Chapter 1540: From now on, the slave family will be yours

Zhang Wanlin's neutralization halo refers to realizing ghosts and weakening their power within a range of 100 meters centered on him.
The closer you get to him, the more weakened it becomes.
The situation like going up in person now has been weakened to the extreme, almost 100%.
One hundred percent is equivalent to something, it is equivalent to completely turning from a ghost to a human being, falling from the sky to the mortal world, and the strength directly soars to zero.
This is only the case with perverted mechanisms like Zhang Wanlin, and other things will not happen at all.
In other words, the arrogant painter is just an ordinary "person" under Zhang Wanlin at this moment.
This truth was also understood by Zhang Wanlin after a long kiss.
The painter's originally proud heart is now panicked.
What is the situation now?
I can't use any power, and my whole body is limp and at the mercy of others.
Could it be that the first time I am a ghost is going to be ruined here?
Absolutely not.
She exhausted all her strength to squeeze out some ghostly power to control her body and wrap it around Zhang Wanlin's body, trying to pull him away.
If she pulls away, she can regain her strength and fight against it.
The power in him is too evil.
What caused this power in him is really incredible.
After finally waiting for this opportunity, how could Zhang Wanlin easily let it go?
Now that it is stuck to her, as long as she uses the Yin and Yang double cultivation method, she can be completely weakened, and she will not be his opponent anyway.
Thinking of this, Zhang Wanlin used all his strength to hug the painter.
This man entangled on the ground endlessly, attacking and defending each other endlessly. From the end of the room to the front of the room, the furniture was all over, and the broken glass splashed all over the floor.
The originally orderly boudoir is now in a mess.
As an ordinary "person", how could the Painted Skin Ghost be the opponent of this eleven-meter-old man?
Her delicate body is getting weaker and weaker, so small that she can't even move.
Do you really want to be taken by a human here?
My God—Painted Ghost is heartbroken.
What can we do now, when the crisis is in time, ghosts are unpredictable, but what should we do?
Must find a way, must find a way, there must be a way to escape.
"Officials, the slave family has a miserable life experience, and it is hard to become a ghost, so let's go to the slave family."
Seeing that he couldn't get rid of it, the painter simply used his unique skill-poor Dafa.
Under such a beautiful face, it matched that lovely expression, let alone a person, a ghost would have pity for three points.
She just wanted to use the other's pity to get out.
As long as you keep a distance, you can show your skills and make this human look good! Zhang Wanlin sat on her, holding her hands, her hair underneath her messy, covering her eyes, tears rippling, indeed arousing pity in life.
He watched motionlessly, seeming to be really moved.
this is a good chance.
The Painter hurriedly said: "Officials, as long as you let the slaves go this time, if you are reincarnated, you will definitely be your wife and will never break your promise."
"Now, are you planning to let the slave house go?"
She said hypnotically in a very gentle tone.
Zhang Wanlin still looked at her, from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.
Don't get me wrong, it's not because of pity, but because this ghost is really pretty.
The messy hair just outlines her messy beauty, just like a flower blooming in the chaotic world.
The slightly torn apart luxurious robes are rippling in spring, fascinating, even a fold in the clothes is surprisingly beautiful and an unspeakable story.
Let her go?
! joke! The interest is here, how can you say let it go and let it go.
Besides, this is one of the tasks issued by the system.
Today I will represent the people, represent the light, and eliminate you on behalf of thousands of all male compatriots! Zhang Wanlin said: "I let you go, but who of the victims you killed let them go?"
The painter was stunned, fearing in his heart, it is impossible... "Don't!"
Painted Skin Ghost screamed in shock, trying to escape, but Zhang Wanlin could not let her succeed and continue to attack.
Sadako waited outside for a long time and didn't see the master coming out. Could something happen?
As a servant, in theory, if something happens to the master, then she is free.
But after a few days of getting along, she still has some feelings for this person.
So despite the fear, she went to the other side of the house.
I hope nothing happens to the master.
Before getting close to the house, I heard the sound of babbling from inside, accompanied by waves of screaming.
The voice couldn't help making Sadako's face blush.
Painted ghosts belong to the ghosts. They use temptation to seduce men as their main method. Is it possible that the master has been recruited?
Sadako thought this way, becoming more anxious, and ran over immediately.
If something happens to the master, she will fight the ghost! When she came to the door, she opened the door to take a look, and suddenly stood on the spot like a lightning strike.
who I am?
where am I?
What am I going to do?
Three questions in philosophy.
Sadako's face was even more red, and as a ghost, it was not easy to blush to such an extent.
Zhang Wanlin inside was like a okay person, shouting profusely: "It's Zhenzi, since you are here, close the door."
Without hesitation, Sadako closed the door with a touch.
The scene was too shocking.
Worthy of being the master, even such a powerful ghost can sleep! Guarding outside, Sadako cautiously approached the door and pricked her ears to eavesdrop.
For such things, in fact, it is not only for people, but also for ghosts.
The door was knocked open with a sudden touch, and the Painted Skin Ghost crawled out of the house half-length and grabbed Sadako's ankle, "Help" but was instantly pulled in.
The door closed again.
It was late at night, and the earth was dim, shrouded in a terrifying haze.
This ancient house is even more chilly, and it is extraordinarily infiltrating.
After 300 rounds of the hearty battle, Zhang Wanlin leaned against the bedside with satisfaction and couldn't help but want to smoke a cigarette.
It is said that a cigarette after a meal beats a living god.
The Painted Skin Ghost lay flushed in Zhang Wanlin's arms, his face was full of shyness, and the clothes on his body were half-covered, full of alluring and charming.
"Officials."
Painted the ghost said, "From now on, the slave house will be yours."
Zhang Wanlin nodded in satisfaction: "Behave well in the future."
"En~" The Painted Skin Ghost cleverly replied.
When the surrounding pictures turn, where are the ancient houses in the deep alleys, and where are the golden boudoirs?
Here is an unfinished building that has been left behind.
They are in a room on the first floor.
There was nothing in the room, and the battle just now was a ground battle.
Zhang Wanlin's shame