Ma Xiaoqian was annoyed and ashamed, snatched the two paper airplanes from Xiao Taisui's hand, threw them on the ground and stepped on them with her feet, and said fiercely: "You know how to play every day, I tell you to play!"

Xiao Tai Sui saw that her beloved toy was trampled on by her mother, and she couldn't help but burst into tears, sitting on Ma Xiaoqian's shoulder and crying.

This is Bai Zi, who has always hated Xiao Tai Sui, and this is cool in my heart, I can't imagine that you, a little goblin, also have today.

As soon as the smile on Bai Qi's face rose, she was clearly seen by Mo Yu beside her, and she fully understood the villain's Bai Qi's mentality.

She raised her foot inadvertently, and stepped on Bai Qi's foot, Mom! Bai Qi was in pain, the smile she had just had disappeared, and a painful expression appeared on her face.

The white scream of pain caused a smile on Mo Yu's face, she approached Ma Xiaoqian, gently hugged the little Tai Sui the size of a radish on his shoulder into her arms and said, "Don't be angry with the child, okay, this is not your baby, it belongs to all of us." ”

Ma Xiaoqian couldn't take care of Xiao Tai Sui and Mo Yu at this time, because she saw her sister Ma Xiaoling shaking the soul-attracting bell, and she thought about finding her way: "Born ghosts and gods stir up the world, just for cause and effect." Gold is not expensive enough, I only wish to dream for three hundred years. In ancient times, the immortals were cultivated and enlightened, and only the good ones left their names. Lao Jun was an alchemy and turned into a green pine to welcome guests. The soul will go out on the old path, and the sorrows of the past will be eliminated with me. ”

When the two human corpses heard the bell, they seemed to feel something, calmed down, and slowly approached Ma Xiaoling's front without moving, nor attacking, as if they were addicted to her bells and incantations.

Seeing that the soul-attracting bell was effective, Ma Xiaoling smiled and nodded to a few people behind her, shook the soul-attracting bell lightly, and led the two corpses out of the room alone.

"Sister!"

Ma Xiaoqian couldn't hold back the fear and sadness in her heart anymore, she rushed to the door, but saw an even more terrifying scene.

Hundreds of corpses were attracted by Ma Xiaoling's spell and soul bell from afar, and slowly walked over, lined up and followed Ma Xiaoling towards the entrance of the village.

Mo Yu hugged Xiao Tai Sui and followed Ma Xiaoqian and the others out of the room, and was also shocked by Ma Xiaoling walking alone with hundreds of human corpses.

She also knew that Ma Xiaoling was in danger at this time, and if she made a slight mistake, it would be difficult to survive.

The little Tai Sui in Mo Yu's arms was tired of crying, and suddenly fell asleep, and Ma Xiaoqian caught a glimpse of snatching the little Tai Sui back and holding it in her arms.

But Moyu didn't rob Xiao Tai Sui with her, but said, "Wang Fan, no, Moyu, where is she?"

"yes, why don't you see Moyu?"

Ma Xiaoqian also remembered that the big beauty was not seen all night.

Mo Yu remembered something, turned his head to find Bai Qi, and asked him: "After dinner, I saw you and Mo Yu go out, where have you been?"

As soon as he mentioned this, Bai Qi's mind came up with the image of himself kissing a female ghost, and it is said that the female ghost Zhang Yuting is also a beautiful ghost. But when I thought of that eerie chill, Bai Qi felt chills all over.

And Mo Yu didn't understand what Bai Qi was thinking at all, she pushed Bai Qi again and asked, "What are you shaking when I ask you?"

Bai Qi trembled and said, "I'm cold, at night, Xiaoyu is looking for me to go out on a date." She's doing something to me, I'm not a random person. So, Xiaoyu got angry, and she went to play with a female ghost. ”

After listening to Bai Qi's words, Mo Yu didn't believe it, but he was willing to look for Wang Fan's figure everywhere.

When the villagers of Broken Soul Village saw Ma Xiaoling leading the corpse to the entrance of the village, they knew that she was doing this for everyone and put herself in danger.

The heart that was originally fascinated was raised a crack, and this light of humanity made people feel warm, although they could not get rid of it, but they followed the corpses to the entrance of the village from afar.

Ma Xiaoling walked at the front of the team, shaking the soul-attracting bell while chanting the wayfinding, and in a blink of an eye she had come to the entrance of the village.

The farther away from the village, the safer the villagers are, and the more dangerous she becomes.

Just as she stopped, a resounding voice sounded in her ears: "Get down! Get down!"

This voice sounded like Wang Fan, and she caught a glimpse of Wang Fan in the crowd but did not speak, she was hesitating, and the voice sounded again: "Get down! Get down!"

No matter, Wang Fan, I'll believe you once!

Ma Xiaoling pouted and lay on the ground. Ma Xiaoqian, who was in the crowd, exclaimed: "Sister!"

Ma Xiaoqian and the others didn't hear Wang Fan's shouts at all, only to see Ma Xiaoling suddenly lying on the ground.

Everyone exclaimed, thinking that she had an accident.

And the hundreds of corpses that followed behind Ma Xiaoling suddenly lost their bells and spells, and stood in place, looking around, not knowing what to do at all.

However, there are also human corpses, raising their noses, smelling the popularity of the surroundings, and howling.

The howl of the human corpse also woke up the other human corpses that had not yet awakened, and hundreds of human corpses howled angrily in unison, and everyone's hearts were shocked, which was miserable.

Suddenly, a yellow light pierced the night sky with a shrill whistling sound, popping through one corpse after another like a missile.

That missile was the life-killing soul-chasing arrow shot by Wang Fan on the top of the mountain in the distance.

The deadly soul-chasing arrow pierced through the front chest of the human corpse, and the yin and yang fire at the front of the tip ignited the human corpse, and in the blink of an eye, a sky-high fire rose in the group of human corpses.

And the human corpse is powerful, and it is full of fire, and it is also running around, igniting the surrounding human corpses.

And Wang Fan's fingers lightly twisted the handle of the bow, and one after another golden arrows were drawn, he drew the bow and arrows, and one after another life-killing soul-chasing arrows kept shooting.

The fire spread rapidly, hundreds of corpses were set on fire, and the howls of human corpses came and went, but this time, they could no longer call their accomplices.

As the last human corpse burned to ashes and fell to ashes, people's eyes fell to a pure beauty on the top of the mountain, only to see each other like a February flower, her body like a willow silk shaking, holding a broken magic bow, and stepping on the Tianmen Stone.

Mo Yu looked at his heart, he couldn't imagine that he would be so beautiful, just wait until he left the village, and if he wants to return to his body, Wang Fan can no longer touch his chest.

Ma Xiaoqian said in her heart: "I didn't expect Wang Fan, you actually have a leg with Moyu."

It's not like it's been a day or two, and she uses this life-killing soul-chasing arrow like fire. But why did you pretend to be stupid just now, and almost hurt my sister? ”

Bai Qi also said in his heart: "I didn't expect Moyu to have such a means, and sometimes I will learn from her in the future." If I had stood on that hill like this, and stepped on that rock, and had the bow, and shot the arrow. How handsome!"

Looking at the puddle of burnt human corpses all over the ground, the villagers of Broken Soul Village felt a little relieved, as if a stone pressing on their hearts had suddenly been removed, and they were still a little lost in their hearts.

A trace of rationality that was originally aroused by the human corpse slowly receded like the water of the rising tide.

All the villagers raised their eyes to look at Wang Fan who was holding a golden bow on the top of the mountain, their eyes were full of woodenness, and there was no trace of gratitude.

(End of chapter)