Little doll, riding a tall horse.

Qi Zihuan really had a sense of immediacy with a cute baby at this time.

"Ghosts cover their eyes, they can confuse people's minds, give rise to desires, and dare to step down even if the cliff is in front of them." Qi Zihuan was not in a hurry to expel the ghost boy, but stared at Lin Xue'er and said slowly, "The old knife used this ability to make people lose all their family property in a short period of time, right?" No wonder we always feel that there are some key points in the matter that we can't understand, it turns out that there are two little ghosts, one real and one false, who are haunting. ”

Lin Xue'er was no longer shy, and said calmly: "He originally raised those guests as piglets, and raised little ghosts just to scrape meat and remove bones and eat cleaner." ”

"But the old knife is obviously dead, why would this little boy obey your orders?"

"Just that waste, who has been messing around in Macau all his life and is still rolling at the bottom, who do you think taught him how to raise ghosts?" Lin Xue'er obviously didn't look down on the old knife, and her tone was full of disdain.

"That's why you feed ghosts with blood, because there are secret methods that can gain more direct control?"

"You guessed it right, poor old knife really thought that I was cooperating with him, and was willing to use my flesh and blood soul to help him raise two little ghosts in exchange for that little share." Lin Xue'er explained her confusion one by one, and then asked rhetorically, "There is one thing I don't understand, why did you suddenly wake up when you reacted just now?" ”

Qi Zihuan summoned the peachwood sword, calmly drew the talisman, and explained casually: "Actually, you were already suspicious when you were not surprised by the bloody scene, but were entangled in clothes, but it wasn't until I did enter the magic barrier and reacted that I was really sure that you were related to the little ghost." ”

"Gambling on lust should be a desire that every man has in his heart, no matter how deep it is buried. Why are you so wary of your desires alone? ”

"Vigilant? No, no, no, I'm a normal man, and it's normal to have desires. Qi Zihuan looked at the black light emitted by the small characters on the sword body, and still chatted with Lin Xue'er without hurry, "Your mistake is that you don't know me." ”

"What do you mean?"

"I admire the big ones, but what I really like is the micro ...... You know. ”

Lin Xue'er stared at her for a long time before she understood what the other party meant, and suddenly looked down at her majesty, speechless.

Qi Zihuan held his sword in both hands and asked again: "I'm not in a hurry because once it can be broken, the ghost will not have actual lethality." But you're not in a hurry, you've been gossiping with me here for a long time, what are you waiting for? ”

Lin Xue'er raised her head at this time, and said with a sly smile: "You will see it soon." ”

Qi Zihuan looked at the smugness in the woman's eyes, and suddenly had an uneasy premonition, and secretly scolded himself for being too big, and why did he have to waste time figuring out what was going on.

At the same time, the movement of his hand did not stop, and the wooden sword was raised back, sweeping against his scalp.

Only then did I find out that the little ghost on the back of the neck had escaped at some point.

Before he could regret it, he heard a loud "bang", and the whole small building shook with it, and some porcelain on the wooden frame fell unsteadily and fell to the ground.

Boom!

With another sound, the wall on the left side of Qi Zihuan was swishing with wall ash, and several cracks appeared out of thin air.

Boom!

A fist slammed into the wall.

Qi Zihuan was stunned as the fist stained with gray powder slowly retracted, leaving only a bowl-sized hole in the wall.

What the hell is this? One Punch Man?

He hurriedly summoned the Zhaori Tower, chanting incantations in his mouth, and the golden light came to him again.

In this short period of time, several more punches were punched through the wall, and the hole gradually expanded. Looking from the hole, it seemed that there was an old knife covered in blood on the opposite side.

The man who seemed to be an old knife first took two steps back, charged for a few seconds, and then rushed forward, and then crashed through the hole.

This way of appearing was so windy that Qi Zihuan didn't care about anything else, and shot out a golden purple thunderbolt before he dared to look at the person seriously.

It was indeed an old knife, but I saw that his black eyes turned red, his facial features were twisted and hideous, his face was full of madness, and there was no trace of reason. What's even more strange is that the wound on his neck that was torn open was stubbornly connected to the head of the big-headed imp, and the muscles at the junction were twisted and intertwined, as if they had grown and fused together.

It looks like a two-headed monster that was born deformed.

The golden purple thunder and lightning came in an instant, and the monster let the thunder and lightning enter the body, and there was nothing unusual. Four red eyes stared at Qi Zihuan, and the two heads let out a roar in unison, and pounced on him with their arms outstretched.

Qi Zihuan hit to no avail, and he didn't panic, he unleashed a small Teng Technique, and while he was able to avoid the attack, he turned around and handed the sword, and stabbed the monster on the waist with a peachwood sword.

With a twist of the wrist, the wound was stirred up even more before it was pulled out.

The monster was a little pained, roared twice, and turned around and slapped it vigorously with the palm of his right hand with severed fingers. There was no blood flowing from the wound on the waist, and the dead gray flesh that had been turned out squirmed for a while, as if it would not be long before it could grow again.

There is no solution. Qi Zihuan kept dodging and moving, and several times he avoided the danger, and he could only slash back with a sword very occasionally, but the impact of the cut wound on the monster's action was often very limited, and it was still healing.

"Aren't you always asking me what I'm waiting for? Here's the answer! Lin Xue'er watched the play in the corner of the room and said loudly in a comfortable mood.

"Why did you help the old knife when I did? It's not for those two imps, I can get that level of imps at any time, what I want is actually an old knife. ”

"A person born in a cloudy day like Lao Dao is an excellent material for the art of raising ghosts. I first use the art of raising ghosts to lure him into the bait, and then force the two little ghosts to eat the master, the male ghost takes his body, and the female ghost swallows his soul, and finally he can become a monster like you in front of you. ”

"Although it looks a little ugly, but the power is infinite, and the knife and gun are not injured, this is the ghost I should raise!"

Lin Xue'er has been observing Qi Zihuan since he appeared, and confirmed that he only has a few moves back and forth, and there is no possibility of turning the tables under the tireless attack of the monster, so he began to be unscrupulous and let himself go.

Babbling neurosis! Qi Zihuan scolded in his heart, but he was already extremely difficult to dodge the monster's attack, and he had no time to fight back.

Bang!

After all, Qi Zihuan's physical strength declined, and when his feet were sluggish, he was swept by the monster's severed palm.

The monster's strength was too great, and the defensive blessing brought by the Golden Light Divine Spell could not completely offset this force, he only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the whole person flew out a few meters away, and fell on the wooden frame where the Qing Dynasty armor was displayed, breaking the wooden frame into several pieces.

Afterglow swept to the antique armor on the side, his eyes lit up, and he immediately drew the talisman quickly and skillfully, and his fingers clicked three times on the armor, helmet, and combat boots.

Then he slowly got up and took on an incomparably middle two pose.

Shouted: "Golden Holy Clothes, possessed!" ”