Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

In the whole mask, the living people who can stand are the town demon elders in the ghost trap array, except the flower remnant spirit.

"You're so young that you can do such a magic trick. I won't kill you in vain!"

The town demon elder was entangled by the dead and was still full of anger. He shouted in the direction of the flower remnant spirit.

Hua Canling was noncommittal, holding his chest with both hands and watching the play coldly.

How did a generation of Tianjiao, the town demon elder, die under her Summoning Magic.

He wondered very much. With the strength of his supreme rank, even if the flower remnant spirit would summon spiritual skills, she would have been terrified under his coercion and died no longer. Why is she just a yellow haired girl of red rank who can carry immortal?!

Is it the Yao LUOQUAN?

No, Yao LUOQUAN can only resist the power killing below the sky level purple level, which is invalid for his supreme level power killing!

However, this strange little girl can carry it!

What secret is there in her?!

The town demon elder wants to make it clear. Unfortunately, the ghost trapped array allows him to be calm again? Immediately accelerated the killing!

What a pity.

The eyes of the town demon elder are invisible.

If he can see it, he will see that the reason why the flower remnant spirit does not fall down is all because he has a strong thunder spirit root in his body. He will kneel down on the ground. Let alone ask the flower remnant spirit to worship him as a teacher, and ask him to worship the flower remnant spirit as a teacher. He will cry and beg to kneel down like the wind and rain!

Unfortunately, there is no if.

The most hated and resentful thing in the world is that there is no if.

The ghost trap array really starts. The demon town elder is like a bug under the cover and has nowhere to escape.

This is a brutal killing without any suspense.

The town demon elder, who was like a fairy, was cut piece by piece by the dead, and his blood splashed everywhere.

……

The residual blood addicts here can't go to the south of the city.

Shangjing is too big. In addition, there is a light mask barrier of the demon elder, which blocks everything in the barrier.

The common people, except those trapped in the enchantment, do what they should do. They have nothing to do with the undead, ghosts and supremacy.

Vendors are still shouting and selling. Dignitaries and dignitaries, the birds that should slide, the tricks that should be played, the ladies who travel together, and the jugglers still make people admire the juggling dance.

The poor beggars still kneel down to beg, and the bartenders in the wine shop are still driving people.

"What smelly beggar, go, go!"

"Don't you leave yet? Somebody, call me to death!..."

A beggar who could not see his face climbed on the ground and was kicked aside by three or five restaurant thugs.

He just passed by here, not begging here. However, it was noon and it was the time for the restaurant staff to burst. As soon as the childe and ladies saw such a garbage like person at the door of the restaurant, they had no appetite and went to another house one by one.

At the sight of the hotel manager, the big guests were smelled away. Is that good?

As soon as I said hello, the waiter and thugs in the hotel came out to blow people.

One foot after another, there was no breathing in the middle. Three or four people went to the ground one after another. They should be human feet. That posture was simply a rhythm of beating to death.

The beggar's face was covered with dirt, his eyes were out of focus, and he seemed to be numb. The whole man was like a rag doll. He was kicked around, holding his head, and made extremely weak voices such as "who am I", "who am I" and "who is she" from his mouth.

If you are not good at hearing, it sounds like Shen Yin, and your reaction after being beaten is the same.

Seeing him humming and laughing, a fierce looking waiter raised his feet high, the man's blue fighting spirit whirled on his toes, and the muscles on his face kicked fiercely at the beggar's head!

This kick will not split the beggar's head. I'm afraid it's not far from death.

The beggar seemed to know that death was coming. He stared at the roaring ruthless leg. He even let go of his hand holding his head. It was like waiting for death. He had no response.

The fleshy waiter smiled contemptuously, so he saw that the smelly beggar was kicked out of his head by him, and his face was full of bloodthirsty and cruel smiles.

"Kick him to death! Kick him to death! You deserve to dirty the land of our Huichun restaurant!"

"Smelly beggar, after death, remember to reincarnate and find a good family. Even if you are a beggar, remember not to pass in front of the Huichun restaurant!"

The other sophomores, taking pleasure in disaster, spit one by one and mocked coldly and ruthlessly.

Who am I, who am I, who am I

In the beggar's mind, this problem still hovers. It seems that he doesn't take death seriously.

The little boy with a cross face laughed cruelly, and the blue fighting light was even more. Everything was just lightning flash, and the beggar's brain was about to burst!

But——

The ruthless leg of the blue fighting spirit whirled and could not move for half a minute at a place one millimeter away from the beggar's raised head.

The cross faced waiter tried hard, but he couldn't move forward or backward. He could only hang on one side of the beggar's head and couldn't move.

"What's the matter?" the other waiter hip-hop asked one after another when he saw that the situation was bad.

"Which son of a bitch is secretly framing me?!" the cross faced waiter hugged his legs with both hands and tried hard to take it back, but he couldn't take it back. He was ashamed and became angry.

On the street, people came and went. When they saw some of them causing trouble, they were far away from them and didn't dare to get close at all.

"Amitabha! Goodness, goodness."

At this time, two monks wearing hats, hemp shoes and light brown cloth clothes came out of the crowd. One walking stick was carried on his shoulder. At the other end of the walking stick, he carried a small cloth bag and begged with his left hand. Two monks were dressed like this.

If the ghost emperor was here, he would ask Hua Canling to flee quickly, because they were not who. They were ordered by the teacher to come to Xuanyuan country to find the two brothers of Qingyu and qingmo who were destined to rob!

"God has the virtue of living well. Please show mercy, benefactor."

Sapphire put her palm straight in front of her and gave a Buddhist ceremony.

Seeing that the young waiter with a cross face was embarrassed, the hotel shopkeeper came out with his face full of hostility and his hands on his back. He looked at qingmo and Qingyu. Seeing that the other party didn't even fight, he impolitely shouted, "where's the smelly monk? Want to make trouble here in my Huichun restaurant?"

"Shopkeeper, please let the poor man go." qingmo has a good temper and doesn't care about the bad words of the shopkeeper of the restaurant. He walks forward.