Quick Wear: Exiled Immortal Male Matching

The alley is surprisingly quiet during the day. There is an inexplicable weirdness.

From time to time, a breeze blows confetti and mixes it with a cold wind.

Ye Gujue walked in the dark illusion at the bottom of the alley, black is the best camouflage, silent, hooking thin lips to show a little coolness.

His whereabouts are secretive, and his figure disappears from time to time, like a beast that has been dormant for a long time, waiting to deliver the deadliest blow to his enemies.

"Alas~ When do you think Take-sama will come back?" asked a ghost soldier smoking a cigarette with a sad face on the other ghost beside him.

"I can't say exactly. It seems that Lord Zhu has escaped, and his return is a sure thing, but the fat ghost will definitely not let the adults return smoothly......" After speaking, he also sighed deeply, shook his head and stopped talking.

Looking up at the sky in the dark world, there was no brilliance, and he sighed heavily.

Ye Gujue originally wanted to come to the door to find trouble, but when he was listening to it on the side, he suddenly appeared in front of the two soldiers in a flash, startling them, and he also clenched the weapon in his hand.

He waved his hand and explained, "This king just wants to ask where Zhizhu went? Didn't he go to play?

Glancing at each other, both of them breathed a sigh of relief, everyone in the ghost world knew that Ye Gujue was well-known for his sincerity, and he looked solemn, and he also dispelled his guard from the bottom of his heart, and explained it 1510.

After listening to this, Ye Gujue thought with pity, could it be that there is one less person who raises the bar and scolds each other? This is not good! If someone is idle and panicked, someone will not be too lonely, after all, the ghost world is cold and panicked.

With a flash of inspiration in his eyes, Ye Gujue tiptoed a little and disappeared in place. The breeze blew, and the two minions came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a big dream, and after glancing at each other, they continued to patrol as if nothing had happened.

The wind is loud, and the grass and trees are soldiers.

The inexplicable cold made the fat ghost excited, rubbed his nose and continued to hurry. This time, he has something important to say to the boss, but he can't be sloppy.

Rubbing his palms and yawning, the fat ghost said to himself suspiciously: "It's weird, can even ghosts be cold these days?"

My heart was slightly settled.

"I don't do bad things in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Besides, who have I been afraid of?!"

he patted his chest and raised his head and said loudly. His eyes were a little evasive, especially when the ghost fire on the Broken Soul Bridge suddenly went out, and he sighed in his heart.

"Haven't you ever been afraid of anyone?!" a gust of wind will make you into this virtue?!" came a low, magnetic voice faintly, coming from all directions.

The foot staggered, and the fat ghost was also frightened enough, and he couldn't stop yelling, and he almost peed his pants, "Who?!Who the hell is it? Don't pretend to be a ghost to scare people, phew, scare the ghost! Come out, come out!" Scanning the

surroundings, except for the flickering and burning of the ghost fires, and the slow flow of the Broken Soul River, there seems to be nothing unusual about it.

......At

this time, the shock in my heart was not nothing, and it could even be said to be extremely frightened. Who can have such strength to be able to perfectly hide all the breath in front of themselves, although the ghost does not have a snort, but they can still feel each other's breath, there is a vaguely invisible constraint planted on every dead soul, it can be said that the living also have it, let's call it immortal and immortal, extinguished and repeated.

I vaguely knew who it was, but the fat ghost still didn't give up and asked: "Let me be a ghost, who are you Lord Bamboo... Or Lord Night?" If it was Zhizhu, he might still be alive, but if it was Ye Gujue, even the gods wouldn't be able to save him....

Ye Gu Jue appeared with a wicked smile, "Smart enough, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I have a long ability, even Zhizhu is planted in your hands, I have to say that you really surprised this king!"

The bloodiness in the fat ghost's heart was also completely stimulated, and a trace of blood red flashed in his eyes, "Don't force me!" The figure retreated dozens of steps, and he sacrificed a blood-stained big knife, and went straight towards Ye Gujue.

Looking at this formation, someone was unmoved, and when the big knife arrived only a few feet in front of him, Ye Gujue rolled it up, turned around and rushed to the fat ghost.

"Poof. The

blade stabbed the fat ghost's soul with a slight sound. If an ordinary knife would not have this kind of power, but it would not be able to die, the fat ghost actually sacrificed the weapon forged by the blood of ten thousand ghosts in order to destroy Ye Gujue, which led to self-immolation. As

soon as his soul is destroyed, things will be much easier. The night lonely ghost slaughters things like a bag, as if passing through a no-man's land.

In a moment, the ghost fire by the Broken Soul Bridge became more vigorous, burning and letting out a piercing scream, making the darkness even deeper.