Bring home the national male god of the fast-passing system

Chapter 1347 Pen and Ink End of the World (28)

Luo Ran'er's face changed, she looked at Linghu Lan in disbelief, as if she wanted to see if Linghu Lan knew something.

It's just that Linghu Lan's face was calm and extremely confident, she couldn't see anything at all.

Luo Ran'er was a little annoyed, she pulled out a dagger from her body, and said coldly: "I used to think about whether you were innocent, but it seems that I was wrong, if you want to write ghost stories, wait until the underworld Write slowly by yourself."

As soon as the words were finished, Luo Ran'er took the lead and rushed towards Linghu Lan, stabbing towards Linghu Lan with a dagger, and the rest of the people followed suit and surrounded Linghu Lan from all directions.

When Luo Ran'er stabbed with the dagger, Linghu Lan's body moved slightly, and quickly dodged, her fingers curled up slightly, sending out thunderstorm talismans one by one.

Luo Ran'er was a little flustered, and hurriedly shouted: "Don't let her bend her fingers."

The old Taoist didn't understand, but attacked Linghu Lan's arm very cooperatively. Linghu Lan felt a gust of wind blowing towards her face, she was slightly suffocated, and turned her head to hide.

Just as she was about to fight back, a chilly yin qi hit her from behind. Before she could react, she saw several Taoist priests who rushed over had already flown backwards, entwined by clouds of black qi.

A vortex appeared behind Linghu Lan. The vortex seemed to be connected to the underworld. A tall man's shadow appeared behind her.

Chunyu Xunfeng's expression changed instantly. In the eyes of everyone, Linghu Lan's flowery face was the shadow of a ghost king, who looked extremely strange and powerful.

The old Taoist priests were haunted by Yin Qi, and hurriedly used the formula to exorcise evil spirits, but they were surprised to find that the ghost Qi haunting them was beyond their ability to shake, and they couldn't help but panic in their hearts. This time they fell, this girl is no small matter. "Xunfeng, hurry up and go back to find the Patriarch..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw that Chunyu Xunfeng was already haunted by ghost energy and struggling hard.

What's even more strange is that there are dark clouds rolling over in the sky at this time, and thunder after another rolls in the clouds, looking for the target, the old Taoist instinctively thinks that the thunder is looking for them...

Sure enough, the moment the lightning strike fell, the ghost energy wrapped around them disappeared, and the thunder struck them with incomparable precision...

Linghu Lan said with a smile: "Old man, how is it? How is my kung fu for striking the old Taoist priest with lightning?"

The old Taoist couldn't answer at all. It was the first time in his life that he was struck by lightning. Really, it hurt so much...

Linghu Lan turned around and looked at the ghost king in the whirlpool behind him, "Minghong?"

The other end of the vortex was silent, but Linghu Lan felt something passing through the vortex quickly. She waited quietly for a while, and then saw a black speck flying out of the vortex, and fell with a "pop!" between her eyebrows.

Linghu Lan: "..."

She stretched out her hand to touch it, her brows were cool, the surface was still smooth, but she felt that there was something more. "What's this?"

The ghost king on the other side of the vortex didn't respond, but a voice came from between the eyebrows to Linghu Lan's mind: "Zhang!"

"???" Linghu Lan's heart was broken, "I stamped your stamp, so I'm yours?"

"It's the ghost king's bride."

Linghu Lan: "..." Sister Shu said bluntly, you will be beaten to death for your simple and straightforward way of flirting with girls, and I will tell you.

(End of this chapter)