The Corpse Ruler Confuses the World, All Seven Husbands Are Devils

“Bang.” The ink poured on my left face with the other hand fan, “What do you think you are, you seriously think I dare not touch you?

After that, the ink leaned and didn't look at the ink. Release the hand that grabbed the ink and then sit still on the chair and drink tea.

“The ink poured.” This is the first time that Ink Dumpling is called Ink Dumpling's name. I thought that since I was possessed of this body, I would live as this body. I didn't expect that, the more so, the more people would feel bullied.

“If you dare to sweat again in the future, I promise you, there are many other ways to make your life worse than your death.” The ink pours these words out as if the person who now threatens the ink pours is not himself, but someone else.

But just like that, it all makes Ink sweat. She didn't know the means of ink leaning, she heard that ink leaning eyes were also blind.

But can she really give up the Dust Spirit?

Since the first time I saw the wind and dust spirit, Ink felt her heart tremble violently. It was a feeling that she had never had before and she rejoiced. From the bones, she even felt she was born in search of him.

Unfortunately, he is the sidekick of ink.

This makes the ink disappointing.

“Boom.”

The color in front of the ink-tiltered eyes gradually renders a blood-red color, blood-red all over the world. She wiped her eyes with her hands up and found the blood still red.

Keep your head down and look at your hands. There's blood all over you. She knew for the first time that she could have kept so much blood.

And it still hurts.

At this time, the glass thinks of the wind and dust spirits. The clean, dust-free man, when sucked by himself, does it hurt too!

“Go to hell! Hahahaha...” Mo leaned up with a porcelain bottle and smiled madly.

Mo Qiang smiled lightly, how she hoped that this woman would die immediately, then the wind and dust spirit is hers!

While both of them were immersed in their “good” thoughts, the inky jaw, clamped by a tight clamp of strength, could hear the cracking of her own jaw bone.

“You, look, die!” The ink poured onto the inky stomach, and the ink poured out with strength. Not yet, the ink tipped her neck again and pushed it against the wall.

The inky feet were getting farther and farther from the ground, her face paler and the air she could breathe was getting thinner and thinner. For the first time, so close to death.

“Let go.” The ink poured with the inner force clapped on the back of the ink poured glass, the ink poured glass only felt a bit of sweetness in her mouth, of course she knew what it was, hold on, swallowed the sweet and alive. Then, turning his head, he slipped a bloodthirsty golden glow in his eyes and grabbed the neck of the ink with his opposite hand, raising it to the same height as the ink.

Munchkin's kung fu is still higher than Munchkin's. Though he was strangled by the ink, his hands and feet didn't stop, and he hit the ink on one hand.

But the ink poured as if they cared nothing. The hands that clamped their necks became tighter and tighter. Gradually, the ink poured and the ink poured on their faces showed extremely painful colors. The five officials twisted together, their faces pale as white paper, and the hands that grabbed the ink poured slowly dropped, no longer resisting. Or rather, they have no strength to resist at all. Their consciousness is gradually blurring and their eyes are slowly dissipating. As if the next second, they would leave the world!