The ghost is the husband, the wife is the supreme

Chapter 217 Lu Ying's Waiting for a Rabbit

Du Ran suddenly looked up, and saw a figure looming in the darkness, walking towards them step by step.

But at this time, the depression that had been 'injured' on Du Ran's body immediately returned to its original state, hugged Du Ran in his arms, and looked at the figure with a frosty face.

"Shen Yu, it turns out that what you are protecting so desperately is such a thing?"

The yin and yang tone was full of disdain.

Du Ran has already identified the owner of this voice. Even though he couldn't see clearly because of the darkness, Du Ran is sure that this is the one who had a problem with Shen Yu before...another ghost king.

"Lu Ying." He said these two words in a gloomy and cold voice.

"Hahaha, depression, why, are you surprised?"

As soon as the words fell, Du Ran looked at the faint light in front of her. Slowly, she saw clearly the ghost named Lu Ying, and also felt the depression of holding her, and suddenly increased the strength.

This ghost is a threat to depression.

This was Du Ran's first thought.

Shen Yu stretched out his hand and covered Du Ran's body with the ghost skin. He was too careless. After entering the gate of hell, he did not expect that there would be opponents who wanted to plot against him.

"Aren't you too courageous to bring a living person into the underworld? Why, do you want to challenge the authority of King Yama?"

Shen Yu narrowed his eyes, "It's not your turn."

Lu Ying smiled, stretched out a hand, and in an instant, a long, curved iron hook appeared.

When Shen Yu saw him revealing his weapon, he already understood that the comer was not good.

Shen Yu lowered her head and said softly to Du Ran, "But don't be afraid. Close your eyes."

Du Ran pursed his lips, knowing that he couldn't help at all, so he said, "Be careful."

Nodding Shen Yu, he wrapped the whole ghost skin around Du Ran, holding Du Ran in one hand, and holding it in the air with the other. Slowly, a spear with a red tassel belt appeared in his hand.

Lu Ying looked at Shen Yu's already somewhat empty figure, smiled, and said, "Do you know why I dared to stop you? I have seen all your actions outside the door, blocking three thunderbolts with my body Zi Fu, you are capable, what? Is your soul a bit weak? Depressed, your biggest mistake will always be...to underestimate the enemy!"

After saying that, Lu Ying rushed over with a bloodthirsty expression on his face. He never thought that he would happen to be depressed when he was at his weakest.

You know, among so many ghost kings, only Shen Yu was personally invited by the Ksitigarbha to upgrade to the palace king. How can this alone prevent the other ghost kings from being jealous?
In particular, Lu Ying felt that he was no worse than Shen Yu!

Why!
It is the wish of every ghost to advance from ghost king to hall king!

They stayed in the world for hundreds of thousands of years, unwilling to go to reincarnation, not because of their status in the underworld!
Why is something that Shen Yu is not rare, but it is the position that other ghost kings are vying for? !
Lu Ying refused to accept it!
"Shen Yu, today I will make your soul fly away!"

Du Ran, who was stuffed into Shen Yu's arms with the arrogant roar in his ears, shrank his heart. He couldn't help worrying about Shen Yu. He had just experienced a battle with the masters, and it was absolutely impossible for Shen Yu to be fine!
Now... Ayu, can you still beat him? !
Although Du Ran didn't want to doubt Shen Yu's strength, she had to start to worry. She said, "Ah Yu, you put me down, you hold me, you can't use it at all."

Shen Yu dodged Lu Ying's scimitar nimbly, and said in a deep voice, "Most ghosts close hidden doors, I can't let you go."

Du Ran was in a hurry, and when another Shen Yu led her to dodge, she had already heard the sound of the scimitar entering her body, and Shen Yu let out a faint groan.

"Ayu!"

"fine."

Shen Yu raised the spear with a jerk, blocking the direction of the scimitar attacking Du Ran.

Lu Ying became even more treacherous. He knew how much Shen Yu valued the living person in his arms, so he specifically slashed at Du Ran. next wound.

Du Ran, who was covered with ghost skin, would never know that the depression at the moment had already been scarred, but except for the first time he groaned, he never made any sound.

Du Ran wished to lift the ghost skin to see the situation clearly, but she didn't dare, she was afraid that what she did would make depression even more difficult to avoid.

"Hahahaha! Depressed! Let's see how long you can hide! For that living person, you actually did this!"

Lu Ying is crazy on the one hand, and amazed on the other, a generation of ghost kings actually fell into the body of a living person, it's ridiculous, ridiculous!
After being slashed by the scimitar one after another, Shen Yu was already tired. He slowly loosened his hand holding Du Ran, and the violence in his eyes became deeper and deeper, and he almost went crazy.

Slowly, the gloomy eyes became a little blood red, changing between red and black.

Du Ran was sensitively aware of the instability of the gloomy breath, sometimes restless, sometimes calm, sometimes familiar, but... sometimes strange.

Her heart trembled fiercely, and she said in a hoarse voice, "Ayu! Are you okay!"

At this time, Lu Ying's scimitar slashed at Du Ran's back fiercely again, his gloomy face sank, he turned his back suddenly, hugged Du Ran tightly, and the scimitar slashed at his back on the back.

Shen Yu's back was bloody and bloody due to the purple talisman, and now he received such a slash, he spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and the cold blood splashed onto Du Ran's exposed corner. face.

The cold liquid was accompanied by a strong bloody smell.

Du Ran was stunned for a moment. She smelled the smell of blood, and instantly understood what it was. She felt a chill in her heart, and immediately opened the ghost skin, only to see a pair of blood-red eyes.

Those eyes were terribly red, as if they were about to bleed, and she was stunned for a moment.

Du Ran's eyes saw Shen Yu holding her with one hand, and holding the blade of the scimitar with the other. With force, the palm of his hand grabbed the scimitar fiercely, while Lu Ying's expression changed drastically and he took a few steps back, cautiously Looking depressed, he didn't even take back his machete.

Something... happened.

Du Ran's uneasiness rose to the extreme.

That familiar handsome face slowly revealed a sinister and vicious smile, and with eyes that seemed to lock on the prey, he stared at the extremely shocked Du Ran, as if he was bound to win and could not escape.

He held Du Ran's hand violently, making Du Ran's whole body tighter, seamless, without leaving any gaps.

The gloomy smile became even more arrogant.

No!It's not depression!
Du Ran's heart collapsed, and an extremely bad guess emerged in his mind.

"Well, long time no see."

boom -

Du Ran's brain seemed to be blown apart.

It's him!

Ghost Bian!

(End of this chapter)