Nameless, one of the four ghost kings.

It's exactly like the legend.

"None, name." From between his lips and teeth, Rong Sheng squeezed out this name that I don't know how many times I tossed in my heart.

On those painful nights, every time the name tossed and turned, she wanted to tear the man apart.

The young Taoist completely ignored her hatred and nodded at her, "That's right. ”

Rong Sheng laughed, her pupils turned bloody, and endless murderous aura emanated from her, and she shouted, "I'm going to kill you!" ”

"Okay, here you go." The man remained aloof.

"Stop!" The furious Rong Sheng was hugged by a girl with the same face as her.

The girl was out of breath and could barely speak. She slid down the mountain more than Rong Sheng, and it was much more difficult to come up.

"For now...... Wait, don't hinder your recovery...... Qiu, only asked him a few words. ”

Rong Sheng struggled hard, and at this moment, the girl didn't know where the strength came from, so she actually held her in her arms.

"You can ask, but it's up to me to answer or not." The gray-robed Taoist said.

"Do you want to kill us?"

"I don't want to."

"Then why are you trapping us?"

"It's only temporary, and when it's done here, I'll let you go."

Done? The girl's eyes sparkled.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm not obligated to answer you."

"Did Mu Sensen of the Mu family call you here?"

The man fell silent.

His gaze aside, his gray cold eyes fell on Rong Sheng, and he didn't speak again.

At this moment, Rong Sheng, who was held in the girl's arms, was already on the verge of madness, roared, pushed the girl away, turned into a tyrannical wind, and shouted to kill the Taoist priest!

The wind howled, the clouds overhead were surging rapidly, the muffled thunder came from the sky, and small electric lights flashed in the clouds.

How to fight.

Rong Sheng, the little girl of the Rong family, and one of the four ghost kings.

The girl who was pushed aside by Rong Sheng slowly sat up from the ground.

Her face was rubbed with stones, her lips were broken in a large chunk, and she was bleeding.

The girl's expression was calm, and she did not seem to feel any pain, and raised her hand to wipe the blood and sweat from her mouth little by little.

She stood up and looked coldly at the battlefield not far away.

The corners of his mouth hooked up into a mocking smile. Touching the wound, the lips bled again.

Like a rude mother-in-law in the country, she snorted and spit out the saliva mixed with blood, and her eyes became colder and colder.

She didn't want to do this, although her great-grandfather's original arrangement was just that. But she didn't want to hurt a little girl.

She watched nonchalantly, thinking nonchalantly.

A sixteen-year-old ignorant little girl, the age of a flower.

It's a pity, why is it just ignorant!

She lifted her sleeve and wiped the wound from the corner of her mouth again. The slight pain made her thinking clearer.

Xiaosheng, I'm sorry.

The girl rushed over, as fast as an arrow off the string, and rushed between the two who were fighting.

Nameless frowned and pinched the magic trick back in his hand.

The fighting with this little girl seemed to him more like a joke, and he didn't even pull out his sword.

But Rong Sheng is completely different, her eyes are red, and she has completely lost her mind.

A blade of blood was as fast as lightning, piercing the girl's chest, and the strength did not wane, shattering the stone behind her.