Momiji looked at the owner Mo Yifu and began to write.,I thought this is also a trick.,Although the pen.、The line of the pen、The pen is very smooth.,The words are also very beautiful.,But these are just beautiful to look at.。 It's not like the previous trick at all, and it's just and neat!

Because it's the owner who just got married, I don't know much about his character, maybe it's multifaceted. But what is the character of the ghost guy Liao Mei on the other side, who doesn't know the ghost thing in Baocheng?

I saw Liao Mei suddenly sneered: "Hmph, I came with good intentions, but you treat me as a joke, and you want to give me a word: You deserve it! Are you too stupid, or are the red leaves bewitching you? Don't you want to live? Huh?"

Liao Mei became annoyed as she spoke, and stretched out a pair of hands from the circle above, white, a little déjà vu.

After stretching out these hands, he rushed over at a very fast speed, but Mo Yian's words didn't seem to be finished yet, so Momiji had no choice but to stand up, waving his claws, forming a wall in front of him, and a mosquito happened to pass by, shattering thousands of corpses.

"Be careful, master, her hands are very powerful~"

As soon as the words fell, the hands had already rushed to the face of the impermeable claw wall of the red leaves, and easily found a loophole, and slapped the red leaves fan out. Momiji struggled a few times and lay down completely, as those hands roamed over her, taking away a lot of soul power.

Mo Yifu closed his eyes, felt the pride and sorrow of the emperor with his heart, and added his own mood changes at this time, and integrated it into calligraphy.

Finally, two more words were written after "deserved", which felt a bit cursive, but it could be seen that it was "to die"!

The golden light suddenly rose, like a light in the dark night*, very dazzling. The hands instantly retreated, as if they had great fear of the golden light.

Liao Mei shrank in the meat circle, her body squirmed for a while, and she freed up a few more hands, looking at the glittering words "deserve to die", revealing a trace of jealousy and eagerness.

"Wahaha~ It is said that the judge's pen is a rare magic weapon, I want to see if it is really like a legend!"

Mo Yifu looked at her, revealing a trace of solemnity, and meditated with all his might: brighter, brighter!

The judge's pen is golden, and the handwriting in the air is becoming clearer and clearer, and there is a 3D gradient effect, and the ensuing suppressive force is becoming more and more powerful.

"Go ahead, let her see and see~"

Liao Mei divided her eight hands, her arms were like boneless gluten, but her palms were like a flower plate of sunflowers, directly meeting the four golden characters.

Jinguang encounters ghosts like the scorching sun encounters snow, and you have to fight for victory and defeat and life and death.

Sneer......

The golden light burned on the palm of his hand, and there was a burst of barbecue sound and smell of barbecue, but it was a rancid smell, which was very disgusting.

Liao Mei's face showed a lot of pain, after all, it was her hands that roasted. But more of it is excitement and madness, and I can't wait for the fire to be a little more vigorous and roasted a little more violently.

"Wowhaha~ Is that the extent?Then you better stay and mess with me, this product won't use you at all!"

This tone should not be said to Mo Yifu, because what he said is to use.

That means the judge's pen?

"Miss Lu, where are you, someone is insulting you~" Mo Yifu opened his throat and shouted, although this move was a bit cowardly, but he couldn't help it, the idea was too hard to chew, so he could only call for foreign aid!

Everyone held their breath and stared, waiting for the foreign aid in Mo Yifu's mouth to appear, and quietly went around~

Mo Yifu held the golden judge's pen in his hand, pointing to the sky and scolding the earth; Liao Mei shrunk in her flesh, not knowing why; and most of the others were unconscious.

And in Mo Yian's heart, it is full of drama and bitter love drama. From when he was a child, he played in the mud at the entrance of the village and was chased and bitten by dogs, until the monkey in the blue world threw him a pen, and he didn't give him a trick, and said that Lu Xiaoju was addicted to online games recently, and gradually lost his friend!

is just a handful of snot and tears, and you can play a tragic role well. But the key point is that there are really no tears, I really can't cry, and I can't cry with cutouts!

It's really a desperate person~

"Miss Lu, are you here?If you don't come, I'll die!Someone saw your old friend and ran away~"

Mo Yi was annoyed by the broken jar, he didn't want to care about anything, and pulled a person out of necessity, and there was a little bit of Zhu Bajie feeling like he was going back to Gao Laozhuang.

Suddenly~

A gust of wind blew up, blowing cold on the body, so cold~

A figure slowly floated in outside the window, don't look big, but that big red robe is not a Hong Kong version of parallel goods at first glance, it must be a global limited edition, or even out of print, otherwise how can there be a king's spirit!

Lu Xiaojuan looked at Mo Yiyi, an idiot! What he received was a look of flattery, and then he looked at the others, all of them were waste wood. Finally, focus on Liao Mei who is spread out on the sofa!

"When I first played the game, I felt that the wind was gusting, you are the ghost of this realm, how old are you?"

When she said this, it was as if she was the ghost mother on the high, and everyone was her ghost son.

Liao Mei frowned slightly, what kind of trouble is this fart doll, just with this speaking attitude, when the soul blood is collected, you must kiss it a few more times!

"I'm Liao Mei, the ghost guy of Baocheng! I don't know where Your Excellency is sacred?"

"Bastard! You deserve to ask! Let me ask you, there was a ghost here a thousand years ago named Fei Zhanfang, have you ever heard of it?"

Liao Mei's brows twisted into a pimple, a thousand years ago, Fei Zhanfang, Damn, I can't even remember the name of the male ghost I slept with yesterday, talk to me about this?

"I saw you perform these thousand tricks, and I thought you had some relationship with my little friend!" Lu Xiaojuan floated in front of Liao Mei and reached out and pinched the flesh ring on her body. "You have a little more meat. Do you know how to eat if you don't like to exercise?"

Liao Mei's heart ached, and her brows were connected into a word. After taking a heavy breath, she took away the law and turned into a light mature woman, and her face was still the same as before Liao Mei.

I saw her bow at Mo Yi and give a smile. Then he gave Lu Xiaoju a deep squeeze and pounced~ knelt down.

"The great immortal is above, the little girl wants to learn the real thousand techniques!

Lu Xiaojuan sniffed his nose and smiled lightly: "You also drank the soul suppression soup, right? That thing is not easy to digest, what are you fat into, and you still drink that!" Then he took out a bottle of Red Bull from his arms, the nails of his little thumb suddenly became longer, and he reached into the Red Bull and stirred it a few times. "Let's drink this in the future, it's more effective than soul soup!"

"Thank you for the gift of the Great Immortals!"

Liao Mei didn't doubt him, picked it up and grunted it all in one go, then sat on the ground, closed her eyes, and saw that there was blue smoke above her head, which lasted for a long time.

Seeing this, Mo Yi immediately squeezed his eyebrows at Lu Xiaojuan, and the Morse code in his heart kept posting: "Why don't you give me such a good elixir for such an ugly woman? You actually like her, don't like me? Didn't you say that you should be each other's guardian angels together, live and die together? You actually lied to me, and you immortals will also deceive people?!"

He knew that Lu Xiaoju could read minds, so he deliberately let her read.

Lu Xiaojuan did turn on the mind-reading function, just like Bluetooth, if he forgot to turn it off, he would always receive some boring signals. At this moment, she immediately turned off the mind reading function, not wanting to listen to Mo Yifu's nonsense, because there were more important and urgent matters.

She stretched out a hand, and the judge's pen snapped ~ into her hand, and then her lips moved, and the blue smoke above Liao Mei's head turned into a wisp of silk and poured into the tip of the pen as if it was being pulled.

A blue line slowly appeared on the barrel of the pen, which soon disappeared.

Lu Xiaoju flickered, rode on Mo Yifu's head, and knocked him hard with the judge's pen: "Waste firewood, waste firewood, do you have to let me be a woodcutter?"