Baili Qinghong said: "No wonder there are some days, I always feel that I am up and down in the dark, and I am about to die, but I am conscious, I can hear the sound outside, but I can't hear what the people outside say. ”

After the ghost king told him the truth, Baili Qinghong leaned towards the ghost king.

Now, it is even more obedient to the words of the ghost king.

As long as he wants, he will do everything he can to give it.

And Baili Qinghong's request is that the Ghost King must give him a healthy body, as well as a strong enough strength to resist the Soul Emperor.

Soul Emperor, that is the existence that thousands of people look up to.

It is also from ancient times to the present, and there are very few people who have been able to cultivate to the supreme class.

The lion of Baili Qinghong opened his mouth widely, but it did not cause the ghost king to be unhappy.

No, give him a white fan, the white fan shakes, and when the wind rises, thousands of troops are not as good as him.

There is also a magic mirror, and when the mirror image is born, the magic mirror will also keep what he wants in it.

These are also two treasures, which people can encounter but cannot seek.

Baili Qinghong shook the white fan in his hand, half-covered his handsome face, and said with a smile: "Pear, your actions really hurt my heart." ”

Nie Wuli's eyes flicked coldly, and she said with a cold face: "Don't talk too much nonsense, you bring people in by yourself, I still have something to do, go back first!" ”

After the words fell, Nie Wuli turned around and prepared to leave.

Baili Qinghong suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Nie Wuli's arm, leaned his lips close to her ear, and asked softly: "Don't you want to see how Ye Zhimad's soul is pulled out of her body little by little?" ”

"Don't you have a phantom mirror?" Nie Wuli said indifferently: "I don't have so much time to watch how that waste died. ”

Luo Guangquan has also become the bag of the ghost king, and it is not possible to have no owner in this eastern city for a day.

Now, the people want to be elected as the lord of the city.

Nie Wuli urgently needed to rush back, plan well, and let her father ascend to the position of city lord in the open.

And this fuse, let Ye Zhimad ignite it.

Ye Zhimad's eyes flicked indifferently, summoned the black bee in his pocket, and secretly ordered: "Follow Nie Wuli, grasp her movements, and if necessary, rush back to the Ye family to inform my father." ”

"Yes." The black bee's voice rang out.

Then, along the edge of Ye Zhi's crazy clothes, he slowly flew to the ground, and then shuttled through the grass, and secretly flew into Nie Wuli's sleeve, with a small black body attached to the sleeve, and the outside world could be clearly seen.

Baili Qinghong chatted with Nie Wuli for a few words.

In the end, Baili Qinghong promised her to bring back the death process of Ye Zhimad to show her.

Nie Wuli left with a smile.

When leaving, she raised her eyebrows and said to Ye Zhimad: "Enjoy it, happy death." ”

Ye Zhi pursed his lips and chuckled, but did not reply to Nie Wuli's words.

Baili Qinghong turned around, slowly walked towards her, bent over, picked up the rope that she threw away, and said, "Come on, grieve for a while." ”

After speaking, he went around to Ye Zhimad's side and tied Ye Zhimad's hands again.

"Hundred miles of light Hong." She called him softly suddenly.

Baili Qinghong raised his head, and the woman in front of him looked at him sideways......