As time goes by, the cruel officials in the killing field and the unbearable screams are heard.
Feng Fuyao stood in front of the palace gate, looking at the visitor with a smile, "I haven't seen you for a few days, the Ghost King is really getting stronger with age."
The ghost king was none other than the old chrysanthemum that bloomed in the wind that day.
The ghost king shook his mustache with a sad expression, "Master Ya, why do you need to tell secret words?
This old man has been shrinking his head since he said goodbye to Master Ya three years ago."
Shrink your tail, hide and hide."
He wiped away his old tears, his image was even worse than before.
Animals can be cultivated into spirits and become monsters, and plants can be cultivated into spirits and become monsters.
Demons are bloodthirsty, violent and unpredictable, and cannot be reincarnated forever.
As for ghosts, they are Yin spirits in the beginning, evil ghosts in the middle, and ghosts with severe hatred after practicing for thousands of years are fierce ghosts.
There is no clear distinction between night and day in the place where the camel is sleeping.
The hourglass brought by the palace people from outside can tell that it is the time of sunset.
In the bright red sky, the same color as blood, several little demons with black bones and black bones screamed through the sky.
Within the star grid, the ghost king looked left and right like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.
Phoenix Fuyao is walking in front, the veil is flying, and the hair is dancing like cloud silk.
"The Ghost King has encountered some big troubles recently, and why is he becoming less powerful day by day?
It's really pitiful."
He secretly thought that the master of the Xingxiu Pavilion was really beautiful, and replied: "Master, can you lend me a moment to speak?"
Picking the hair between her temples, she glanced at him from the corner of her eye and said, "That's fine."
The air here always has a bit of fishy smell and a faint smell of moisture.
Standing under the corridor, it is hard to imagine that the young master has been staying in this place for these years.
It would be a lie to say that he is not melancholy.
Many years ago It's hard to imagine how a cold girl could climb to where she is today among a group of monsters and monsters that eat people without spitting out their bones.
Feng Fuyao walked through the corridor and saw the man standing with his hands waving and his back to her.
Another person suddenly appeared in front of her, with the same elegant and slender figure.
He seemed to be a good-tempered person, but there was always a kind of sadness lingering around him.
Especially when he saw her, the emotion became even stronger, making him smile.
What on earth was she thinking?
Didn't she see it clearly that day in Taoyuan?
Rouya, what a lovely name.
"Master Ya, what's the matter?"
The Ghost King followed behind, and when he saw her suddenly stopping, he asked in confusion.
"Nothing, let's go."
Hearing the sound, Ji Fanzhang turned around.
When he saw it was Feng Fuyao, he walked over with a smile, "Master."
Seeing the person following her, "This is" Stopping, the wind blew gently, blowing the broken hair on her forehead, "This is the King of Ghosts, the King of Ghosts, and this is my subordinate, Fan Chang."
The king of all ghosts is really beyond his appearance.
"It turns out to be the king of ghosts.
I'm glad to meet you."
There are no such etiquettes in this world.
The Ghost King knew that he was a human when he saw him, but when he was next to him, who cared who he was, "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you."
This man is a little different.
In the elegant pavilion decorated with green screens, Feng Fuyao was sitting in the chair, sitting upright and casually.
He waited for a long time to ask questions.
The ghost king looked at her and hesitated whether he should speak, or whether he was waiting for her to ask.
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After sitting for a while, the Ghost King couldn't bear it anymore.
Ji Fanshan looked at him from the side and shook his head silently.
Old man, you can't stand her.
He grabbed a few prunes and said,
He ate it himself.
"Pavilion Master, I actually have something to ask of you."
Putting down the silk in her hand, Feng Fuyao raised her head and cast a slightly cold gaze on his face, "Oh, something is wrong.
Doesn't the Ghost King know that this Pavilion Master's old injury has not healed yet?
Even if I have the will, I am powerless now."
How can that be done?
"Pavilion Master, you don't care, who can I go to?"
If it were a trivial matter, the old man would have to ask for help in person.
Looking at all areas in this area, there is only one person left who can save him.
"Look at what the Ghost King said.
I don't know what happened.
He actually made things difficult for the Ghost King like this."
"It's not my own business.
I'm embarrassed to say it.
A year ago, a sinister evil ghost suddenly appeared in the ghost world.
He used to absorb ghosts smaller than him as the source of his cultivation.
In the past few days, he has been attacking the demon world from time to time.
Come on, there is nothing I can do.
The Pavilion Master should know that every time the moon is full in the human world, a light will shine on our ghost world, causing all ghosts to move."
Although he didn't finish the rest of the words, everyone in this room knew what it meant, because it would be fifteen in seven days.
On the other side, in the evil place, the ghosts all came out together, "Who are you, how dare you break into this place without permission?"
"" After several battles, Gui Si, who was defeated, could only watch the enemy slipping past his eyes with tears in his eyes. ,, "Master Ya."
Although night has not arrived, according to human time, it is already deep.
He closed the thick curtains gracefully and hesitated to speak to her.
Feng Fuyao knew what she wanted to ask, "You adults will be fine.
Please step back."
He looked at her back for a long time before retreating.
Although they were not the ones she taught personally, it was the first time that Wanran, who had been dignified since she was young, looked like she had lost her composure today.
Looking at the door, there was a hint of deep meaning in her eyes.
In the magic palace where music and singing were happening, several witches were sitting on the ground in disheveled clothes, stroking their eyebrows and dressing up.
Others were waiting on the side with rouge and gouache.
Among these people, a man in colorful clothes was sitting cross-legged.
He was only wearing a middle coat, but the colors were complex and colorful, and the faint muscles on his chest were very developed.
At this moment, the man was holding a thin pen used by women to draw black eyebrows, imitating the woman beside him, and carefully of painting.
With wheat skin, curly long hair, and golden eyes, this is a very charming man.
He looks like he is in his mid-twenties, but he is such a person, but he is obsessed with makeup.
A enchanting witch had red lips.
Seeing that the man's eyebrows were thicker, she wanted to wipe them for him.
By the way, she also stepped on a high branch.
It would be best if the Demon King could take a fancy to her.
But as soon as she stretched out her hand, she screamed miserably, "Ah!"
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Because the broken wrist was so painful, blood-red tears fell from the corners of her eyes and into her clothes.
Motan looked at her with sinister eyes and bit her.
Yadao: "I never told you that you women shouldn't touch me, and don't even think about being prettier than me.
Do you remember that?"
The witch didn't know what was causing her convulsion today.
In the past, she would not dare to talk back, but when she saw that the man she loved and admired most often regarded her as a woman, she couldn't bear it and endured the pain.
While shouting, "Master Demon King, please stop being stubborn.
You are not a woman at all, you are a man."
With a click, the woman's neck was crushed to pieces.
Motan stood up in disgust and buttoned up his clothes.
He slowly walked up to the throne and sat on it.
He looked at the trembling girl below and said, "Tell me, am I a boy or a girl?"
"Female, female."
After countless trainings, no one in the entire Demon Palace now knows that the Great Demon King thinks he is a female.
Motan heard this answer and smiled with satisfaction, "Then tell me, who is more beautiful, me or the Pavilion Master of Xingxiu Pavilion?"
When the witches saw that the great devil had returned to his normal state, they looked at each other a few times and answered together, "It is the devil who is the most beautiful."
"Hahaha, you are really my treasures."
Mo Tan stood up and spun around on the ground a few times.
His eyes suddenly turned cold as if he remembered something, and his voice sounded more like it was squeezed out from between his teeth. " It’s a pity that I didn’t kill her that time.”
Seeing him getting angry again, "Lord Demon King, please calm down."
"Humph, look at your courage.
Although that woman is extremely hateful, you are really not as courageous as her.
It's shameful.
Haha, it doesn't matter that I didn't kill her last time.
I won't let her go this time.
I have to You can’t pluck out her skin.”
"The Demon King is invincible and the Demon King is the most beautiful."
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－ Young Master: I heard that your articles have been promoted in recent days.
Looking at the young master standing in the wind, Cheng said she wanted to hug her thighs several times, but she held back due to the cool breeze behind her.
Well, yes, sir. star eyes Young Master: Very good, then why are you so aggrieved?
Cheng Shuo wiped away tears: Young Master, Cheng Shuo has a small collection of literature.
When the young master saw her acting like a bear, he said, "I won't want it in the next few days."
Cheng said and nodded: Yes, there are very few babies who are supporting me.
Who makes it difficult for us to get along with fairy tales?
As he said this, he did not forget to glance at Ji Ciyan, and that little look in his eyes almost made someone angry to death.
The young master pushed Cheng Shuo away domineeringly and came to the screen: "Well, beauties, it's not easy for this kid to look like this.
Just keep it to yourself."
Otherwise, I will catch ghosts tomorrow without her and see what she writes.
Cheng said: How could you not take me with you?
I took a taxi to chase you last time. call Cheng Shuo looked at the empty space around him, sniffing his nose and tearing up his eyes: Brothers and sisters, please collect more
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