fall into enemy hands

Finally leaving the ghost town before dusk, Xia Fan was in a much better mood, and the horse under him was galloping, much faster than before, and seemed to know what was behind him, so he desperately led Xia Fan to gallop.

The night doesn't stop falling because of fear.Apart from hoping to run out of the enemy circle, Xia Fan didn't know what he could do.

Xia Fan felt that after riding the horse for a long time, the surrounding fog gradually thickened. Xia Fan was faintly worried that this time it might still be a ghost hitting the wall.

He can't be so miserable, can he?Can you be targeted even if you just pass by?

Or is there something unique about him that fascinates ghosts?Coming just by the smell?

Just as he was in a trance, the horse under him suddenly bent its front legs and knelt down. Xia Fan was pushed out without any mental preparation, and was about to fall to the ground and spun 360 degrees to eat dirt, but he heard "Young master!"

The next moment, he was grabbed by the waist and carried on his shoulders. The wind whistled past his ears. Xia Fan couldn't react for a while, and the person who was carrying him stopped and fell to the ground.

"Step aside."

Xia Fan was quite familiar with this sound.

"Heh, you want to steal someone from me?"

Well, this sound is also quite familiar.

It was a bit weird to maintain this posture, Xia Fan patted the back of the person who was carrying him, and he was put down.

Xiao Ming protected Xia Fan behind him, "You are enough, go back."

Xia Fan looked at the ghost king who was still dressed in black, and felt depressed, it was still him?Is it that as long as he enters the range of the ghost town, he can't get out of his clutches?

The tone of the little ghost king was still unusually harsh, "Who gave you the right to talk to me like this?"

Xia Fan didn't know why Xiaoming rescued him, and what his identity was, but he knew that they hurt him last time, if it fell into his hands this time, it might not be better than the first time he was caught.

Xiao Ming was silent for a while and said, "Since no one is willing to back down, let's do it."

"What hand? Can you beat me?"

"Is it okay to be hurt by You Huo last time?"

"you!"

Enraged, the little ghost king stretched out his long, sharp and pitch-black claws and rushed towards him. Xiao Ming pushed Xia Fan back, "Stay away from us."

Xia Fan obediently backed away, as if he had touched something under his feet, and then looked down in panic.

It was the horse that had been knocked over, lying there dying at this moment.

Xia Fan knelt down and stroked his head distressedly. The horse looked at his eyes with big tears; Xia Fan thought to himself, why are the horses following him so miserable?Either dead or injured.

There were two dozen fights on the other side, and Xia Fan could see the black air emanating from the moment the two collided, disappearing one by one.

Xia Fan guessed that Xiaoming is also extraordinary, and he can go up and down with this ghost king, and the two of them act like each other, and they don't look like Taoist priests. Could it be that they are also ghosts who practice the way of ghosts?Can beat the ghost of the ghost king?If he came to save him, he couldn't be determined to die, could he?

As soon as Xia Fan thought this way, Xiao Ming got a palm in the chest, Xia Fan quickly ran over to catch him, but was caught by a phantom black shadow, and Xiao Ming rushed towards the wrist, and the two fought hard for a while point.

At this time, the horse on the ground got up with difficulty and yelled at Xia Fan who was in a daze. Xia Fan recovered, and the horse shook his head.

What does that mean?Want him to mount a horse?

Xiao Ming seemed to feel it too, and took the time to shout to him; "Go! Go!"

Xia Fan knew that the horse's front hoof must be hurt, and it would be too cruel to take him away; but now this person and horse are all for himself, and he can't let himself be caught and give up.

"Let's go? It's beautiful!" The ear-piercing voice rang again. Xia Fan had a splitting headache for a moment, unable to move like tinnitus. The next moment, his ears were covered by a pair of warm hands, and the noise suddenly Isolated from his ears, Xia Fan looked at the white robe in front of him and slowly raised his head.

Zhan Feng covered his ears, and said slowly, "Don't listen."

Xia Fan saw him and said.