The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei struggled hard, punched and kicked, and used all her strength, but she couldn't break the bottle, and she couldn't let the charm on the mouth of the bottle fall off.

Why do you treat a passing ghost like this? Ghosts are harmless, how can they be put in a bottle like a prisoner by the stranger as soon as they meet?

The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei has always been free and easy, but she has never been detained like this, which makes her resentful, and she gritted her teeth so that her whole face is extremely hideous, but it doesn't help, and if you can't get out, you can't get out.

"Hey, you weirdo, why did you do this to me?

The inflated ghost Kang Xiumei found that violent confrontation was useless, so she used her incorruptible tongue.

"I will not be convinced to detain me like this, just as you will not tolerate torture and detention without reason. ”

"Do you treat me like this just because you are human and I am a ghost, and we have different ways of being ghosts? I protest, protest, resolutely protest ......"

Protests were ineffective.

Kang Xiumei's voice can't penetrate the glass, can't penetrate the spell of the bottle, can't spread into the air, and can't be laughed at by any pair of ears.

What's more, the strange man who was like a crane in the idle clouds and wild clouds had already taken the ignorant and seemingly affectionate woman away, getting farther and farther away.

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei was unwilling to admit defeat, so she turned into a puff of smoke, concentrated all her ghost power, and rushed to the mouth of the bottle covered by the spell in disregard.

It was just a piece of paper, just a piece of yellow paper with strange characters drawn on it, and relatively speaking, the weakest part of this "prison".

However, this idea was obviously very wrong, the smoke had not yet rushed to the mouth of the bottle, and the spell at the mouth of the bottle emitted a lightning-like lightning, splitting the smoke back to the bottom of the bottle, leaving Kang Xiumei so exhausted that she couldn't even climb up.

Oh, that's not the most vulnerable place, on the contrary, that's the worst place.

Split once by the bright light emitted by the spell, Kang Xiumei felt as if she had made love with a strong ghost five times, and her whole body was soft and sore, as if she was about to break, and the original ghost power seemed to have been wasted by one out of ten.

Kang Xiumei became cautious and no longer dared to make costly jokes.

In a prison, there is always a weak part, Kang Xiumei thought about it, and felt that the bottom and neck of the bottle were the thickest parts, and the waist of the bottle was relatively thinner.

Scattering forces and using all the strength evenly on everything will surely lead to nothing, and if you want to make a breakthrough in some areas, you must be the only one.

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei is not a fat woman with developed limbs and a simple mind, she quickly figured out this truth, and quickly saw her situation clearly, so she breathed wholeheartedly.

After half an hour, after feeling that her body and mind were in the best condition, she concentrated all her strength and crashed into the waist of the bottle at the speed of chasing wind and electricity.

Kang Xiumei's shoulder is the most impactful and hard-hitting part, but when it hits the waist of the bottle, as if hitting a solid eraser, the power is removed at once, and the whole body rebounds back, hitting the hard wall on the opposite side, and then sliding weakly to the bottom of the bottle.

This impact, if not an egg against a stone, can be regarded as a dragonfly hitting a pillar.

Kang Xiumei was panting, feeling that the ghost power had been consumed by fifty percent of the ten.

She turned into a little female ghost the size of an ant, looking at the mouth of the bottle, just like a little girl looking at the high sky of the silent night, wanting to climb, but there was nothing she could do, so she could only be in a daze.

When no matter how hard you try, you can't change the status quo, many people will give up your efforts, and many ghosts will also give up your efforts.

Kang Xiumei gave up the struggle and sat quietly slumped, thinking that she had become an ordinary ghost.

Wandering around, sleeping in the open air, and getting no benefits, isn't staying in a prison alone like this also living a minimalist life?

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei calmed down.

However, if you want to calm down the ghost Kang Xiumei sincerely, it is just whimsical.

Ten minutes later, the swelling ghost Kang Xiumei began to hit the mouth of the bottle again, and the waist of the bottle was rammed......

Every time it ended in failure, it was miserable, and every failure became a new beginning.

Every time it consumes ghost power, every time you take a break, the ghost power will recover.

"Hmph, the old lady is not a beautiful girl, but she is not a quiet virgin...... Unless it's gone, unless this bottle is broken into fucking eighteen pieces, let the old lady out, the old lady is not finished with you......"

When the inflated ghost Kang Xiumei felt that the ghost power was about to be exhausted, she always repeated this sentence, and after a while, she always stood up.

However, she was strong, worked hard, and struggled, and she could only move herself.

When she really didn't have the ghost power to stand up, Kang Xiumei quietly listened to the mountain breeze from the deep valley, listened to the roar of the pine waves from the distant mountains, and quietly thought about the poor ghost Mao Changsheng:

"You bad guy, I don't like you at all, I don't like you at all, I don't like you at all, but where you have been, at least I should tell me! I will definitely go out, the first thing is to peel off a layer of your skin, and then pull off one of your ghost ears......

The sound in the bottle can't be heard, but the sounds outside the bottle are all transmitted into the bottle.

What a hell bottle!

The steamer ghost Cao Jinzhu is really not in this operation.

The poor ghost Mao Changsheng is really not in this nitrate hole.

Li Ling Zhi Zhi

The swelling ghost Kang Xiumei patted her face, and suddenly found that her nose was particularly sensitive.

There was a fat mouse grinding its teeth in the distance of Sanzhang, and Kang Xiumei also smelled it at once.

However, what's the use of quitting gambling after gambling all the money?

Losing a baby medicine ghost, and losing the freedom to go to heaven and earth, this gamble is too inexplicable.

"You'd better not come to save me, don't come to disturb my enjoyment, don't come to break this bottle, don't come to remove the charm on the mouth of the bottle, otherwise, I will let you pour mold ...... for eight lifetimes."

Kang Xiumei muttered to herself, and soon snored like a pig.

Stinky bottles, stinky prisons, beware of tigress waking up!