Chapter 971: Marriage Bride: A Marriage (49)

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"Ghost King, some people are good at 10,000 ghost towns. There is no peace of mind, can't catch her!" The soul sighed a big blood on his chest, while holding his clothes corner, his eyes flashed a sharp light.
For so long, Ghost King has never seen her before. Today, she was bullied by a million ghosts and was seriously injured.
Even a cold man would hold her hand and pull him up.
She is waiting, waiting for his hand.
In the next second, the nightmare hurriedly said: "No... not like this!"
"The body of the devil, but still dare to debate, how do you see the land?" The soul resented with a dark red light.
At this moment, Murong Ming stepped in the direction of Luo Ding, and every time he took a step, the heart trembled.
He can sense that the Nether Ring is in this place, and he can even feel the faint fragrance in the air.
Belong to her exclusive atmosphere -
The man under the mask held a jade folding fan in his hand and couldn't see his face, but it made him feel trembled.
"Starting the Ghost King--" Winters sees the nightmare being scared by the soul of the soul. I can't say a word, immediately swearing: "Everything is made by the children of the winter, and has nothing to do with anyone else. !"
A person who rescued her, but for her in danger, she was not a villain if she escaped!
At this time, there was a red moon hanging upside down in the sky. She has long been unable to hear what the people around me say and do.
At this moment, the whole ghost town seems to have fallen into absolute stillness. In front of her eyes, there is only the person wearing a black robes.
He step by step and walked towards him. The deep scorpion is covered with a faint blue light, and the thin lips are lightly swayed, and the scorpion is foggy.
Five meters away, he stopped. I seem to want to say something, but it is like a stalk in the throat.
"Ghost King, please also check it out. This masked person will not be fooled at all. She is good at yin and yin, and she must be careful. It must be a big conspiracy!" The soul of the soul is with a little loss, because Murong Ming has always been from beginning to end. Never had a stop in her for a moment.
Not even reaching out, pulling her up. He just walked around, went to somewhere and stopped, his eyes gazing at the front, never said a word!
For a long time, when the air was suffocated, he slowly said: "I know."
The short three words seem to be responding to the words spoken by the soul.
Her eyes brightened, apparently thinking that the ghost king completely believed her words, could not help but continue to add fuel and vinegar: "This person has a strange artifact, it must be related to the demon. I am the Ming Dynasty, the ghost king, let this enchanting reveal the true face!"
The sound fell, she slowly rose up in her chest, preparing for half weak and half strong, when a blue light like a barrier instantly blocked her.
She looked back at some incomprehensibility, but still sternly confronted Murong: "Ghost king and rest assured, I am a little hurt in my body... cough... no need to worry!"
"Worry?" He sneered, lazy and blinked, his mouth outlined an extremely dangerous smile: "The only thing I can worry about in this life is one person."
He slightly decapitated, looking at the dust in front of him, his right hand waving, the light blue light around her body.
In an instant, she was brought directly into a long-lost embrace by a gentle force.
The next second, he left her hand on the waist, and the right hand lifted her mask.
The action was done in one go, never stopped for a moment, and kissed her firmly.