Quick Wear: Exiled Immortal Male Matching

Lin Xi'an suddenly felt that the desire to live well seemed a little difficult, if this body was not a good nourishment for ghosts.

Just walking on the night road, I met no less than ten ghosts, and the deaths were different, although I had killed many people before, but they were all wiped out in one move, and I wouldn't see what a tragic scene was.

And Lin Xi'an found that he was still a little tender, and what he saw was broken and disfigured, and the lack of arms and legs was light, and what was even more disgusting was that he was covered with maggots, and the blood flowed all over his body, ......

Extremely glad that he didn't eat dinner, Lin Xi'an endured his nausea and quickly bypassed. Run, face the wind, and be clearer. The feeling of nausea disappeared completely, and there was no trace of it. The ghosts didn't follow, and I was relieved.

Before he could exhale this breath, he suddenly took another breath, and almost screamed, Lin Xi'an hurriedly covered his mouth, aimed at a pile of debris next to him, and "rubbed" to dodge. Restrained breath.

The "people" in the narrow alley are divided into two teams, and it is obvious that there is a clear distinction. On one side of the head are women, and on the other side are men.

The woman wears a white ancient skirt similar to Hanfu, holding a flowing cloud bun, which is not as beautiful as a mortal. But under the beautiful shell is often a real thing, which Lin Xi'an dare not forget.

Zhizhu sneered, "You have to talk about some credit when you are a ghost, you even forget the basic credit, betray me, it's really a long skill!" The

beautiful woman looked even more sultry at night, but the ghost was full of evil and shuddered.

"Heh, you don't have good resources, you don't have to drink blood, and people don't let you kill, what are you doing? Drink the northwest wind!" The man's face was full of pus, blood, his fingers twisted and pointed at Zhizhu, and his hideous face made Lin Xi'an feel cold, so resentful!"

Zhizhu also had a violent temper, and directly led a group of ghosts to the door to fight ghosts.

The little ghosts fight, and the scene is extremely cruel. Unlike human beings, they tear each other's souls directly, and once they lose too much, their souls will become the nourishment of the other party, increasing their strength, while the other will be wiped out and will never be reborn. This kind of thing is very rare, because it is too cruel, and it is not allowed in the ghost world.

But Zhizhu never dreamed that the fat man would teach his subordinates to deal with them like this, and Zhizhu has always asked his people not to use indiscriminate means to seize what they want, and they are also kind-hearted people, so naturally they will not disobey. But this time she miscalculated...

Closing his eyes fiercely, Zhizhu exhaled, "You forced me!" The

long sleeves flew up, and a gust of yin wind suddenly rose, rolling up the debris in the alley and flying towards the fat ghosts, the purple lightning in the sky seemed to contain great power, as if it was going to be split down in the next moment, and a great sense of oppression pressed on the tip of the hearts of every ghost present, and the heart was shocked.

Lin Xi'an looked at everything in front of him in a daze, is this still a fighting method? How to fight? It seems to be unilaterally crushed.

It's just that the next moment, Lin Xi'an saw a strange smile behind Zhizhu, and the curvature of his mouth made people suddenly out of place.

He stretched out a hand, which was full of blood, and tapped Zhizhu's back so lightly, at that time, everyone was paying attention to Zhizhu's fighting with the fat ghost, and they didn't pay attention to his small actions at all.

Lin Xi'an was suddenly startled, because the ghost looked vaguely at the hiding place where he was, and his pale face was a smile that was so crazy that it was distorted, like a poisonous snake, a feeling of being targeted.

Zhizhu only felt that he had lost his strength for a moment and was unable to exert his strength. She frowned, no matter how bad luck she looked, and when she noticed it, the people behind her had already retreated to the opposite side, laughing at her mercilessly.

"You...... Why?"This is so for me....

Zhizhu smiled bitterly and fell fiercely, her painful expression like a butterfly with folded wings, pale and hollow.