"Fantasy magician?" Guo Qing nodded as if he had an understanding. www.biquge.info Gradually, his entire unusually pale face was covered with a thick smirk, "Even if I'm a ghost...... It won't be ......."

Sadly, he no longer had the opportunity to continue speaking in this world, because at this moment, he had completely lost his breath. In other words, he is a very full corpse at this moment.

"Huh...... So you still want to be a ghost?" Zhao Xiaomei sneered and laughed. She gently lifted her jade foot, and walked in front of the other party very easily, "It's a pity...... Ben Baby wouldn't give you a chance like that at all!"

She slowly squatted down, raised her snow-white jade hand, and then stretched out the blood-colored short sword that had always pierced the other party's heart. It is not difficult to see that she is preparing to pull it out directly. Or rather, she was intrigued by the blood-colored dagger.

However, everything is completely different from what I imagined. Even though the jade hand had already landed on the tip of the blood-colored short sword, she didn't make any extra movements. What is even more puzzling is that her beautiful eyes still flashed with strong expectations at this moment.

Buzz!

Suddenly, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls came one after another. What people never expected was that this sound source turned out to be her delicate body. Or rather, almost all of the sounds were coming from within her frenzy.

However, this is not the main thing.

And the real terrifying scene is actually her appearance at the moment, green jade face, green beautiful eyes, and of course, green jade hands, at this moment, her entire delicate body has turned green.

If you look closely, you will see that the green glow is actually an unusually soft wisp of green smoke. However, this wisp of smoke did not dissipate directly, nor did it decrease in the slightest, but always lingered around her.

"Hmph!" It's hard to imagine that Zhao Xiaomei, who was still gentle, has become very abnormal at this moment. With a sinister smile on her face, she said to herself, "Everything you have ever obtained will be mine!"

It's hard to describe the weirdness of the next scene, at this moment, the short sword that was still stained with blood turned completely green at this moment. The most important thing is that the green is composed of wisps of green tobacco.

If you look closely, then you will see that wisps of green smoke slowly emerge from Guo Qing's heart almost every moment, and then attach to this short sword. However, no wisp of tobacco seemed to be willing to stay on the short sword, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered on Zhao Xiaomei's body in a twisted entanglement.

"Well......" seemed to be very satisfied with the current scene, Zhao Xiaomei was intoxicated and nodded slowly. In addition to that, she was still saying some inexplicable words: "I really didn't kill the wrong person......"

Click!

Suddenly, there were muffled noises one after another. This time, it was not Zhao Xiaomei who made this strange sound, but Guo Qing, who had already turned into a cold corpse. However, what really attracts people is not the strange sounds that always linger around him, but his strange state at the moment.

It's hard to describe the horror of the next scene, every time a strange noise is heard, the corpse will dry up a bit, and by the end, he is no longer the same as before, completely dry bones.

It is not difficult to imagine that even the wisps of vitality that remain in this corpse are dissipating at this moment. However, this wisp of vitality did not dissipate in this icy and snowy land, but completely converged in Zhao Xiaomei's body.

Indeed, at this moment, the wisps of green smoke lingering on Zhao Xiaomei's delicate body are obviously much more than at the beginning. At this moment, she was no longer a goddess, but a demon.

However, she did not continue to pause in this place, but suddenly got up, raised her jade foot, and quickly flashed and disappeared without a trace. In addition to the richer fragrance of the clusters, only this unusually cold corpse remained.

Bang! Click!

However, before the place could be completely silent, the sound of shattering followed. If you look closely, you can see that the corpse is slowly sinking in the snow, and finally completely sunk.

Unconsciously, there was another member underground, and he was Guo Qing. Although he is not alone, he will be buried here by endless wind and snow. Perhaps, when he stepped into this world, the end was already predestined.

If the field of vision could sweep freely in this world, then you will see that almost every moment, similar deaths are happening. It's hard to imagine that any deceased person will die exactly like Guo Qing.

Every time there is an extra corpse underground, the place is terrified. Gradually, it became the same as the legendary hell. Even if any person can overcome all kinds of difficulties brought about by the harsh environment, they will still be defeated in the end. Or rather, this place does not belong to any of the weaker in the first place.

However, it is not without surprises.

If you move your vision to the endless sky, you will see that the colorful stars dotted with this sky and earth are still flowing. But if you look closely, you can see that one of the colored stars is always motionless, as if it has been completely still.

It's a very inconspicuous place, and unlike the rest of the place, it's still cold and windy, and the sky is full of snow and ice. Of course, there is not the slightest cloud here. After all, before it could fully form, it had already turned into an unusually brilliant ice crystal.

However, it is not the natural environment that attracts the most attention, but the beggar who sits quietly in this position at all times. The reason why he was considered a beggar was because both his appearance and his clothes were completely dirty.

Probably too hungry, he had already set up a cauldron, and almost every few seconds he would take a few sticks of dry wood from the old cloth pocket beside him, and throw them at the bottom of the pot very haphazardly. Gradually, the flame grew stronger.

As a result, the beggar's face gradually became clearer. Although his face is full of wrinkles at the moment, it is not difficult to see that he must have been unusually handsome when he was young.

However, what is very surprising is that as time flies, a special smell finally begins to permeate the place. However, this wisp of smell is not extremely tempting at all.

If you move your vision upwards, you will find that what is boiling in the pot is indeed not food, but a pool of silver molten iron. In this way, the beggar seemed even more strange.