My Master is Lin Zhengying

The female ghost has arrived at Nanchen's bedside.

Her face was pale, without a trace of blood, but her lips were unusually bright red.

She looked at Nan Chen quietly, and took a sharp bite.

Make a "whoosh" sound.

In his mouth, he even sighed:

"What a delicious smell of blood, I haven't tasted this taste for a long time..."

As she spoke, the female ghost showed her long blood-red tongue and licked her lips.

In those empty eyes, he stared at Nan Chen firmly.

Unknowingly, the other party had stretched out a pale hand, and gently stroked Nan Chen's forehead.

At this moment, Nan Chen only felt icy cold.

It was like a piece of ice stuck on his head.

But Nan Chen still didn't move.

He believes that this is not the best opportunity.

He opened his eyes in a daze, watching all the actions of the female ghost.

The female ghost stroked Nan Chen's cheek, like a pervert.

"What a handsome face, even women like it when they see it."

Said, the opponent's hand.

He stroked his face and neck.

Then it stretched out slowly, and followed Nan Chen's face to the neck.

And at this moment, gently pulled up the life.

In his mouth, he still smiled and said:

"Such a handsome man, if we can be with him..."

This is not the end.

The female ghost let out a "hee hee" laugh.

But Nan Chen's heart trembled violently.

It turns out that this female ghost is a pervert.

Is this posture trying to possess yourself?

Immediately, Nan Chen found the female ghost's hand and continued to walk downstream.

Obviously, he wanted to catch his vitals.

The other hand actually tore open his pocket.

The loose dress spread out, and a large white area suddenly appeared on the chest.

Seeing this, Nan Chen panicked for a while.

If he went on, he would become an undead knight just like Qiu Sheng.

How could he continue to forbear?

Moreover, now is the best opportunity to make a move.

The other party has already let down his vigilance and is fully focused on Sichun.

Now, with a single blow, he will definitely be able to kill the female ghost.

Even if it can't, it should be possible to injure it at such a short distance, right?

Thinking of this, Nan Chen suddenly opened his eyes.

Dantian raised his breath even more fiercely.

Then there was a low drink in his mouth:

"court death……"

After speaking, Nan Chen endured the pain and ignored the injury on his chest.

The body suddenly lifted up.

The broken evil talisman drawn on the right hand, facing the astonished female ghost, slapped it with one palm.

Seeing this, the female ghost's face suddenly changed, showing astonishment.

But the body still hurriedly hid back.

However, the timing of Nan Chen's attack was just right.

It was too late for the opponent's dodge.

Nan Chen's palm hit the female ghost's left shoulder on the spot.