Chapter 902: The most dazzling red

The smell of the woman behind the door is completely different from other top red clothes. It is a kind of extreme evil. When her eyes fall on her, she will be attracted involuntarily, and then slowly sink and lose herself.
She is dangerous, and everyone who sees her knows this. But no one fled, and the body lost control when she saw her.
"Zhang Ya ..."
Sitting on the cold ground of the ghost school, his fingers were stained with thick blood stains, and Chen Ge suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if reflected in his eyes was not a red ghost, but some kind of human emotion. polymer.
She was so real in her eyes, but she couldn't touch it.
This strange feeling is not limited to Chen Ge. The other three top red clothes of the ghost school all have abnormalities. Their unconscious response did not seem to meet the same kind, but more like a fish living in shallow water. A giant beast floating in the deep sea.
"I remembered a legend about psychic ghost schools."
"In this school, there is a name that can never be mentioned, everything about her is taboo."
"Some people said she was the doorkeeper, and others said she killed the doorkeeper."
The painter looked at his last picture, and the confused little ghost above was looking away.
"Wrong step, this picture should have been left for her." The black arm behind the painter fell off his body, and he actively stripped the will of the ghost school from himself.
"Do you want to give up?" The man in the blood mist wanted to cry without tears. Most of his body had been assimilated with the blood mist, paying a heavy price, but not gaining anything.
"The school will be afraid, and I will be affected if it is not stripped." The painter's voice is still calm, and no one can guess his mind.
"Impact? Will the top red suit be afraid?"
"I don't know, I don't want to know." The wounded painter looked up at the door of the psychic ghost school: "The blood-red world behind the door is a bottomless abyss. We live behind the door. I always thought I was Part of the abyss, but now I found out that we are all people who stare at the abyss. "
The black blood flowed out a little. In order to kill good and evil, the painter used his special ability and endured the sins accumulated behind the door for several years. He stared at the woman behind the door and digs his nails into the meat.
"Why are you still coming back?"
The door, which was about to break in half, was held by the woman. The three evil spirits on the door panel seemed to be alive. Only the blood in the left eye, a chain of gushing out of the evil spirit, wrapped around the woman's arm. .
"opportunity!"
The sickness in the blood fog burst into the body, leaving only one head. He knew that he had only one chance to shoot, so he no longer retained any strength. The blood fog around the ghost school was all boiling. Even with the city, there was a lot of fog. He plundered.
At the same time, there were rumbling crying deep in the Scarlet City, the patient's face was ugly, he gritted his teeth, and forced himself not to pay attention.
Two of the top three red men teamed up to attack the woman, and in the end only the painter stood alone in the middle of the ghost school.
His arms were raised, his fingertips were full of blood, and he wanted to paint, but his arms were still unable to move.
"Why are you still coming back!"
The black hair hung down, revealing the woman's small half of her face, and her dark red eyes seemed to be reflected in the stars in the blood.
The attack of Chang Wenyu and the sick suit has arrived, but she is staring at the painter.
Without saying a word, without any movement, just staring at the painter.
The raised arm was as if it were petrified, and the painter's heart fell on the ground drop by drop along the palm of his hand.
But even if this precious heart and blood was wasted, the painter did not change anything, he did not paint.
When the last drop of blood fell, the painter's face was pale, and the dark eyes were full of cracks, like a crystal ball that had been broken.
The wind dried the painter's blood, the woman's bright red lips outlined a thrilling smile, and she slowly pressed down with the hand holding the door. The ghost in the door and Chang Wenyu wailed at the same time, but she seemed completely Can't hear the same thing, stepped on the door of the ghost school that symbolized the four-star scene.
"The door is the channel that connects the world of blood and reality, no one dares to be so blasphemous, you ..." Hidden in the blood mist, only the head of the sick suit left what he wanted to say, he suddenly found that he opened his mouth, But there was no sound, something seemed to be stuffed in his throat.
He looked down, a strand of black hair brushed the corners of his eyes, and suddenly turned around. He found that countless black hair was drilling out of his neck, as if his own hair was penetrating his body.
"Ignore the blood mist? How did she find me? This is definitely not what the red dress can do!"
Black hair is like a curse that can't get rid of. He wants to wrap the sick suit into a living spouse. He doesn't know when he will be successful.
It was a stunned effort, the back of the sick suit was broken, he stared at the scarlet eyes, and before he was wrapped in black hair, he turned his head into a blood mist, leaving only a tear-like thing.
The sick man was covered with sin, but the tear in his head was crystal clear, as if it were his most precious memory.
Without the body, the sick suit was completely immersed in the blood mist, and there was blood rain under the sky, and the most vicious curse was hidden in every drop of rain.
"You can't stop me!"
The tear was hidden in the rain and rushed to the door beside the woman.
The black-red skirt was wet by blood rain, and the woman's other hand was slowly raised.
The boundless black hair is like an inverted sea, unconsciously covered the whole sky.
Her eyes moved away from the painter, her flawless eyes stared at the ghost school somewhere, five slender fingers were slowly clenched, and the black hair penetrated the blood mist, wrapping the ghost school in ~ www.mtlnovel. com ~ She didn't look for the tears at all, but wanted to tear up all the rain!
The black hair fluttered, and the red clothes were like blood. The woman stepped on the door of the psychic ghost school and unscrupulously impacted everything around her.
"Painter!" Lin Sisi let out Xu Yin and came to the painter in a hurry: "Why didn't you just do it? You should have another chance ..."
"It's useless." The painter's arms were unable to hang down. He looked at the woman who stepped on the door under his feet. His expression was complicated: "I can only paint ghosts. That woman is about to become a fierce god."
"The fierce god?" Lin Sisi heard this for the first time.
A trace of fear and longing flashed in the painter's eyes: "On top of the red dress, there is the fierce god."
The black hair wrapped the sky, the black hair flooded the ground, and there was only one figure in the eyes of everyone between the sky and the ground.
She is wearing a red dress and is the only blood red in this world.
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