Chapter 3909: 4.1509 cost

Chapter 3909 4.1509 Price
Feng Mulin was stunned, and several ghostly ghosts fell from the sky exhaustedly, fluttering continuously into the trees.
It took a while for the body to stretch out, and it got out of it with a grey face.
The deputy master of the dream, holding the host of the ghost face in one hand, walked out staggeringly.
"Hurry up."
In the other compartment, the ghost deputy who escaped from the fortifications, hurriedly scolded the eagle man under him, stretched out his feet, kicked him, and yelled at him, angrily, "Get up!"
The phantom was obviously exhausted and couldn't get up.
The devil's vice-principal turned his head, and a pair of eyes shot fiercely, "What are you doing?"
I saw the host of the ghostly face withdrawing the messenger with a cold face, turned his head to look at him, his eyes were a little stunned.
"It is natural to report this incident well."
"Report?" The deputy ghost master rushed forward a few steps, and wanted to compete for the jade charm of the ghost face master, "What did you say? Bow master, what did you say! You said to it above?" what?"
On the side of the side, Meng Futang laughed coldly, "Are you still afraid? Aren't you even going to violate the meaning of the host?"
"Something is wrong now, and you are afraid again." Meng Futang smiled with a sullen expression, "Look at you!"
"How dare you mock me!"
"What? Isn't it? I've told you that small facial paralysis is not as easy as you think."
"If you can't lock her consciousness, take away all the tokens on her body. She will continue to surprise you." Meng Futang said sarcastically.
"You!" The deputy chief of the ghost was so annoyed that this face was paralyzed. Where did he know that there could be so many golden figures hidden around this goods?
The deputy chief of the ghost turned his head, and stared angrily at the ghost-faced chief. "Grandmaster, did you already know the means of this paralyzed face? What did you report to it? Don't you put any responsibility on it? Me! You have an undeniable responsibility for this. "
"I'm just telling the truth." The Ghost Noodle Master glanced at him coldly. "You didn't obey orders, you dispatched the sprites and launched an attack arbitrarily. As a result, more than 4,000 sprites have now lost 3,000."
"Why is it my responsibility? If not for you indecision!"
"The host means, besiege them! For the time being, they will not be able to get out of Feng Mulin for three days!" The ghost-faced master interrupted him and said coldly, "Everything messed up for you."
"No, Lord, Bow Lord!"
"In the next three months, you can spend a good time in Purgatory Valley." The ghost-faced lord sneered, turned around, and didn't look at him, and then left with the vice-host of the dream.
Leaving the ghost deputy chief, angrily kicked at a hawk.
One foot was still suffocated, and the deputy chief of the ghost even struck the humming hawk with his feet.
"Waste, waste, a bunch of waste!" He roared loudly in the forest.
A pair of eyes shot an angry poisonous light, turned his head, and stared at the fortifications that were broken into ruins.
"This facet paralysis."
"Someday, I will kill you under the sword. Let you pay the price you deserve."
Early the next morning.
Xia Helmet, the head of the small fortifications, and a group of Royal College students sent Arbor and Mo Lian to the entrance of Feng Mu Lin.
"It feels like someone is thinking about me behind my back."
(End of this chapter)