"It's rare, it seems that this little guy does have some luck, it's really rare for this guy to help people. The bald young man raised his hand and touched the top of his smooth head, turned his head to look outside the No. 2 old dormitory building, sighed lightly, stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around Xue Yiren's small waist, and looked at the red-robed ghost king with two mellow red lumps flying up his cheeks and smiled, "Let's go back too, the hero doesn't suffer the loss in front of him, it seems that we can't get out this time." ”

"It doesn't matter to me whether I go out or not, as long as I can be with the king, I will be satisfied. Xue Yiren lowered his head, his eyes timidly glanced at the bald young man's eyes, and then moved away at the slightest touch, a pair of small hands were entangled, and the voice of the voice was not much louder than the cry of mosquitoes.

The other ghosts on the side covered their mouths and snickered.

"Ahh

At the same time, Du Kang screamed, raised his head and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the person fell straight back, but fortunately, the scholar reached out and grabbed the front of his clothes so that he did not fall to the ground.

"What's wrong with him?" Weiwei rushed up first, hugged the unconscious Du Kang, glared at the scholar and asked loudly, Ran Jing and the six ghosts also surrounded him, looking worried.

"He's in a weird situation. The scholar looked down at the palm he had just pressed on the top of Du Kang's head, the palm showed a strange color of half snow white and half pitch black, frowned slightly, and said indifferently, "Don't worry, he won't be fine, you let him rest first, we are going back too, if you have anything to ask, just wait for tonight." ”

The scholar didn't stop after speaking, he turned around and left, a pitch-black portal appeared in the void in front of him, stepped in, and the six ghosts also followed, but the last fourth brother turned his head to look at Du Kang when he entered the door, shook his head and sighed softly, and also entered the portal.

As the Rakshasa Gate retracted inch by inch into the ground, the black portal vanished into thin air, as if it had never existed.

"Hey, when did that bald head leave?" Ran Jing suddenly found that the bald young man and Xue Yiren had disappeared without knowing when.

"Fortunately, Chubby's life is not in danger, but I can't enter his sea of knowledge, and even the connection between the deeds has been severed. After slightly inspecting Du Kang's body, he let out a sigh, but he asked Ran Jing worriedly, "Jingjing, what do you say is going on with Chubby?"

Ran Jing held her white chin with her fingers, and after pondering for a while, she couldn't think of a reason, so she had to shake her head, "I don't know very well, it's all because that old guy's mobile phone is not in the service area for three days, otherwise he should know." ”

Ran Jing mentioned her master, although her tone was not very respectful, a smile unconsciously appeared in her eyebrows, and she squatted beside Weiwei to persuade her, "I don't think Xiaopang's face is a short-lived ghost, you can rest assured." ”

"If it weren't for me, he would probably have reported to Brother Cui by now. He laughed slightly, turned his head to look at Ran Jing, bumped his best friend with his shoulder, and his mood was a little better, "Let's just wait here, it is estimated that there will be results tonight, and Lao Wang's remnant soul is still in the hands of Xue Yiren, we have to get it back." ”

"I don't think I need it, giggles, I really didn't expect you two to be dead, but it's okay, if I swallow you two, I won't have to be controlled by that old immortal anymore. ”

An ethereal voice came from all directions.

"Who!" Ran Jing got up suddenly, her eyes narrowed, and her gaze slowly swept around, but she didn't find where the speaker was.

"That uncle Chenghuang is a bait, and now that you two big fish are hooked, the bait is useless. The voice sounded again, and then a figure was thrown in sideways, and fell at Ran Jing's feet with a bang, it was the old king who was sent to Cangcheng by Cang Jin and Xiaobai.

"Is that you?" narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the girl in white standing at the door with an oil-paper umbrella, Ran Jing couldn't help frowning.

Around these two girls, one elf is eccentric, the other is eccentric, and he didn't expect that the one who appeared in front of him at this time would be the little clerk who was almost scared to cry by Du Kang.

"yes, is it a surprise?" the girl looked down at herself, dressed in ordinary home clothes, and even wearing a pair of kawaii pink bunny slippers on her feet, her wet hair casually draped over her shoulders, and the faint smell of shampoo wafted.

"It's a bit ordinary," the girl curled up her right hand, looked at the newly dyed cardamom nails, pursed her lips and blew lightly twice, rolled her eyelids to look at Weiwei and Ran Jing, a trace of jealousy and resentment flashed in her eyes, "I don't look like you two big beauties who can have no worries about food and clothing based on their beauty, I'm just an ordinary guy, from my birth to my death, ordinary family background, ordinary growth, ordinary resume, ordinary job, ordinary appearance, ordinary figure, ah..."

The girl raised her head, looked at the oil-paper umbrella quietly, and said slowly, "The only thing I am not ordinary may be my death, being burned alive, such a big fire, coaxing..."

The girl looked down at Ran Jinghe Weiwei, her eyes really flashed with a firelight, the flames were raging, a girl begged for help, cried, collapsed in the sea of fire, and finally fell to the ground weakly, was ruthlessly devoured by the fire, and turned into a charred and dry bone.

"Who killed you?" Ran Jing asked.

"Hehe..." The girl sneered for a while, flicked her fingers lightly twice, her figure flashed suddenly, rushed forward three meters, faced Ran Jing, a pair of blood-red eyes looked straight over, and the hoarse voice was like two iron plates rubbing together, harsh and ugly, "It doesn't matter who it is, they're all dead anyway, and they were all killed by my own hands, giggle..."

"What happened to Cang Jin and Xiaobai?" While speaking slightly, the person had already rushed behind the girl in an arrow step, blocking the door of the No. 2 old dormitory building, and sandwiching her one after the other with Ran Jing.

The girl slowly turned her head to look at Weiwei, the corners of her mouth tugged, revealing a weird smile, and the facial features on an ordinary face gradually blurred, as if a mosaic had been erased, revealing a charming face, her eyebrows were like daisies, her skin was like congealed fat, a pair of blood-red eyes blinked playfully twice, tilted her head and asked Weiwei, "Sister Chu, are you asking me?"

"Xiaobai!?" Weiwei couldn't believe his eyes, took two steps back, looked at Xiaobai in front of him, pointed his finger at the tip of Xiaobai's nose and said, "You... Resurrect the soul!"

"Gurgle... Sister Chu, you are so smart," Xiaobai covered his mouth and smiled, gave a slight thumbs up, and teased, "But it's a little too late to be smart." ”

"Is it!" Ran Jing took advantage of Xiaobai's distraction to suddenly attack, raised his hand to sacrifice a small sky, the original small stone seal flew into the air, and suddenly rose to the size of one meter square, wrapped in rolling thunder, and suppressed it head.

Xiaobai didn't dodge or dodge, he didn't even blink his eyelids, he just turned the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and turned it twice in his palm.

"Ding!"

The small flip smashed on the oil-paper umbrella, an electric snake scurried, black smoke rose from the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, condensed but not dispersed, twisted left and right twice, turned into a pitch-black blurred figure, raised his hand to grab the small flip.

Although the power is 108,000 miles worse than the legendary seal in the god list, it is definitely a first-class treasure in the end of the law era, and it contains the air of heaven and thunder, and it is also blessed by the powerful Taoism of the sages of the Maoshan Sect in the past dynasties.

However, today, Xiao Tuotian was held up by a black figure that was less than a foot good, and he couldn't fall.

Ran Jing's hands kept pinching her handprints, and a fine sweat had oozed from her forehead unconsciously.

Seeing that Ran Jing was difficult to take down alone, he woke up from his stunned slightly, pointed his finger forward, and a fine light flashed, and the City God's Divine Seal smashed heavily on the small upside down, with a sonorous sound, the smashed small upside down suddenly sank downward, and suddenly crushed more than a dozen black villains, and the scurrying electric snake passed through the body, was torn apart, and disappeared in the air, but then more black figures rushed out of the oil-paper umbrella, supporting the two side of the divine seal that kept falling down.

Xiao Bai Xiuqi frowned, the little hand holding the oil-paper umbrella turned vigorously one by one, wiped his right hand in his arms, and then raised his hand to throw a copper bean at the slightly faced door and covered his face, and at the same time kicked the ground with both feet, his body floated backwards, and his back hit Ran Jing.

When it was too late, the copper beans suddenly exploded in mid-air, and countless black smoke and yin qi rushed out of it, and there was a terrible ghost scream, and countless ghosts were rampant, flying all over the sky, staring at a pair of blood-red eyes looking for living creatures everywhere.

"Lonely Soul Wild Ghost!" Wei Wei was not afraid of the terrifying scene in front of him, this kind of useless trick was simply a piece of cake for Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts for a big demon with fifteen hundred years of cultivation, his small mouth opened, and a suction pulled the ghost shadows that were still in the air like headless flies all swallowed into his mouth.

"Hmm!" is the slightest hint of a lonely ghost, and his cheeks are propped up like a cute lion-headed goldfish.

And in such a kung fu, Ran Jing suffered a big loss under Xiaobai's hands, and was slapped out with a palm, if it wasn't for Ran Jing's heavy treasure protection, I'm afraid she would have died here in an instant.

Twelve golden coins continued to rotate around Ran Jing's body, emitting a brilliant glow, like a bell upside down, protecting Ran Jing in it.

"Hmph!" Ran Jing snorted coldly, her thumb wiped away a trace of blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and the pink lilac gently swept over her teeth, revealing a cold smile, "Let me teach you how to do it!"

The Qingping sword in his palm trembled, pulling out two beautiful sword flowers, Ran Jing rushed forward with all his strength, the Qingping sword dragged backwards, bent his fingers and flicked his face, twelve golden lights came one after another like meteors catching the moon, and one by one slammed into Xiaobai's body with a sharp roar.

"Ding Ding Ding..."

After a series of sounds, Xiao Bai was like a reef in the tide, standing still, a white light in Bai Nen's little hand was uncertain, and when there was no room for it, all the twelve golden lights flew out.

"Boom!"

Ran Jing and Xiao Bai passed by, the green gold sword light and the white light flashed in the air, the Qingping sword was held in Ran Jing's palm, the blade continued to tremble and hum, and a little blood bead slipped down the blood groove of the blade to the tip of the sword.

The world is always impermanent, everything is too hurried, a flick of the fingers, the victory and defeat are reversed, life and death are confused, a little blood bead is sprinkled on the ground with the rising sun, ticking, blooming a little blood-colored lotus.

The tip of Qingping's sword couldn't help trembling, Ran Jing's delicate body trembled violently, and slowly fell down, with a sonorous sound, the long sword was inserted into the ground, barely holding Ran Jing's weak body and not falling down completely, wisps of bright red blood rolled down the sword blade blood groove as if they didn't want money, and a small pool of blood appeared in an instant.

"Quiet!" Slightly urging the true yuan of the whole body, desperately suppressing the Chenghuang Divine Seal, but it backfired, without Ran Jing's control, the little upheaval suddenly disappeared, and it turned into a small stone seal again, and was slapped aside by more than a dozen pairs of black ghost hands, and the Chenghuang Divine Seal could no longer suppress Xiaobai.

With a twist of the wrist, the oil-paper umbrella was lifted upwards little by little, and the glow of the City God Seal fluctuated violently, only for a moment, only to hear a series of sounds like glass breaking, and a small crack like Spider-Man appeared on the surface of the City God Seal.

Bite!

The tip of the oil-paper umbrella lightly touched the seal of the city god, and the crumbling god token let out a weak hum, swayed left and right twice, and turned into a streamer and flew back into Weiwei's body.

Although this City God Seal is not a micro natal magic weapon, it also contains a slight trace of divine thoughts, and now the divine seal was destroyed in a short time, and one of the divine thoughts was directly wiped out, and the divine thoughts were the same, and the slight face suddenly turned pale, and a trace of blood oozed from the corners of the mouth.

"Giggles, the Chenghuang of the Difu Yin Division, the descendant disciple of the Maoshan Sect?" Xiaobai's tone was extremely mocking, teasing, disdainfully looking at the defeated general who was defeated in his hands, and laughed happily, "It's really better to see than to hear, and it's better to be famous than to see, it's really disappointing to me." ”

Xiao Bai said that he had already walked in the kind of leisure that belongs to the winner, and slowly walked to Ran Jing's side, grabbed Ran Jing's hair with his little hand, lifted a miserable little white face to himself, sighed twice, and said very regretfully, "Look, look, this little appearance looks like it, it's really pitiful for me, um," his eyes swept over Ran Jing's slightly raised chest, and said with a smile, "Although you are a princess of Taiping, but just at your face, even if you are a pseudo-mother, there are definitely countless men who are willing to be fascinated by you." ”

"Hehe," Ran Jing was seriously injured, with a sneer, her chest rose and fell violently twice, bright red blood stained a large piece of clothes on her chest, and a pair of bright eyes looked at Xiaobai and said, "Auntie, I am flat-chested and proud, I am the fabric of the country!"

With the last word coming out, a silver light suddenly burst out from the clothes on Ran Jing's chest, rising into the sky, emitting an immeasurable amount of silver light, illuminating the hall on the first floor shrouded in shadows inside and out, even if a needle fell on the ground, it could be found at a glance.