When he landed, Cheng Yufan was a little stunned, a little stunned, and he even reacted! Yes, this is indeed a fucking ghost shoe. Because, aren't the shoes worn by a ghost a ghost a ghost shoe?

Maybe this is a self-inflicted joke for Idiom Fan, but Idiom Fan can't laugh at all. However, the cold involuntarily spreads directly from the back to the whole body. It seems that everywhere is going to be so cold that it becomes very difficult to move.

Except for the pair of finely carved jade feet that appeared in front of Xi Yufan and the very strange pair of Yin Hong female high heels, Cheng Yufan didn't seem to see the full face of the hostess of this pair of high heels. However, just as the hostess of this pair of high heels approached towards the idiom Fan step by step.

"Click......"

A bolt of lightning, a burst of thunder like tearing, instantly resounded throughout the floor, and a shadow had gradually, gradually begun to emerge in this lightning and thunder!

"Shall I go!?"

Idiom Fan is now staring at him with big eyes, and he doesn't know who this big eye is staring at.

At this time, his heart was already a little unbearable for such stimulation, "My Mamma Mia!

After the lightning and thunder intertwined, a female corpse appeared, a female corpse with a pale face, almost as white as a piece of white paper. And this female corpse is the old but penetrating red, strangely red master.

And what makes Idiom Fan feel even more terrifying and weird is that he has seen a beautiful female ghost, but he has never seen such a beautiful female ghost.

For a moment in his heart, Idiom Fan had a hint of the thought that he almost fell into hell, and this thought made him feel a little bit whether he was scared stupid or insane. Or is it more serious, cursed by some god?

At that moment, Idiom Fan had the slightest urge to marry this female ghost home as his wife!

"I'll go, the whole world dares to marry a female ghost home as a daughter-in-law, it is estimated that in addition to Ning Caichen's eldest brother, it will belong to me!" The corners of his mouth grinned slightly, and a touch of self-deprecation appeared on the cheeks that had not yet fallen off.

Yes, it's self-deprecation.

Idiom Fan doesn't think that he is the talented Ning Caichen, even a female ghost dares to have a good time. It's really a peony flower, and it's okay to be a ghost!

Idiom Fan would not even think that the female ghost in front of him was the infatuated Nie Xiaoqian.

is neither good nor evil, not sinking, a righteous crying ghost and god, chatting often reminiscing about Nie Xiaoqian, and shameful Hongchen fame and fortune!

Although, the "Nie Xiaoqian" who appeared in front of him was really innocent, and the city was very captivating. However, the idiom Fan even noticed from the breath in "Nie Xiaoqian", which was perfectly integrated with the pure and Allure, that the faint aura of great evil was gradually emanating.

And this huge evil aura is not just as simple as gradually emanating from it, but what makes Idiom Fan perceive is that this "Nie Xiaoqian" seems to be summoning something with this huge evil aura.

"Beware!"

Mo Qi, who had not opened his mouth for a long time after entering the gorgeous morgue, finally opened his mouth at this time.

"You are really unprecedented, even a female ghost wants to marry home as a daughter-in-law," there was a hint of mockery in his voice, and even a hint of ridicule, "You really give your master a long face!"

After hearing Miss Mo's words, Fan almost didn't stumble, and sat directly on the cold porcelain floor tiles.

The next moment, the idiom Fan even had the heart to kill himself. I actually forgot that at this moment, his inner thoughts were connected with Mo Qi, and what he was thinking, Mo Qi was very clear. "I'm depressed, it's really a misstep and a thousand years of hatred!"

Idiom Fan is a little more stable and steady, and now he finally knows what a misstep is into a thousand years of hatred, and he deeply understands the incisive meaning of this sentence.

"Click...... Click......"

Suddenly, beside the female ghost who was extremely far away from the city, another lightning bolt fell instantly with a tearing thunder.

As soon as the lightning and thunder passed, it seemed that at that moment, Idiom Fan had already felt something cold dripping on his cheeks.

"Fishy?" Idiom Fan gently wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, and the next drop of cold stuff dripped on his cheek again, "Is it the smell of blood?"

At this moment, Idiom Fan has completely smelled the smell of blood from the very beginning of the fishy smell!

"Rain?" the idiom Fan was stunned, and his heart beat even more rapidly as the fishy smell turned into a bloody smell, like a sports car on the highway, unscrupulously driving the full motor, and soaring.

"Blood rain!" Just as Idiom Fan wanted to look up, Mo Qi spoke again, but this time it was very serious, and there was no hint of ridicule in his words, "Be careful, it will rain blood in a confined space, no wonder it will be called a gorgeous morgue!"

"Of course," Mo Qi took a deep breath and added, "Since this is a gorgeous morgue, there must be no shortage of masquerade balls!"

"Uh......"

Idiom Fan was a little stunned, and couldn't help muttering to himself: "Gorgeous morgue? masquerade?" Even if it mattered, Mo Qi seemed to know everything.

"I said," Cheng Yufan took a slight step back again, and the blood rain around him was getting bigger and bigger, the cold blood rain hit his cheeks, hit his body, and his whole body seemed to be filled with the smell of blood, "Do you know the connection?"

"A little!" Mo Qi said lightly.

"A little?" Idiom Fan was a little helpless, and even more unconvinced, "You really only know a little bit?"

"Believe it or not," Mo Qi heard this, and replied directly in a cold voice, "You kid with preferences, it seems that the female ghost also likes you, look at her, a pair of 'blazing' eyes, staring at you tightly!" Mo Qi didn't forget to hit the idiom Fan a little at the end.

"Uh...... This is ......" idiom Fan was stunned for a moment, and then kept silent and did not answer, so as not to be "humiliated" again. Of course, he would not curse this Miss Moqi who was closely related to his spirit. Even if she doesn't say it with her mouth and curses in her heart, this Miss Moqi can listen to it really.

Female ghosts, to be exact, are not so much female ghosts. Looking at this innocent and captivating female ghost, the reason seems to appear here. As common sense, ghosts are absolutely without a shadow. However, now, the shadow of this female ghost is reflected on the ground in an instant. Imagine that ghosts have shadows? Imagine that I have encountered strange things, and I have encountered strange things, but I have never encountered such strange and strange things.

"That, Mo Qi, I want to ask!" Looking at the shadow of this female ghost slowly emerging, Idiom Fan was really a little unsure, and even felt that whether this was a female ghost or not, or a mutated ghost.