Chapter 104: Pu'er!

There is not much opening,
There is no tedious self-introduction,
There is also no brainstorming transition between you and me;
This killing in Hades is not a living thing,
The prologue started directly in this abrupt way.
"Burial Song",
Who is it for?
The roles of prey and hunter are swaying, and the side who had originally promised to take the place suddenly had an illusion. On his side, it seems that he is not necessarily the last person to laugh.
The boneless hand with a cold flame, after piercing the soul of Little Loli, left a big hole, a big burning hole, and Little Loli could only retreat, looking at the injury of his soul, and his face was gloomy.
They want to save a little effort, because they know that this guy who escaped the encirclement last time is not a very good character.
However, they were also convinced that the second round of suffocation and the gathering of so many ghosts today, they had already won the victory under the premise that the other party had to vote for the net.
just,
Now this way,
Is it the winning ticket?
The twisting and tingling sensations from the depths of the soul continue to invade Little Loli,
She dared not go any further. This flame came from the long-bearded man, which was his janitor's means, and she was attacked by this unexpectedly. She was really not at all prepared.
She even worried,
If you do not suppress this injury, you will probably disappear.
The soul seems to be more illusory than the body, no trace can be found, there is no worry about birth and death, but in fact, at least in this sun, the soul is really too fragile.
But her flesh did not come with her. Now, she regrets it.
If her body is temporarily here, she is not as passive.
"amount…………"
Mouth open,
Little Loli's tongue began to stick out. The tongue stretched out very long and long, and she began to try to extinguish the flames that were still on her abdomen.
The tongue is constantly melting,
But the tongue keeps growing,
This is a way to heal the wounds with her own vitality. She must not be willing to change it to usual, but at this time, she has no choice.
because,
Throbbing deep inside,
It is getting clearer!
the first time,
She started to think,
Myself tonight,
Can you leave here alive?
The long-beard man can be seen struggling to resist. He is the oldest ghost on the spot and has a certain hope to impact the qualification of the head.
You should know that in the sun, the judge is basically not born, and most of the heads are walking on the yin. They can move between the world and more freely, which is the ghost.
But a senior ghost like this, but in that short time after that person opened the door,
Was controlled, became a puppet!
Time goes back half an hour,
This scene,
Who would think of them?
Resistance, struggling, is for dignity, but also for your own existence,
But at the next moment, when Liang Chuan spoke, he also followed his voice,
Uniformly,
God synchronization:
"This funeral song."
"This funeral song."
"Play for everyone."
"Play for everyone."
"After listening, it's easy to go on the road."
"After listening, it's easy to go on the road."
The bearded man protruded his shriveled arms, almost leaving only a layer of skin on both arms, simply covering the bones, and even in the palm of his hand, it was directly senran bones, even the layer of skin used for embellishment. .
Over the years,
I don’t know how many souls were captured by his men, sent to hell, sent to reincarnation, and turned into his own merits and performances, but now, he is like a string puppet, controlled by people,
Manipulated by his own prey.
You take me as your prey?
Row,
Then I will be your master.
The faceless woman uttered a loud scream, her long hair flew out, and she leaned towards Liang Chuan. She knew that once nothing could be done tonight, she would get nothing.
Leaving hell, leaving the waterhole, even if there is a blessing around him, but for her, it is also a huge consumption. If she returns without gain, she will not be able to leave next time.
The water pool will become her permanent bondage, and she will have to worry about whether her frail self will be affected by the group of deceased people on Huangquan Road, and then will be completely degraded and integrated into their group from one end to another. .
She is unwilling to lose,
Can't lose,
She didn't want to think about it as before, standing in the water hole, watching these people can leave, she could only growl in anger!
Liang Chuan turned his head to look at the faceless woman. The deep red eyes seemed to hide two rounds of blood moons. At the same time, two lines of blood and tears flowed out of his eyes. It is conceivable that he did not look like that on the surface. Freehand.
However, the striking of Liang Chuan's ten fingers was lighter than before.
There was no piano in front of him, and naturally there was no sound,
But that eager rhythm,
But it seems to be knocking on the hearts of everyone present,
Hit their hearts again and again!
They are ghost messengers and guardians of the order of Yin and Yang. From ancient times to the present, they have been the of their souls to hell.
And today,
Then someone started to give them away!
The faceless woman’s facial expression was distorted for a while. She was originally expressionless, but at this time, her face began to be bumpy, even her long hair with special abilities became at this time. The venomous snakes above Medusa's head were not attacking others, but refusing themselves.
Silent piano sound, permeable.
This is a vortex,
No one is spared!
In the faceless woman's body, there was a strange sound, like what was calling, and there was some resonance with Liang Chuan.
"You said, you want to be the messenger of hell.
I,
promise you. "
This sentence is not for the faceless woman, but for the soul swallowed by her.
It’s not easy for a lonely family to have a friend, and this time, he lost two.
He found Xiao Qiang's soul. Although he fell into a deep sleep, he would wake up one day.
The soul of Moon City is in front of him, and he will send her to her home.
You said I was a judge,
Then I will be the judge,
so what?
Liang Chuan raised his hand and then slammed down.
The faceless woman raised her head violently, and her body began to twist. The soul that was suppressed by her deliberately not to be completely engulfed. At this moment, with the help of external forces, she began to attack her.
The girl's soul was originally used by her to threaten him, but now it has become a bomb hidden in her body and seems to have the ability to detonate herself.
Two different kinds of Li Xiao and screams came out of the faceless woman's body. The two women were biting, fighting, and devouring.
Liang Chuan gave the ring,
Set the environment,
leftover,
It is your own competition.
He has confidence in her, and she is even more suitable for than she is.
The ghosts around them naturally did not watch the drama beside them, but shot together. At this time, they no longer care about whether they will lose their vitality and whether they will affect their stay in the sun;
They knew that the situation had started to run out of control,
Now, all this must be forced back to the rhythm they want.
For a time, the presence of the killing stick, the spirit sacred streamer, the dementing bell and so on came to Liang Chuan together, but the long-bearded man stood in front of Liang Chuan with almost selflessness.
He was unable to fight back, but he suffered all the blows stiffly, and his soul began to break in a short time.
Obviously a hunter,
At this time, he sacrificed himself to protect his prey,
It is even more selfless than the most loyal servant!
The faceless woman knelt down on the ground and screamed loudly. Ordinary people could not hear it. The neighbors in the neighborhood continued to sleep on them, but the cats and dogs on the old street felt sensitive anomalies. But he did not dare to be restless, only to curl up and tremble beside his nest.
This is a struggle in which living beings cannot participate,
It's a group of deaths in the world,
The result of the fight,
Is the losing side,
Not even ghosts have to do it!
"boom!"
The black kill rod penetrated the chest of the bearded man. At the same time, Liang Chuan was slightly staggered. He was dizzy, and the redness in the eyes of the bearded man had disappeared.
He lowered his head, looked at the black kill rod that had penetrated his soul, and then looked at him so broken that he could blow away his soul as if a gust of wind came,
In the eyes,
It's full of unbelievable,
Why is this happening,
Why is it like this!
"Kill him, refining the soul!"
In the distance, still suppressing her seriously injured little Loli said:
"He is no longer good, the lamp is exhausted, I want him, life is better than death, I will personally brand his dead soul for ten years!"
Taking advantage of his illness,
The bearded man kneeled down on the ground,
The ghost in front was bypassing him and rushing towards Liang Chuan,
The order of the cannot be blasphemy. Once the things of today are passed on, they will become the laughing stock of the vagina, so the man in front of him must solve it!
Liang Chuan staggered to support the door,
Ten fingers have fallen down, and his body has long been soaked with sweat.
Sight,
It seems to be a little blurred.
In a trance,
He saw that fierce ghosts were throwing at himself, and now, he was so tired, what he wanted to do was actually relying on this door frame,
Keep leaning,
Waiting for the sun to rise tomorrow,
Waiting for the golden sunshine to be found on him,
Waiting for that warm and lazy comfort to wrap yourself.
More than two thousand kilometers away, an old man is cheering and cheering himself in a live broadcast.
It's just that he never uses a smartphone, so he can't watch the live broadcast.
There was a cold girl who bit her lip, smiled and cried for herself, crying and laughing.
Liang Chuan raised his head,
He did not regret what he did, he did not regret it at all,
but,
He has people he is fettered by, people he is sorry for,
One person is responsible for one job, and many times it is just a simple and beautiful fantasy.
When the kill stick is about to hit his head,
He raised his hand,
Looking at the white cat still sorting his hair below,
Called out:
"Pu'er!"
For a while,
Under the dim street lamp,
The shadow of the cat is getting longer and longer,
Getting longer and longer ~EbookFREE.me~ growing up,
It seems that the entire old street can be flooded...

Long did not save the manuscript, as everyone knows, these two chapters were written in the middle of the night, and Long continued to code immediately,
Today, at least five more!
Long wrote a chapter and sent it out immediately.
Within two months,
We are on the shelves twice,
It’s not too long in two months, but some people have forgotten the achievements and positions we made on the shelves on February 1,
That,
remind them,
We're back!