Chapter 397: Broken Soul

The work is not good, and a piece of soul is leaked, and the people who are not at peace in the eastern city are harmed...... No, it's a ghost, it's really a sin that deserves death.

Bai Chenxiao not only did not feel scared because he was facing inhuman, but also exposed the deepest side.

The remnant soul in his hand struggled constantly, and Bai Chenxiao's palm clenched hard.

Mo Junye blew at it, and spit out the words that sounded warm but fierce: "Move again...... I pinched to death. ”

Ghost Jian's body trembled, and he immediately lowered his head, clenched his fists, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

For the first time, I felt that being a ghost king was so filthy, and even a human bullied him.

Seeing that he was silent, Mo Junxie's eyes narrowed, and there was a hint of a smile in his deep eyes, but it was gloomy: "Do you know what Lu Dao looks like?" ”

"Zhilu Dao." Ghost Sword Chou lowered his head even lower: "His subordinates are also trying their best to find him, and I believe that he will be found in only three days." ”

"Three days??" Mo Junxie walked towards him step by step with people in his arms: "Do you want to make Dongcheng a scum city?" ”

The so-called scum is that people's hearts are hollowed out and turned into cold corpses.

"Besides...... I've been letting him out for so long! Mo Junxie stopped, found a clean black stone, and sat down.

Ye Zhifang rolled over, hooked his neck with both hands, and blew at his neck.

The scorching breath made his body trembleThe hemp current flowed from head to toe.

Bow your head and warn: "Be honest with me." ”

She yawned heavily, rubbed her eyes, and glanced around.

It was pitch black, and the fog was so thick that I couldn't see the road in the distance.

But there was a strange light on their bodies, which did not make her seem to be dark.

She raised her hand, held her forehead and said, "Actually, he hasn't come out to play for a few days, most of the time he hides in the stinky black bear hole, if ...... You can drag his soul out of the thousand-year-old demon's body and play with it for a few more days, I think...... It would be better. ”

Good...... What a sinister woman.

The corners of Ghost Jianchou's mouth twitched a few times, and a cold sweat broke out in his heart.

Even the ghosts calculated, and he obeyed.

"Well, good idea." Mo Junxie nodded, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more perfect with the woman's words.

"Ghost Sword ......Sorrow" Ye Zhimad turned his head, his eyes fell coldly on Ghost Sword Sorrow: "Don't be so afraid of us, raise your head and talk to us normally, remember...... When we first met, you weren't like that. ”

Ghost Jian chou grinded his teeth, Auntie, do you think I am willing to be so cowardly, I have the ability to try the immortal envoy next to you.

He raised his head and laughed twice at Ye Zhifang: "Girl, I have to thank you for saving me last time." ”

"Oh." She answered, then lowered her head, as if she was quietly pondering something, the expression on her face was stiff, and she couldn't guess what idea she had in mind, and then raised her head and said, "Don't divert the topic, what about Baili Qinghong's body?" ”

Although the ghost king's collar collapsed, Baili Qinghong's body was well preserved by Mo Junxie.

But, despite this, Baili Qinghong's soul did not end well.

I don't know how many pieces were divided by the ghost soldiers, no, later the ghost Jianchou collected the remnants of the hundred miles of Qinghong and counted them...... Counted again...... When I counted to the back, I realized that there was one piece missing.

Only then did he hurriedly call someone out to find ......