Chapter 227: I Can't Communicate with You!

Lucifer was very reluctant to let go of Michael, rolled back into bed, and wrapped himself tightly, only showing his eyes to stare nervously at Michael. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Michael walked over to his chair and sat down, swiping over the screen on the wall, and asked, "Why do you suddenly mention ghosts?"

"They're all around!" Lucifer excitedly pointed to the screen of the strongest group.

Michael looked up and asked, "Where?"

"We're not there, so we can't see. ā€

"Since we're not there, what are you afraid of. ā€

"You!" Lucifer angrily picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at Michael, "You stupid you, there is there, it means that there will be here, there are all on this planet!"

Lucifer was so excited that his face turned red.

Michael avoided his body backwards, and at the same time raised his hand to grab the pillow that had been smashed over, and hugged it in his arms, "Ghost~ If you have it, you will kill it." ā€

The way he said this with a smile was really beautiful and terrifying.

Lucifer looked at Michael with an indifferent look and said angrily, "I can't communicate with you!"

As he spoke, he turned over vigorously and rolled up the quilt and lay down sideways.

Michael shook his head and smiled, then turned his gaze to the screen of the strongest group, silently thinking to himself, "Hell, what, wouldn't it be more fun to make a toy?"

The strongest group here, Fang Tang was silent, but her expression showed that she was not satisfied with Han Youran's proposal.

"No, when we get back to the city, ask if there are any miracles that can be exceeded, and let them come and overdo it. Han Youran probably knew what Sugar Fang was doing this for, and she also felt a little guilty, but it wasn't as serious as Xiang Sugar Fang.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself in my heart, maybe it was because I was so cold-blooded that I was valued by God, so I was entrusted to her from heaven and shouted to her, go, Pikachu~

Fang Tang looked at Han Youran, and finally nodded helplessly and heavily, this matter is over.

The darkest hour passed quickly, and the mist of the soul began to slowly dissipate, and Sugarcube watched the soul of the male doll on the gravel gradually disappear until it disappeared, and swore in his heart, "I will definitely surpass you!"

There was a pause until it was completely light, though still gray.

Fang Tang opened his eyes and said, "Let's go, go back to the city!"

Several people got up quietly, and Sugida Gintoki, who was still lying on the ground, asked nervously, "Are there any ghosts?"

Yansui looked at him with disgust and said, "Yes, behind your back, the tongue is very long, and I was about to lick you!"

Before she could finish speaking, Sugida Gintoki, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up and turned around, shook his hand and hit behind him, and shouted hoarsely at the same time, "You get out of the way!"

Fu Xiuyan, who was sitting behind him, looked at the palm that suddenly split off his head, and instinctively raised his hand and grabbed Sugida Gintoki's hand, with a click, followed by Sugida Gintoki's cry of pain and his rickety body.

Fu Xiuyan looked at Sugida Ginshi, whose expression was distorted in pain, let go of his hand and said, "I'm sorry." ā€

Sugida Gintoki didn't say anything to him, after all, he did it himself, but he still felt aggrieved and said, "You, you're too ruthless." ā€

Fu Xiuyan didn't answer again, and Ruixi began to get busy again.

"Hmph, it turns out that our third child is so powerful, he can break bones with his bare hands!" Yan Sui said in a strange manner.