Synopsis: My Girlfriend is a Ghoul

　　G Qi was silent for a while, shook his head, and continued: "Just a bad guy."

　　Hearing this, Ouyang Mofei smiled bitterly: "Is it too deep into the play?"

　　G Qi ignored the troubled Ouyang Murphy and asked, "Do you want to catch up?"

　　"Chase, of course." Ouyang Mofei raised his head, looked at the roof, and said, "I missed work for a day today. If I didn't get what I wanted, wouldn't it be in vain."

　　"Ah."

　　G prayed nodded, then turned and ran with the sword in hand.

　　She stepped on the pedal condensed by the Void Sword, and easily came to the top of the building.

　　"You can't let you run away so easily, you two."

　　Ouyang Murphy snapped his fingers: "200%"

　　The next second, he disappeared in place.

　　The place where they fought just now left only a mess and the echo of snapping fingers.

　　Human beings will not use 100% of their body strength in order to protect themselves.

　　But Ouyang Mofei is different.

　　Has the protection of the World Tree.

　　He doesn't need to care about these things at all.

　　Coupled with the identity of a warrior, he can use the power of the whole body.

　　So, this is what happened.

　　In the true sense of the word, he showed inhuman speed and strength.

　　"Tsk, did you catch up?"

　　Skuluji looked at Goku who was approaching behind him.

　　Sure enough, running on the ground can not play with flying in the sky.

　　Although G Qi was just running in the sky, it was almost there.

　　"boom!"

　　Skulluji shot the great sword at G Qiyou.

　　"boom!"

　　It was split without any suspense.

　　However, her speed was also slightly lowered.

　　"Didn't that man catch up?"

　　Carroll still cares about Ouyang Murphy.

　　Just now, Skulluji's attack was easily dodged by him, and his arms were trembling until now.

　　And this pink-haired girl is also like his subordinate.

　　"I don't know."

　　Skuluji quickened his pace.

　　If it was simply dealing with G Qi, he would not be able to escape.

　　But the guy in the military uniform.

　　After the first second of contact with him, Skuluji was already thinking of running away.

　　It was just a random kick that made his arm tremble before he hit it.

　　Not to mention, he didn't even use the void.

　　Skuluji didn't want to fight to the death with such a completely ignorant guy.

　　Just looking for death there.

　　"." Damn, what monsters did those guys create!"

　　Thinking of the past experience, Skuluji's face became very bad.

　　"It's not good to say that others are monsters, the first generation."

　　Ouyang Murphy's voice came from the front of the two.

　　I saw Ouyang Mofei was waiting for them with a smile in his trouser pocket.

　　There seemed to be plumes of white smoke emanating from his feet.

　　The flame 'Resurrection Spirit' healed Ouyang Mofei's injury caused by breaking the limit just now.

　　"when!"

　　Skulluji hurriedly stopped and looked at Ouyang Murphy in disbelief in front of him.

　　"Well...when." Ouyang Mofei put on a look that made me think about it, "About ten seconds before (Zhao Zhao) clock."

　　"What a joke!"

　　Skuluji took a few steps back with his arms around Carroll.

　　They have only run for more than ten seconds from just now.

　　"No kidding."

　　Ouyang Murphy stretched his waist and said with a smile, "You guys made me wait for a long time."

　　"Tsk!"

　　Skuluji intends to turn back, but at this time G Qi has also caught up.

　　"Ah, ah, the front and back, the big crisis!"

　　Ouyang Murphy explained the current situation on behalf of the first-generation duo.

　　"Mr. Ouyang, bad guy."

　　G Qi looked at Ouyang Murphy's expression and complained lightly.

　　"..."

　　Ouyang Mofei was silent for a while and said, "Don't repeat, and I am a good person today."

　　The two talked back and forth, but their eyes were fixed on the first generation.

　　Can't let them both run away.

Chapter 288

　　"I didn't expect that there is such a business in our family."

　　Arisa flips through her business records on the facade of her grandfather's study.

　　I don't know if I don't see it, but when I look at it, I'm really shocked.

　　It is true that every activity has the shadow of the shrine.

　　Even the previous Norma gene was robbed, and their family was involved a lot.

　　Funeral Society and other terrorists took only a small part.

　　Most of them were taken away by a series of neon upper floors headed by the Enshrine Group.

　　No wonder at that time, when she reported the matter, her grandfather told her to leave it alone.

　　Hmm...how could a thief really catch himself?

　　"Miss, you... this is not very good."

　　The housekeeper looked at Arisa at the facade of the old man's study, and recklessly flipped through the family's various criminal records, sweating profusely on his face.

　　These things, the master never intended to let the lady know.

　　"Not very good, why?"

　　Arisa looked up at the old housekeeper: "Grandfather is injured and lying on the bed. As the heir of the shrine, it is not too much for me to contact my own business."

　　"But……"

　　The butler looked at the content that Arisa opened.

　　It's really heartbreaking.

　　I don't know how it could be, the lady knows the key to the master's study and the storage location of those confidential documents.

　　"However, our family really wants to rebel, tsk tsk tsk."

　　Arisa swept the records.

　　Above is a list of anti-GHQ programs.

　　"How can you say that, Miss, the master is also for the future of Neon."

　　The old butler corrected Arisa's remarks.

　　"For the future of neon, hum."

　　Arisa sneered: "It's really high-sounding."

　　Arisa uploaded the family information about the recent affairs on the computer to his computer.

　　She is not very familiar with these things now, so she will not do anything to them for the time being.

　　At present, all she has to do is to gain most of the control of the worship group.

　　This point is not too simple for the current Arisa.

　　The identity of her own heir, the dying old man, plus her king power.

　　No one can resist her.

　　The girl was a little excited, because what she was doing at the moment was unimaginable in the past.