Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"It's done!" Lu Dachui shouted.

Fu Minghui looked over again and saw that the souls who had lost the support of Grandpa 402's dark energy were at a loss as if they had lost their purpose, and they were exhausted as if their power had been taken away.

In Luo Zhao's command of "open up".

Yun Ke opened a corner of the formation, and those souls left one after another.

Judging from their expressions, they seemed to have no idea what was happening from beginning to end.

It's like human sleepwalking. When you "awake", you don't remember it.

fair enough.

I wonder if these souls are good souls. They cannot be killed casually. They need to be given a chance to be converted.

Looking at 402's grandfather again, his whole body was exhausted and motionless.

Because he was so thin, he looked like a withered leaf falling to the ground.

And there was a person wrapped around the tip of Luo Zhao's whip.

The man turned his back desperately, looking like he didn't want anyone to see him.

You can't escape, no matter how hard you struggle.

Even though Luo Zhao was forcefully pulling him over, he still tried his best to keep his head down.

So isn’t this attitude deceiving oneself and others?

The key thing that stunned Fu Minghui was: this warlock, the evil warlock, was a woman!

I can't see her face clearly yet, but my figure is curved forward and backward, plump and fat, and the clothes are very close-fitting. Even if I'm completely blind, I can still be stimulated to see.

With such a sexy feeling, who do you want to show it to in the border area?

Fu Minghui hurriedly looked at Zhen Xiaotao's side. He was still going round and round. Twenty-three laps had passed. The two cars were in a stalemate.

It's just that Tong Xin's car is basically in good condition, while Zhen Xiaotao's car is like a pile of scrap metal. Fu Minghui is curious about how he can drive it?

In any case, there are still seven laps left, and the winner will be decided at the last minute.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fu Minghui paid more attention to the sorceress.

"Jianhui keep an eye on the track." Luo Zhao ordered.

Needless to say, Lu Dachui immediately ran over and untied the thorn bushes protecting Fu Minghui without knowing where he had moved.

Fu Minghui was free. To prevent Luo Zhao from worrying, he quickly covered the wound on his arm.

The pain was so severe that it felt like half of my arm was about to be torn off.

But, she can bear it.

And now the adrenaline is still high, and the pain is still on discount.

I saw that the place that was colorful, bright, dark, complicated, noisy, and full of death traps just now suddenly became quiet in an instant, as if the place had been cleared.

When I'm sad, I look into your eyes...

If you want to leave me, give me my photo...

There is a herl.If you look inside your……

La la la la la, la la la la la...

Fu Minghui pressed his forehead, trying to listen to his heart, and ended up hearing a lot of messy songs.

This illustrates a problem. This sorceress can transform into a ghost state in the boundary.

This is a strange ability, or skill.

After all, she could only hear the voices of ghosts, but not people.

Except for the last time she heard Luo Zhao's voice when she was near death.

When you get out, be sure to ask Chixin, what kind of skill is this and can you practice it?

But now, she discovered an extremely important problem.

This woman keeps singing, not because she is still beautiful despite failure, not because she is crazy, not because she is wild enough, but because she wants to hide her true feelings.

She appears as a dead soul, perhaps to better drive the real ghosts.

But now that she couldn't return to her soul state, she was afraid that her voice would be heard, so she tried her best to hide it.

After all, unless you have received special professional training, things like the voice of the heart appear naturally. They appear as a result of thinking or even sensory reactions, and cannot be controlled by oneself.

If Fu Minghui hears it, she can quickly overturn her trump card.

But this also proves: this sorceress knows her abilities! Just like she had suspected before. But how did the sorceress know? Where did you know that?

Could it be that another darknet organization is to blame?

But the darknet organization only speculated on her abilities, but had no concrete evidence.

Is it because of caution?

Fu Minghui was filled with doubts, so he quickly changed the channel and quickly told Luo Zhao about the matter.

Luo Zhao frowned almost invisible, but didn't show anything strange.

"Who are you?" Luo Zhao asked the sorceress.

"Who do you care who I am?" the sorceress said arrogantly.

Before, the voice sounded indistinguishable from male to female, but now it sounded soft and cooing.

Lu Dachui stepped forward, grabbed the woman's face, and pinched it lightly.

It looked like teasing, but he was actually doing serious research and finally said, "Her face is real."

Because I'm a woman, I can't stand being scolded for being ugly and having a bad figure. Fu Minghui made a mistake and made a contribution to the team without using his powers.

I guess everyone thought so. Lu Dachui even patted Fu Minghui on the shoulder, "Although you are weak, if you can't control it, you are a blessed general."

Fu Minghui gave him a pair of white eyes.

"Don't let me ask you a third time." Luo Zhao pinched the sorceress's neck, showing no mercy at all.

In his eyes, there are only enemies here.

Gentlemanly behavior and polite treatment of women will only treat good people and normal people.

The sorceress immediately started to struggle, but her entire body was lifted up by her neck, her feet were off the ground, and she could only kick in vain.

Fu Minghui didn't know if the dead soul wanted to breathe. Anyway, she wanted it inside the border. After all, she had to maintain the physical safety outside.

Maybe someone like her, whose living soul has turned into a dead soul, needs to breathe. No wonder she was so uncomfortable that her face turned red and she looked like she was about to die.

"I will...will...uh uh...die." She couldn't breathe and could only manage to utter a few syllables.

"If you don't answer, then die." Luo Zhao was ruthless.

Ahhhh, he is so handsome at this moment.

Lu Dachui clicked his tongue.

"My lord is so cruel to such a beautiful woman." He said on the public channel, "This woman is so arrogant, she is sure that men will be soft-hearted. Who would have thought that we have a man with a heart as strong as iron. Speaking of which, , My lord, you can be a little more gentle towards non-staff people.”

"I suspect that the master is a robot." Yun Ke also added.

"Concentrate." Finally, the spirit of gossip stopped Zhang Jianhui, who was still staring at the track.

"You don't tell me, do you think I don't know?" Luo Zhao threw the sorceress to the ground when her eyes turned completely white and she really wanted to die again after turning into a ghost.

There is also no mercy, and they are thrown away like trash.

The sorceress groaned and fell heavily on Grandpa 402's side, screaming in pain.

402 Grandpa, but still unresponsive.

"It's just a warlock hired by the Tong family, just a heretic." Luo Zhao scorned, "I can break your game, doesn't it fully explain the problem?"

"Since you know, why are you asking?" The sorceress coughed violently after falling to the ground.

But before she could speak, she sat up with a provocative look on her face.