The hanged ghost was furious, his long hair suddenly floated up, the green light around his body rose, and his long tongue stretched even longer, straight towards Qin Feiyu!

Qin Feiyu jumped and dodged his blow. The hanged ghost was even more angry, and as soon as he turned around suddenly, Qin Feiyu fell behind him. He made a gesture to attack again, but unexpectedly, he turned around and turned to Zheng Qingyi's side. He hugged Zheng Qingyi's body, and his long tongue swept back and forth on Zheng Qingyi's face like a snake spitting out a letter.

Qin Feiyu was taken aback: "Let him go!" ”

The hanged ghost glanced at Zheng Qingyi charmingly, "Such a handsome son, how can I be willing to let go?" ”

Although his voice is neither male nor female, his charming and moving look is like a very seductive and sexy woman.

Qin Feiyu watched his movements, as if trying to find a flaw in him. Zheng Qingyi looked at Qin Feiyu's expression and instantly understood.

He wasn't annoyed by the hanged ghost's actions, but he looked at the hanged ghost lightly and said slowly, "Actually, you don't want to hurt innocent people!" ”

The hanged ghost paused, and instantly smiled slightly, "Anyway, so many people have died, and there are not many more of you!" ”

Zheng Qingyi lowered his eyes slightly: "You're looking for a man surnamed Fan, right?" Who is he, tell me about it, this official can help you. ”

The hanged ghost's expression tightened, and it was obvious that Zheng Qingyi's words poked his heart. Just when he was distracted, Qin Feiyu dodged and moved to the hanged ghost's side, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, and pulled Zheng Qingyi back. The hanged ghost came back to his senses and raised his head suddenly, before his hand was raised, Qin Feiyu sprinkled a handful of cinnabar, and the hanged ghost reacted quickly. With a flick of his sleeve, the cinnabar was sprinkled all over his sleeve, and in an instant his sleeve was eroded into powder, revealing his slender arm in vain.

Zheng Qingyi looked at Qin Feiyu in surprise, full of admiration.

Qin Feiyu pulled him behind him, walked forward by himself, and blocked in front of him. Zheng Qingyi looked at this situation and was a little embarrassed. He was a seven-foot man who was protected by a little girl who was less than four feet tall, and if this was going to be spread, how could his reputation as Lord Zhaoyin exist?

The hanged ghost didn't expect such a little girl to be so powerful, he condensed the ghost qi, and the long tongue seemed to riveted enough strength, and swept towards Qin Feiyu again.

The Hanged Ghost Body Technique was extremely fast, and the long tongue was also controlled with ease, and it was easy to resist Qin Feiyu's palm technique.

Look at the posture of this hanged ghost, there are at least thousands of years of Taoism! Qin Feiyu suddenly spread out her palm, the bracelet on her wrist flashed, and Ruyi appeared in her wrist. Seeing that the long tongue was about to touch her, she raised her wishful shield. The wishful light suddenly burst out, only to hear a snort, the long tongue seemed to be burned by the fire A burst of scorched smoke rolled up, and it was scorched black. The hanged ghost screamed, and rolled on the ground with a trembling tongue.

Qin Feiyu approached him, raised his wishful gesture and continued to fight. The hanged ghost seemed to be very jealous of the aura released by Ruyi, and his face was frightened.

"Why! Scratch your life! (Ancestor, spare your life)

Qin Feiyu: "...... You've straightened my tongue! ”

The hanged ghost looked aggrieved: "Then you can take me, the astringent goose head is too rope!" (Can't blame me for this, my tongue hurts so much.) ）

Zheng Qingyi: "......"

Looking at his terrifying expression, coupled with his tongue-wide speech, the feeling is like watching a funny thriller.

Qin Fei's words were domineering, she pointed to his façade with Ruyi, a posture of a prisoner: "Say!" Why do you want to seduce passers-by and harm people's lives here? ”