Fangzheng, if the bully runs the thunder, chases out.

Boom!

The floor on the second floor, where the prefabricated cement slab was laid at the foot, was split by a knife for more than a dozen meters, almost entirely through the floor of the front and rear houses.

Especially the air is burning hot, the moisture in the air is evaporated light, there are only split prefabricated cement plates, the steel bars are burning red, deformed, hidden signs of melting.

It can be seen how powerful Jiuyang Qi really is when Fang Zheng's sword goes down.

Just two knives cut this rural house to pieces.

Obviously, it's uninhabitable.

But despite all this, he continued to chase out the third knife.

“Have you ever heard a bull sit on a wire and pretend to bring lightning? ”

“Little cow, don't you like to lecture people in an old fashion? ”

“Come on, let Uncle... let Brother take care of you, stand still, let Brother cut your head like a watermelon, what are you, human skin? Or people?”

“Enough!” The glamorous girl's eyes were boring and she was already angry.

At this time, a flat skin floated silently from the underwedding cave room directly behind the square, fingers as sharp as eagle claws, tight hoops towards the ankles of the stepped ankles.

Boo!

Cicada membrane on the surface skin, breaking through eighteen layers in a row… stop.

All of a sudden, the human skin on the ground burned without fire… Pfft, burning to ashes.

+1 Normal Soul Qi.

At this time, above the square head, two pieces appeared sometime, crawling close to the hallway ceiling, also flat as paper cut human skin, pale face fell quietly, ghost claws grabbed towards the square head...