A woman stood in front of the already cold corpse in the room, and her eyes with red makeup could no longer shed tears at this time!

The six black-clothed people next to him stood there silently, their faces were all ugly, this person was actually dead, this is something that these six black-clothed people don't believe in 10,000, but the facts are in front of them, they can't believe it or not!

The woman crouched down and knelt in front of the corpse whose head had been blasted by a kick, and almost nervously kept using her hands on the ground to collect the fragments of her head that had been splattered everywhere by the kick.

The fragments of the brains were picked up by the delicate palms, and only the two eyeballs rolled the farthest.

The woman lay on the floor tiles, kept looking for them on her knees, and finally reached out from the gap under the cabinet, found them one by one, and carefully held them in the palm of her hand, at this time the woman was covered with dust.

The woman with bloodied hands walked to the corpse on her knees with pieces of shards, and kept piecing the pieces together on her eroded neck.

However, the head that was trampled on was not a Rubik's cube after all, just like a watermelon falling from the roof of a building, and the bloody fragments of the east and west could not be pieced together.

The woman waved her hand angrily around, and the six black-clothed people around hurriedly came over to help put it together.

A pair of hands covered with blood made a silhouette, and finally this head was pieced together to make a rough idea, although it looked weird, but after all, it could still be seen that it was a ghost horse.

The woman showed a happy look on her face, carefully put together the last piece of the piece, and then couldn't help but reach out and put the strands of hair that blocked the view behind her ears, making the green silk turn into red silk, just like green plums turning red plums.

The woman took a deep breath, closed her eyes slightly for a moment, and then reached out and pressed her hands on the broken head.

Several black-clothed people next to him held the pieces of the patchwork in both hands, and they wanted to speak again and again, and one of the older ones sighed in their hearts and swallowed all the words they wanted to say!

Immediately, the woman's originally plump and beautiful face instantly began to darken, and the whole person suddenly aged by more than ten years.

The original young girl has become a young woman at this time, and she is still the kind of yellow-faced woman who revolves around the kitchen stove all day long, and they all say that women are made of water, but when they see this woman, I'm afraid no one can say this, this woman is clearly made of yellow sand, where is there still a little moist appearance.

For a woman, especially the kind of handsome and beautiful woman, the face is what they care about the most, and some even risk their lives to cut their faces perfectly on the operating table, but this woman obviously can't care so much at this time.

As the woman's face grew old, the woman's hand touching the broken head gradually gushed out a series of delicate viscous liquids, as if it was these juices that took away the moisture from the woman's body.

The liquid was like an earthworm, moving back and forth over the broken head, and then burrowing into the cracks one by one, gluing the broken places together, and after a few moments, the cracks were slowly filled by the new flesh that had grown.

A full hour passed, and the broken head was repaired completely, and the woman let out a sigh of relief, not bothering to wipe the fine beads of sweat on her face, kneeling beside the ghost horse, waiting with an expectant face.

Suddenly, the eyes on the shattered and repaired head snapped open.

The woman was first startled, then overjoyed, hesitated for a moment, and finally did what she usually didn't dare to do, reaching out and grabbing the ghost horse's hand tightly.

The ghost horse didn't have too much rejection of the woman's intimate movements, but struggled a few times as if he wanted to sit up, however, no matter how hard the ghost horse's body worked, only the upper body could move, and under the chest, it was motionless, as if it was completely necrotic.

The woman was stunned, and the black-clothed men next to her hurriedly turned over the body of the ghost horse, and there was a shocking wound behind the ghost horse, breaking and smashing the entire vertebrae.

This is a desperate job, and it is unwilling to crush people's heads, and they will break their vertebrae, completely destroying the bridge between heaven and earth!

So that those who are already dead will die no more!

The woman was so distressed that she almost bit her red lips, and hurriedly stretched out her hands to caress the wound.

After a long time, the man finally sat up straight, and the woman shouted excitedly, "Ghost horse, are you awake?"

However, the man only had a pair of empty eyes, turned his head to look at the woman where the voice came, looked at the dry lips, and tilted his head slightly, obviously very unfamiliar with this woman.

The woman was stunned for a moment, stretched out her hand and shook it in front of the ghost horse, and asked nervously: "Ghost horse, ghost horse?" I'm Jin Feng, Nalan Jin Feng, the guy you hate the most, the guy who has to fight every time you see it, Ghost Horse?"

The woman was still facing a pair of empty eyes.

The woman suddenly understood something, or the woman had long known that the Dao would be the result, and tears welled up in her eyes.

The woman shook the sturdy body of the ghost horse vigorously, and roared hoarsely: "Ghost horse, ghost horse, I am Jin Feng, as long as you wake up, as long as you can remember me, I will no longer pester you, wake up quickly!"

The few black-clothed people around him were all gloomy, and the slightly older one whispered: "Miss, the ghost horse's divine soul has been shattered, and your divine power can repair his body, but without the divine soul, he is powerless to return to the sky!"

The woman was surprisingly sensible, let go of the hands that were tightly gripping the ghost horse, nodded dumbly, reached out and touched the empty body of the ghost horse, the woman left a look of intoxication on her face, as if she was smiling, but said with a crying voice: "It's okay now, it turns out that you are the most annoying to me, don't say touch your face, even if you accidentally touch your fingers, you are disgusted to shake off, now I can touch your cheeks, touch your hands, you won't be as tired of me as before! We can be together forever......!

The ghost horse's body tilted its head slightly, apparently completely incomprehensible to the woman's words.

The woman's eyes first had a demented expression, and then turned into monstrous hatred!

"Voldemort, get out of here!" the woman stomped her foot.

In the corner of the ground, a small dragon of a ruler length came out, this little dragon was fat and fat, with a round appearance, without the fierce appearance when facing Zheng Xian before!

When the little dragon saw the woman, he immediately wagged his tail and stuck out his tongue.

At this time, how could Voldemort have the slightest arrogant appearance of the dragon clan? It was clearly a pug who played a cheap and coquettish role!

"Say, who killed the ghost horse?"

Voldemort's face showed a hint of embarrassment, which was not to blame him, because he was still in his infancy like a toad, and he couldn't speak at all. Only the she-dragon in the yellow pocket has the ability to speak!

The slightly older man in the black suit spoke: "Miss, it's a god-hunting warrior named Zheng Xian!"

"God Hunter Warrior, can a God Hunter Warrior kill a ghost horse?" asked Nalan Jinfeng, turning his head to glare at the man in a black suit.

The man in the black suit shook his head after a pause, who is a ghost horse? A god hunter warrior wants to kill him, there is no way at all.

What's more, the ghost horse also carries a cub of the former dynasty relic, the Fudi Dragon, such a ghost horse can win even if it is an immortal cultivator of the fractal realm, how could he die so miserably?

A man in black next to him opened his mouth and added, "Miss, it seems that Young Master Yunzhong was also killed by this god-hunting warrior named Zheng Xian. ”

The woman didn't care about the death of her brother Yunzhong at all, and when she heard it, she didn't hear half of it, and a pair of wonderful eyes swept through the room, and all kinds of traces of the battle, each of which showed that there had been a fierce struggle here, and the strength of the two sides was not an exaggeration!

Nalan Jinfeng bit his lip and said fiercely: "I, Nalan Jinfeng, make a vow today, if I don't kill this god-hunting warrior, I won't die well!"

Immortal cultivators will never make wishes easily, mortals just say a few nonsense and no one pays attention, but if it is an immortal cultivator, it will never be successful, sometimes, decades of penance, there is no size of the merit, but I don't know that the root of the Dao may be at some point in the past, made a wish, but never fulfilled.

The reason is not clear, but making a light wish is definitely a taboo for cultivating immortals!

"Check it for me! I want everything about that god hunter! I'm going to capture this damn guy alive with my own hands! I want him to suffer so much that he can't live or die!"

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Zheng Xian killed the ghost horse, and originally wanted to destroy the Voldemort Dragon together, but unfortunately, the Voldemort Dragon and the Miaoyin Toad are one and the same, and Zheng Xian's current cultivation and thoughts can't hurt him at all.

Unless this Voldemort Dragon can give birth to a real human-like spirit body like a divine soldier and a god general, in that case, Zheng Xian will have all kinds of means to deal with the Undulating Earth Dragon, and he will not be at a loss.

Zheng Xian could only watch Voldemort swagger lurking under the floor tiles and disappear! Fortunately, Voldemort was like a toad, unable to speak, and should not be able to reveal his identity as an immortal cultivator.

Then Zheng Xian smashed the ghost horse's vertebrae with a punch, confirming that the ghost horse was too dead to die anymore, and then turned around and quietly left.

At this time, Zheng Xian was walking in a large shopping mall, he had already changed his clothes, came to the storage cabinet of the shopping mall, retrieved a picture from his mobile phone, swept it at the storage cabinet, and with a bang, a huge box was opened.

Zheng Xian put the tennis bag on his shoulder, and then slowly left!

Originally, the streamer sawtooth knife Zheng first wanted to continue to store here for a period of time, the storage cabinet in this shopping mall is different from the general supermarket storage cabinet, especially this oversized storage cabinet is generally not cleaned every day, and it is not free, but according to the time to charge the fee, after all, it is very close to the train station, and many tourists nearby will temporarily store their bags here, and then wander around.

The collision with the ghost horse made Zheng Xian realize that danger was approaching him, and intuitively Zheng Xian felt that killing a ghost horse was not over, on the contrary, I am afraid that it was the beginning of all trouble.

The only regret is that he didn't absorb the vitality of the ghost horse, and now that he thinks about it, Zheng Xian feels that it is too wasteful. However, with the volcanic dragon lurking underground, Zheng Xian could only watch the vitality of the ghost horse disappear in a short period of time.