The room was clean, but the smell was getting stronger. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She didn't care what she looked like, she opened her mouth and vomited, covering her nose with her hands, and constantly breathing through her mouth.

Leng Suran frowned at her movements, glanced at the place where Tuoba Xianbei had stayed on the bed, and pressed her body.

Without any hesitation, she tore open her clothes, and black spots the size of fists appeared on her otherwise smooth skin.

Sure enough, it was what he thought, how could this kind of old ghost who had existed for many years die so easily, but he used his ghost qi to condense a stand-in, and his real body was hidden.

"Looks like you haven't won yet!" Leng Suran said, his big hand pressed on her back, pulling the black on her back like tearing off a plaster, and under his movements, the black was torn off like a piece of adhesive tape with excellent adhesive strength and thrown to the ground.

The black rolled twice, and Tuoba stood on the ground.

still has the appearance of absorbing An Xia's ghost qi, the difference is that the body is translucent because of the sacrifice of a large amount of ghost qi, and the green eyes are staring at her, and her body is stunned inch by inch.

"This is my business with the two-legged sheep, why should you be involved?" It was obvious that he used honorifics, and his body leaned slightly towards him politely.

"Killing is such a thing, but there must be a beginning and an end, right? Just as you pushed those 8,000 people into the river, you two have to have an end. He stood up and sat aside with his computer in his hands, scrolling through her newly written story.

It seemed to be a joke to add, "What a coincidence, she actually wrote a new article based on you." ”

She sat up and pounced on Tuoba Xianbei without hesitation, and the energy of her body was exhausted when she wrote three words in a row, so she could only wave the magic pen and smash it at Tuoba Xianbei one by one.

Tuoba Xianbei peeked at Leng Suran, defending herself with her movements, her body retreating one by one, and she hit the wall and was burned and hurt.

"Kill her, and I'll give you a chance to be reincarnated." Without raising his head, he pressed the mouse with a click, and typed the word Mo Xiaozao on the computer with his other hand.

When his words fell, Tuoba Xianbei's body darkened, and the rich black drifted around as he walked.

Holding her hand, he snatched her magic pen with his backhand, and after leaving her hand, the magic pen quickly petrified through his body and fell to the ground, smashing with a clang.

Tuoba Xianbei snorted coldly, dragged her body and threw it against the wall, bursts of yin wind blew in the room, and even the temperature dropped by several degrees, and her body naturally had a thick layer of goosebumps.

Mo Xiaozao snorted, looking at Leng Suran who was sitting there with half-squinted eyes, he couldn't lift the hand that Tuoba Xianbei had held back, so he could only hold the pen with his backhand, wave off the ghost qi in front of him, and let his body fall to the ground.

"It's over."

Tuoba Xianbei roared, his voice like a fingernail scratching on glass, piercing and uncomfortable.

Before she could finish her nerves, her body was knocked out by an inexplicable force and ran straight towards the window.

There were still five steps to go, and she was about to go down.

One step away.

The body walked out of the window, and the power behind her disappeared in an instant, and without any explanation, she guessed that it was the talisman that existed in the house, shackling the movements of Tuoba Xianbei in the room.

Fortunately, she was standing outside the window, the balcony was 60 centimeters long enough for her to stand, and the clothesline that she could reach with her hand was still hanging her clothes.

This windowsill was modified according to her habits, because she recently lived in a rental house, and in order to save space, there was an extremely small balcony outside, which was only reserved for drying clothes, and as for this room, it was specially left for her by Mo Xi'an, and such a small balcony was built outside according to her habits.

Mo Xiaozao held the clothesline and looked into the room.

Leng Suran was still looking at the computer, and she didn't even give her a look, which also illustrates the fact that if she didn't work hard to defeat Tuoba Xianbei, she would really die.

Holding his hand angrily, he hesitated for a moment, ran into the room, and wrote down a dead word.

Unlike the previous words, this time the dead character has a bright red color that cannot be concealed, and flutters when her pen falls.

The constantly moving Tuoba Xianbei dodged the word death and slammed into her body.

The yin wind came towards her with a stench that could not be repelled, and her body fell to the ground softly, her eyes looking at Tuoba Xianbei floating on her lower abdomen, and the dead word that was getting closer to her original.

"Die!"

Tuoba Xianbei said as black ghost energy surged into her lower abdomen.

The cold taste lingered in her lower abdomen, as uncomfortable as a knife that had destroyed all her internal organs, and she stared at the words of death falling on her lower abdomen.

Hot!

Mo Xiaozao closed her eyes, hugged her lower abdomen, and rolled on the ground with difficulty, the magic pen in her hand writhed unexpectedly, and kept leaving her hand.

"Leng Suran!" She called him uncomfortably, calling the name Anxia ten thousand times in her heart, but there was no response at all.

"What's the matter? Do you need me to guarantee that you won't die? Or do you think I'm going to save you? Don't forget that Smoke Moon Tide is the one who is with me, and the purpose of my coming here is also to get rid of you. ”

Leng Suran's voice was not loud, and his head buried in front of the computer raised and smiled at her kindly.

It's just that the words he said didn't have a trace of affection, and even completely blocked her way to beg him, but he knew in his heart that he only planned to wake up in this troubled water until Anxia woke up, and as for Mo Xiaozao's life and death, he never paid attention to it.

This was true before, and it will be so in the future.

"No, I don't." She slowed down for a long time before replying to him, "I can do it myself." ”

Mo Xiaozao dragged his body that had been forcibly driven by himself four times, and he could hear the sound of his body rattling at every step, and he was still walking towards his bed, hugging the computer in his hand without mind.

The almost transparent little face raised a big smile, and the hand holding the computer seemed to be filled with lead.

Even with her eyelids, they kept trying to close her firm eyes and tell her that this body could no longer bear it.

She didn't have time to accept the news that she couldn't bear it, and her body went weak and lay there.

The pattern on the chest exudes a faint golden color, which is fast and unnoticeable.

"It's really self-sufficient, do you really think that anyone can drive the magic pen at will? If it weren't for the difference between this pen and you, the second urge would be your death. ”

Glancing at Mo Xiaozao lying there, Leng Suran felt that the broken body was being repaired, and walked out with his legs raised.

(To be continued.) )