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Lingyao felt dizzy for a while, and when she managed to recover, she realized that she had been carried to the woods outside the city. She gritted her teeth, ignoring the pain in her left shoulder, and the dagger hidden in her sleeve slipped down and grabbed it Stabbed at the ghost to kill.

Ghost Killer had been on guard for a long time, kicked her away, and swung his sword backhand, cutting off her wrist.

"Ah..." A scream rang out, Lingyao was kicked to the ground, letting blood gurgle from her wrists and shoulders, she struggled to get up, and then ran forward like crazy.

Ghost Killing Ling Kong turned over and landed in front of her, with blood dripping down the tip of the Xie Broken Sword.

"Lingyao, where else do you want to go?"

The bitter cold wind blew on the face like a knife-like pain, and then the voice of Yin Cece floated into the ear with hatred, almost freezing the soul of the person.

Lingyao turned around and continued to run, but no matter how she ran, the black figure that looked like a ghost stood in front of her, looking at him resentfully.

Yes, even through the black veil of the bamboo hat, she still clearly felt how vicious and vicious that gaze was, as if it wanted to swallow her flesh and bones.

Finally, she couldn't run anymore, and fell heavily on the ground. She barely stood up and staggered and fell, so she had to lie on the ground and couldn't stop panting.

Her hair was messy, her beautiful clothes were stained with blood, she gritted her teeth and shouted at Ghost Killer: "Jun Mojin, even if you come back, so what! Kill me if you have the ability, why bother playing tricks here!"

A sneering smile appeared on the corner of Guisha's mouth, and he took off his bamboo hat: "I haven't seen you for a few years, but Lingyao has grown a lot more courageous. I remember how you looked so scared when you fed me charcoal..."

Lingyao roared angrily: "I just hate why I didn't feed you a few more yuan at that time, so that you can't talk at all."

Ghost Slayer smiled sinisterly, raised his hand and gently pinched his throat: "Hehe, do you know what it feels like when the red hot coals enter your throat? I heard the sound of chi chi chi, it hurt so much, it hurt so much that I couldn't bear it." Passed out, Lingyao would like to give it a try?"

Seeing his action, Lingyao swallowed hard, her eyes were full of horror, as if a burning coal had really entered her throat, burning her so that she lost her mind.

Ignoring her reaction, Ghost Killer continued: "I often think about it now, fortunately I passed out at that time, otherwise, with your playboy temperament, who knows how he would torment me, probably skinned and broken, death is incomplete Dead body. Hey, where is your son Hua Rong hiding now? I haven’t seen you in six years. I miss him so much. I have to go and get together with him.”

Suddenly hearing Huarong's name, Lingyao seemed to think of something, and laughed loudly: "Jun Mojin, six years ago, you left the Muyue Clan for my young master, and in exchange for Huarong and others betrayed, Muyue was destroyed." , haha... Now Huarong is pregnant with my young master's child, and you, a lunatic, lost the young master to him six years ago, and you will still lose the same when you come back six years later! The first time Huarong can kill you, it is the first time that Huarong can kill you. I can kill you a second time!" It is said that people will become unscrupulous when they are cornered, and Lingyao thinks that she is, but she is not afraid anymore, anyway, she will die anyway.

pregnant?

Ghost Killer tilted his head and stared blankly at her, and put his hands on his stomach involuntarily.

Suddenly, his whole body trembled, but he was laughing, and the laughter was intermittent, making people wish they could bang their heads against the wall or lose their hearing.

Enough of laughing, Ghost Killer knelt down in front of her, grabbed her hair, forced her to raise her head to look at herself, and said bitterly: "Really? It's a pity that there is only one chance, and you have never been able to die." Me, this time I should be the one to kill you one by one. Look at me and listen to my voice."

A cold voice sounded above her head, and her scalp was so painful that Ling Yao had to raise her head to look at him.

Slowly tearing off the mask on his face, Lingyao's hideous and terrifying face, like a ghost, immediately came into Lingyao's eyes.

He tried his best to open and close his mouth, and a rough and broken ah ah came out.

His pitch-black pupils gradually began to turn red, and finally a drop overflowed, drawing a bewitching trace on his face.

It was the color of blood.

Because, he had no tears.

"Ah! Ahhh!!" Lingyao screamed in pain, big tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, she never knew that people's despair and fear could really cover up all pain, she thought she was going crazy, no, she I would rather she was crazy. When she was crazy, she would have no thoughts or feelings.

After a long time, Lingyao's eyes were empty, and she murmured: "You are not a human, you are a ghost, so it is like this..."

Ghost Killer put on the human skin mask again: "Lingyao, you should be thankful that you are not from Muyue, otherwise you will suffer more than this. Go to hell, they will all come to meet you soon."

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"Ajin."

The Ghost Killer paused, then slowly raised his eyes to look, the murderous aura dissipated from his body in an instant.

On the branch, there is a person sitting, leaning back slightly against the trunk, with an elegant and lazy posture.

Under the night wind, wisps of black hair fluttered, the red clothes were seductive, and he had a stunning face like an evildoer. He still held his embroidered frame in his hand, but this time the circular frame was replaced with a piece of white satin.

With a light leap, he landed lightly, walked slowly in front of Ghost Killer, stroked his throat with his fingers, and asked softly: "Is it still painful here?" People have done so many cruel things to him, but he was still shocked when he heard Ghost Killer say it with his own ears. However, when he heard Lingyao's words again later, he was immediately annoyed and uncomfortable. It turned out that Ghost Killer liked Murong Su so much. So far, what about now?Is there a trace of love besides hate?

Ghost Killer frowned slightly: "Go back to Master, it doesn't hurt." I don't know if it was his own illusion, but after not seeing him for a while, Fei Xueyi seemed haggard, and his face was sickly pale.

"Then, is it possible to survive here?" Fei Xueyi slid her hand down, and finally put her palm on Ghost Killer's chest, looking at him with deep and complicated eyes.