Guo Huarong lied, her technique was not skilled at all, but ...... It's kind of comfortable.

Just a little.

Pan Yang closed his eyes and comfortably enjoyed Guo Huarong's massage, he could clearly feel Guo Huarong's very soft little hands pressing jerkily on his shoulders, and he didn't know if it was because she was a ghost, the little hands were cold, but in fact, the feeling of cold silk was also wonderful.

Ghosts don't have a physical body, but it's a kind of spiritual pleasure, which has about the same meaning as the ASMR popular in the yang world.

Unconsciously, Guo Huarong's very soft little hands swam to Pan Yang's head, helping Pan Yang do a head massage, the thin nails gently scraped the scalp, as if the electricity was numb, if it weren't for Mr. Pan had also seen the world, at this time I couldn't help but hum.

"Senior brother...... Pan Yang felt her soft lips touching her ear chakra, and a trace of cool air blew into her ears, itching and making people commotion. Guo Huarong's voice was very soft and seductive: "Senior sister help you press your head, don't be nervous, relax, enjoy ......"

Pan Yang: "Oh......"

No wonder my dad often goes to a one-legged Chinese medicine massage shop, Pan Yang suddenly regretted giving the card to his father.

If you have money, what if your dad wants to upgrade his service......

Mom, I'm sorry for you......

The soft fingertips gently pressed against Pan Yang's temples on both sides, and Pan Yang said no wonder he wanted to say hello.

The temples are a vital point to both people and ghosts.

In the next second, suddenly, Pan Yang's body lit up with sword light, the sword light was like the moon, the moon was shining with clear light, and it instantly shone in the sky!

"Ahh

At the same time, Guo Huarong let out a heart-rending scream, and it bounced off Pan Yang's body at once!

Pan Yang opened his eyes and couldn't help but gasp, only to see that Guo Huarong was scarred after being injured by the sword light, and he didn't know how many big mouths were emitting black smoke on his body, of course, this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is that the skin was peeled off by the sword light, revealing green skin like a frog!

Underneath the skin, how can there still be skin?

Moreover, because his face was also hit by the sword light, half of Guo Huarong's face was cut off, revealing a hideous face!

The hideous face hidden under the beauty of a flower is simply a ghost, with a green face and fangs, and eyes like copper bells......

I'm Nima! Pan Yang almost threw up, how comfortable Guo Huarong was massaging him just now, and how disgusting it is now......

The ghost was frightened and angry, ripped off the human skin on his body, spread it out, and his hands trembled with anger:

"My ......"

"Li Shizhen's skin ......" Pan Yang said casually, but suddenly remembered: "Are you a skin ghost?" ”

The legend of "Painted Skin" can be said to be famous, even more famous than "Wutong God" and "Lamp Grass Monk......

He appeared on the battlefield of Qingcheng and the ghost country of Montenegro, could it be that the painted skin ghost is the general of the old demon of Montenegro?

Pan Yang suddenly realized: "So you painted the skin like Guo Huarong, pretended to be Guo Huarong and went back with us, and begged Elder Yang to let me send you, just to murder me now, right?" ”

The reason makes sense, but this painted skin ghost is too strong, and neither he nor Yang Dianfeng can see the clues......

Moreover, Guo Huarong painted by the skin ghost has no PS traces, and her acting skills are also good, and there is no sense of disobedience in male and female makeup!

The Oscar winner is not at this level!

It's too strong!

"You Pan Yang is born a ghost and is sharp, you should have today!" The Painted Skin Ghost glared at Pan Yang viciously: "Do you think a sword light talisman can protect you?" Oh, surnamed Pan, you return my skin! ”

After that, the painted skin ghost pounced on Pan Yang with a "whew", and a pair of ghost claws pinched Pan Yang's neck!

However, the moment his ghost claws touched Pan Yang, Pan Yang's body lit up with bright moonlight again!

Pan Yang threw the bangs back in front of his forehead: "One can't be saved, I don't know if a hundred can be saved?" ”

A hundred?

The Paintboy doesn't believe it: Lie to you! How can you carry more than a hundred talismans on your body as a sword cultivator?

"Boom, boom—"

The sword light is like fireworks lighting up wave after wave, and the wave is brighter than the wave!

"Do you really have a hundred?"

The painted skin ghost suddenly became messy in the wind: Aren't you a sword cultivator? Why do you have more than a hundred talismans on your sword cultivator?

You, you're actually a second-class dealer!

Pan Yang: "I'm sorry, I really have!" ”

"Boom, boom—"

Finally, after a dozen sword light talismans, the Painted Skin Ghost was shredded into a large cloud of black smoke by the bright moonlight......

Pan Yang took a deep breath and spewed out the Nine Yin White Bone Fire, which swallowed the black smoke in an instant!

Enough is enough, right?

Pan Yang had already sensed it, so he hurriedly looked around, casually found a small cave and sat in it to cultivate.

It doesn't matter if there is a Dharma protector or not, Pan Yang still has at least more than eighty sword light talismans on his body, whoever comes will die!

……

"Finally back in Qingcheng!" Yang Dianfeng and Guan Jieyan returned to Qingcheng Mountain with the Qingcheng disciples who could be called experienced in a hundred battles, and the months-long war reduced the team to less than two hundred ghosts, but even the outer disciples have refined a killing aura, and they have adapted to surviving in the netherworld!

The inner disciples are even more tempered into steel, and they are the backbone of Qingcheng in the future!

On the contrary, the true disciples have the worst tempering effect, or in other words, the stronger the strength, the worse the tempering effect......

It can be regarded as brushing experience, but even so, two were lost, Yang Dianfeng and Guan Jieyan were very disappointed by this:

This class of true disciples can't do it......

Guan Jieyan asked Yang Dianfeng: "Have you notified Pan Yang?" ”

"Right now!" Yang Dianfeng took out the spirit card and pinched it in the palm of his hand to send a voice to Pan Yang: "The situation has changed, return to Qingcheng quickly!" ”

"Alright." Yang Dianfeng put away the spirit card and smiled at Guan Jieyan: "He will come back after sending the Emei disciples." ”

"Emei disciple?" Guan Jieyan was stunned: "Where did the Emei disciple come from?" ”

"A scattered Emei disciple doesn't know how to get to our Qingcheng War Zone. I asked, she is a disciple of Mingzhu Zhenren named Guo Huarong. Yang Dianfeng showed a smile on his face that all men understand: "She is interested in Pan Yang, I am a gentleman and a ghost, and I use this as an excuse to take Pan Yang's ......"

"What did you say?" Guan Jieyan was stunned, grabbed Yang Dianfeng's neck and asked, "Guo Huarong?" ”

"Hey! What are you doing! Public! Pull and pull! Let me go! Yang Dianfeng's red-faced face and red ears passed on to Guan Jieyan, Guan Jieyan is the seventh male, he is the eighth elder, Guan Jieyan is just one level older than him, Yang Dianfeng hurriedly used his body to cover up his and Guan Jieyan's "small actions":

"Elder Guan, please respect yourself!"