Doctor Mo saw that the strange blade seemed to be calling all the time, and he was a little annoyed, and he muttered a little, because the sound was too soft and fast, and Han Mulin couldn't hear it clearly, but it was expected that it could not be anything pleasant.

Dr. Mo stood up, walked around the room, and finally stomped his foot, or sighed in vain, but he stretched out an index finger and took out a ghost head drop, and took out a ghost head drop.

Unbelievable things were born, it was a dead thing dripping ghost head, and he actually closed his small mouth, dripped fangs with thick fangs in his mouth, and strained to hold the thick taste of sending to the door, and sucked slightly to get up.

Doctor Mo's flesh and body were trembling slightly, as if he was enduring a huge drop of pain, because the black mist blocked his face, Han Mulin couldn't see the opponent's expression at the same time, but it was estimated that his face would be very ugly.

There was such a tea drop time, and the ghost head was finally full, and it was content to let go of its big mouth, and the humming sound disappeared with it.

Next, Dr. Mo drew a tiger from the cat and fed all the ghosts once, before he was unwilling to cancel the five fingers.

After doing this, Dr. Mo repeated the previous pinching and hand-to-hand decision, and there were words in his mouth again, and he shouted "Seven Ghosts Devouring Souls**" again.

This time, the seven strange blades were not trembling, and there was no abnormal sound, but at this time, their eyes were opened, revealing scarlet eyes, and their small mouths were also cracked and heavier at this time, and their cheeks were raised, and they gulped and sucked something into the sky.

Dr. Mo's face was dripping with ghostly mist, as if he knew the catastrophe, and they got up in surging waves, stretched out their tentacles, and swayed more ferocious than one, but a drop in the bucket.

Seven carefully drip black lines, as usual, were rolled up from the top of the ghost fog, and drew several Peugeot drop arcs in the middle of the sky, and then fell into the mouth of the seven dripping ghosts who had been waiting for a long time, and were swallowed up by the ghost head one by one.

Han Mulin was a little stupid. Since Dr. Mo was sitting cross-legged on the side of the drop, thinking that he was working in the world, all the real drops fell into his eyes, and even every tooth on the ghost face was very clear.

The next time I touched another international drop Han Mulin, I was thoroughly shocked by this wonderful drop of energy, the strange drop of the blade, the strange drop of the ghost head, and the drop of demonic black fog on the face of the ink doctor under the floating eyes, all of which could not be interpreted by convention, all overturned his past understanding. You must know that before, Han Mulin had always only believed in the things of gods and ghosts, and for him, he would never see things with his own eyes, and he would not trust them.

Now, these scenes of dripping monsters that only appear in legends and legends are vividly displayed in the eyes of the other people, how can they not frighten Han Mulin.

In the middle of the temporary, Han Mulin's heart became a mess, facing this kind of inhuman strength, as a prisoner under the stairs, he really didn't know how to respond.

Day by day, Dr. Mo's face dripped ghost mist, from thick to thin, from thick to thin, and the drops were almost swallowed by the ghost head, leaving only the last plain dripping layer, faintly surrounded by drips on his face.

At this moment, Dr. Mo's face could be imagined, but as soon as Han Mulin saw his opponent revealing his true face again, he was frightened for a while and opened his mouth for a while, and he couldn't go together for a moment.

There are a lot of things that surprise Han Mulin today, but none of them are like the work he sees today, which makes him so discolored.