God's hexagram favorite concubine

Chapter 537 You want to hook up with other men in front of me
Li Gui's body was full of resentment, his blood-red eyes were soaked with blood and tears, his pale lips were split open, revealing the fuzzy flesh and blood in his mouth, and he stared at Xia Zishang with a gloomy look.

Not far away, Du Juan staggered and stood up. Several bones in his hand and ribs were broken. Every time he moved his bones, there would be a creaking scream, but he didn't realize it. Zishang rushed over.

"Xia Zishang, you can either leave with me today or die here, you choose!" Yuan Lengqian said, staring at Xia Zishang with burning eyes.

Xia Zishang's eyes shifted, and he glanced at Yuan Lengqian mockingly.

The silence speaks.

Seeing that Yuan Lengqian's eyes were covered with heavy haze, Xia Zishang withdrew his gaze, and seriously dealt with Du Juan and the two ghosts in front of him.

Glancing at the bright moon in the night outside the window from the corner of the eye, Xia Zishang tried his best to delay the time, only hoping that the dead head could complete the formation as soon as possible.

At the same time, in the backyard of Meihua Xiaozhu.

The backyard was desolate and desolate. There was only one dead and dark old locust tree. The air was so oppressive that one could not breathe. The overly cloudy air made the place so desolate that not a single weed could grow.

The dead head holds a huge writing brush, stained with blood-red ink, and draws a huge and cumbersome formation on the ground calmly.

Every time a stroke is drawn, a drop of cold sweat is left on the forehead of the dead head.

It must ensure that the formation it draws is completely correct. Only in this way can it ensure that Xia Laotie will not encounter any danger when opening the formation.

The dead head was so absorbed that he didn't notice that there were two figures hanging from the black branches of the locust tree behind it.

Those two illusory figures swayed slightly under the miserable moonlight. They had no feet, and the moonlight couldn't cast their shadows. It was vaguely visible that they were a pair of men and women.

They are dressed in red shirts, the male ghost's face does not see facial features, only a piece of blood and flesh on the face, the bones can be seen faintly, and blood gushes out from its face, and the female ghost is Huaniang.

"Master, let me help you?" Hua Niang looked affectionately at the male ghost's face that was left with nothing but flesh, and asked cautiously.

They communicated with their spiritual senses and did not speak out, so they were not worried that the dead heads would hear their conversations.

Suddenly an eyeball popped out of the male ghost's blood-drenched face, it gave Hua Niang a fierce look, the yin energy in its body condensed into a whip, and it hit Hua Niang's flowery and jade-like face with a bang .

"Bitch, you still want to seduce a man in front of me?!" The male ghost was furious, and beat Hua Niang severely with a whip, "Bitch, bitch! You bitch who can't live without a man!"

Hua Niang was beaten with welts all over her body, and she cried out in fear, "Sir, I dare not..."

"Bitch, just wait here for me!" The figure of the male ghost floated down from the branch of the tree. It stretched out its fingers and opened the smelly face towards the dead head facing away from it. Mouth.

The male ghost is a ghost, and one can tell at a glance that the dead head is not an ordinary human being, it has a very strong power, as long as he can swallow it, his cultivation will definitely increase a lot.

Such a good opportunity was in front of it, how could it let Hua Niang make the first move.

Thinking of this, the male ghost ignored the dead head's wooden body, drooled, and tried his best to gnaw on its shiny head with few hairs left.

(End of this chapter)