Weird game invasion, one billion dollars to become the ghost king

The clown narrowed his eyes and looked at the mirror in Ye Wanqing's hand. He smiled in a provocative tone: "Miss Hong Wedding Dress, I know you are in a hurry, but don't be in a hurry. You don't want to, I accidentally pressed the button. Send everyone here to heaven?"

Writer Hill: "Stop your attempts to crack the mirror world, otherwise everyone here will be buried with that perverted lolita!"

Ye Wanqing's hands did not stop cracking at all. She turned her face and said coldly: "You don't think I care about the lives of these ordinary people, do you?"

"Ah? Miss Hong Wedding Dress, just listen to them and don't crack it yet!"

"Yes! Mr. Linn must be fine. He is so powerful. Just listen to the two producers. I"

The audience's hands and feet are now cold, their mouths are trembling, and they feel like their hearts are about to jump out!

However, Ye Wanqing's actions to crack the mirror world did not stop at all. The blood flowing out of the mirror flowed to the ground and wet the entire stage.

The audience present trembled. No matter how much they begged, Hong Wedding Yi did not care about their life or death and did not stop what she was doing!

The clown's face gradually became stiff. After a moment of silence, he threw away the red button in his hand and said with a smile: "Hey, sure enough, how could you be kidnapped by morality? I lied to you. In fact, there is no explosive at all. !”

When the audience heard this, their hearts that were hanging in their throats suddenly relaxed a lot.

But the clown's next words grabbed their hearts again!

"In this case, don't blame us for being tough!"

The clown looked behind the curtain: "Puppet Master, why don't you show up yet!"

The next moment, an invisible silk thread wrapped around Ye Wanqing's right arm at an extremely fast speed. The person holding the thread pulled hard and pulled Ye Wanqing's right hand aside!

"It's you again! Puppet Master?"

Ye Wanqing's eyes turned cold, and on her slender jade arms, a crimson ghost like mist threads swam. She shook the tough threads with her bare hands and broke them!

The puppet master Lope walked out of the shadows behind the curtain with a faint smile on his face: "We meet again, Miss Red Wedding Dress. I sincerely give you a suggestion, stop your movements, otherwise the fight will be of no use to anyone. benefit."

"I know that your husband has at least that snail beside him, and I see that the little devil named Wei Si is not here either. Presumably, he is also possessed and followed him into the mirror world, right?"

"Just in time, my two colleagues will be waiting for his arrival in the mirror world. As expected, they have already fought, two against two. This is fair. Let us just sit here and wait."

"If the result is that my colleague loses, we will turn around and leave. If Mr. Linn dies, we will not stay to save our lives."

A smile appeared on the puppet master's face. It was obviously a sunny smile, but it looked gloomy and gloomy on his face.

Yama Girl smiled bitterly: "Oh, there are only three fierce gods here. It seems that the other two are assassinating the master in the mirror world. My poor master is really ill-fated. I hope he will not perish. , otherwise the little girl will be sad for him."

Nali waved her little fists: "Damn puppet masters, you are so despicable! You dare to touch my Dundunbao. If you have the ability, come here. Nali promises to beat you into a pig's head!"

The puppet master frowned, took two steps back, stood behind the clown and the writer, and caressed his face lovingly: "Then I won't come over."

The clown took over the conversation, grinned and said, "Can't we just let the man in the mirror beat him while we watch the show? If he insists on beating him, you won't be able to please him. Am I right?"

Writer Hill also said: "My two colleagues are the best among the evil gods. The snail and the little devil are both new evil gods. From a common sense point of view, Lynn is dead!"

Ye Wanqing looked at the clown without saying a word, her eyes flickering, thinking about something.

My husband said that someone among the producers is sending us a message. Could it be the puppet master?

She knew very well that if they fought now, she might be fine, but on her side, there were S-level ghosts like Yasha, Lin Qiqi, and Snow Girl.

They have not been promoted to fierce gods, and their strength is still a bit lower. If they fight, they are likely to die.

If Lin En comes back, how will I explain to him?

Even if they forcefully attack and crack the mirror props, they can still achieve the purpose of delaying time.

If the puppet master is really the mole among the producers, should I listen to his advice?

Without Lin En, Ye Wanqing was the backbone of these ghosts.

Now she finally felt the feeling of flesh on the palms and backs of her hands.

After two seconds of silence, Ye Wanqing made a decision!

She handed the mirror in her hand to the ghost, "You continue to crack, I will try to hold them back!"

Minggui was surprised: "What are you doing?"

The next moment, Hong Wedding Yi opened her own fierce ghost realm and dragged the three producers present into the ghost realm she created!

The figure of the red wedding dress disappeared, and so did the three makers!

As if they had been granted amnesty, the audience fled outside the opera house and towards the lifeboats. They wanted to get off the boat and dare not stay any longer!

On the stage, the eyes of Yan Luo Nu flashed with astonishment: "She...she wants to fight one against three. Those are three veteran fierce gods. If she does this, she will probably die!"

Ming Gui had no time to be moved or sad. He picked up the mirror and began to try to crack it. The cracking speed of the mirror began to accelerate!

In the familiar Yejiazhuang, blood rain pours from the sky. The woman in red wedding dress holds an umbrella, standing on the cliff, looking down at the three makers.

The clown, the writer, and the puppeteer stood there as if they were minions.

The percentage of blood loss caused by the blood-stained umbrella cannot be said to have no effect in front of them, it can only be said to be extremely weak.

The clown was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "Haha, how long do you think you can hold the three of us in, 5 minutes or 10 minutes? What's the point of this? It can't change the outcome."

Writer Hill was silent for a moment: "I admire your courage. Is it worth doing this for that guy Lynn?"

A flash of determination flashed in Hong Wedding's eyes, and she said with a happy smile: "You don't know, right here, that guy Lin En, I don't know which tendon is wrong, he is like a melon, riding a small snail to come to the rescue I."

"Now, it's finally my turn to protect him, right?"

The clown kept applauding: "It's so touching, I can't even bear to do it!"

When Hong Wedding Dress said this, strong sadness flashed through the puppet master's heart, and his face showed bitterness. Raindrops fell on his face. He didn't know whether it was rain or tears.