Age of Terror: I Have a Monster Editor

He couldn't help but asked the black enemy in his heart: "Hey enemy, if I die, what will happen to you?"

Hei Qi was silent for a moment, and replied in Ye Fan's heart: "Return to the lord, go back to where you came from!"

"The deepest, darkest, and most lonely place!"

Even with Hei Qiu's steady and deep temperament, there was a tremor in his voice at this moment.

Obviously that was a terrible place that made the demon spirits feel mad and tormented.

The voice of the black enemy sounded again, and the words were as firm as an oath: "Master, the black enemy will not let you die!"

Ye Fan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Okay, let's get to know this nightmare-level ghost for a while!"

On his body, the deep purple underworld qi, turned into a strong purple inflammation, enveloping his body.

End of eyes.

An eight-carriage sedan chair full of safflower flowers is floating here!

There were two rows of twenty people standing in front and back, playing the gongs and drums, playing the suona and other musical instruments, and the maid who scattered flowers.

The eight bearers, wearing brocade clothes, with red ropes tied around their waists, and red ceremonial crowns on their heads, moved neatly and uniformly, carrying the big red sedan chair.

In the mighty team, everyone has a beaming look on their faces.

As if really carrying the bride to tie the knot, the atmosphere is lively and festive, stepping towards this side!

The alert and solemn look on Ye Fan's face was getting thicker and thicker.

These bearers, maids, and young servants, although their expressions and movements look very lifelike, but in fact they are all paper men **** with sheets of paper.

This mighty line of teams are all paper men teams made up of ghosts!

As you get closer, the gongs and drums are noisy, and the sound of suona is getting louder and louder.

The icy ghost in the air became more and more piercing.

When the team was about five meters away from Ye Fan, it suddenly stopped.

The sound of gongs and drums suona stopped one after another.

At the top of the line, a paper man who looked like an ancient housekeeper walked up and gave Ye Fan a respectful salute.

"Sir, excuse me!"

"My wife, I've been alone for a long time!"

"I saw the son today, I was shocked to be a god, and I personally came here in a big sedan chair, hoping to get married with the son and spend the night together!"

"I don't know what the son wants?!"

If it is ordinary people, it is impossible to see that these people are paper people.

Being in the realm of ghosts, fascinated, ordinary people really think it is a good thing to fall on their heads, there is a beautiful woman who wants to marry herself and worship!

After I went there, I knew that it was not a person who got married, but a ghost.

It is not a long-lasting yang marriage, but a dark marriage with no place to bury!

Ye Fan sneered when he heard the words of the paper man butler: "I'm making you a big ghost!"

With the Soul Smashing Knife in his hand, he directly smashed the long-awaited Killing God with a single blow!

bass--

Terrifying sword energy, cut down the void!

A full ten-meter-long deep purple Mingguang Dao Qi, as if a heavenly sword fell, without power!

The sharp light of the knife fell down!

This red sedan chair and the ghosts in it will be cut off!

The violent sword energy rolled down, spurring a strong wind!

"Oh, oh, it's windy!"

"Stay steady, hold Madam's sedan chair!"

"..."

The violent sword strength and blade wind, the eight-carriage sedan chair and the paper people started to sway, and the paper people screamed like real people!

They couldn't see the sword energy, they just felt it was a gale.

"Ugh!"

A long sigh suddenly sounded!

The voice came from the red sedan chair.

All the storms, with this sigh, all died away.

In the eight-carriage sedan chair, the red curtain was gently lifted, and a pale ghost light shot out, and suddenly collided with the sword energy!

There was no sound or movement.

The deep purple sword energy that is ten meters long, the violent sword energy that can collapse mountains and gravel, instantly dissipates like bubbles that are shattered at the touch of a touch!

Ye Fan's pupils shrank slightly, his teeth were bitten, and he cursed in a low voice: "Slot!"

Eight paper bearers squatted.

The red eight lifted the sedan chair and slowly fell.

A beautiful image of a big red wedding dress walked out slowly.

Under the gorgeous golden-red hijab, a coquettish voice came out.

[Author's digression]: Thank you for the golden ticket of the brothers of "Horse to Success". Thank you very much. Today I saw a brother who said that they are all for survival. I was inexplicably emotional. Indeed, life is not easy, so I have to work harder, come on, and wish my brothers It's all smooth sailing, and your academic career is thriving!

Chapter 52

A beautiful image of a wedding dress, walking slowly out of the eight-carriage sedan chair.

An extremely coquettish voice sounded from under the golden red hijab.

"The son is so cruel to the slave family!"