Yuan Qingli's face was already pale, who would dare to eat this thing? She tugged at Mu Yingshan's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Run, go back to the room first." ”

Mu Yingshan looked back at her. The eyes are clear, and there is no fireworks in the world.

Yuan Qingli has no intention of looking back at the stunning color at this moment, and just wants to slip away.

Mu Yingshan looked at her fixedly, and his eyes flashed with a little puzzlement.

It seems to be asking why you are running.

In his world, he was the strongest, and he could destroy the world with nothing more than a command sword.

How can you be afraid of a mere ghost?

Yuan Qingli: "?? ”

What, I can't understand this look.

Before she could make any moves, the voice of the black hat ghost came: "Do you really not eat it?" ”

This voice, completely devoid of the indifference of the talent, seemed to be displeased, and the words were cold, and unscrupulously drilled into her ears.

"Thank you for your kindness, I don't want to eat yet."

As soon as the words fell, the originally crowded corridor was emptied in an instant, and it seemed that some tiger and wolf words were heard.

Yuan Qingli suddenly felt bad.

"If you don't eat it, I'll be very distressed." The black-hatted ghost said, his head spinning 360 degrees, and the sound of the joints turning and colliding was more unpleasant than the sound of fingernails scratching across the blackboard.

Two mist spilled from the black-hatted ghost's eyes, like two lights shining from his eyes.

He tilted his head slightly and grinned, and that mouth was also made of fog.

Between the moments when he opened his mouth, liquid flowed out of his mouth, ticking and ticking, knocking on Yuan Qingli's heart.

In the corner not far away, a few curious heads are exposed, and it is not a big deal to see the excitement.

"Here, there's a rule. If you don't eat my food, you'll have to-"

"Be my food!"

The black-hatted ghost revealed his fierce face, and the black mist behind him turned into countless slender hands, like a greedy foraging snake rushing out, galloping straight towards Yuan Qingli and them.

The black mist opened its bloody jaw, swallowing half of the walls on either side of the hallway.

Silent in the abdomen.

Seeing that Mu Yingshan was still frozen in place, Yuan Qingli yelled, "Run!" ”

Mu Yingshan couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that his wrist was pulled. Under the pulling, I found that the girl's hand strength was actually not small, and there had been no bruises on her hands for many years.

The girl in front of her was running fast, her black hair was swaying, her face was pale, and now, she was no different from a ghost.

Yuan Qingli gasped and said: "I understand that there is a great difference between your original world and the current world, but you have to face up to your identity, you are only a level 1 sword immortal now, what if you don't run away and stay where you are eaten by that black hat ghost?" ”

Mu Yingshan was silent for two seconds, he suspected that the girl was Pua him.

He is a dignified sword immortal, how can he only be level 1.

Then he thought of something, Mu Yingshan felt that there was no need to explain, and it was good that the other party had such a misunderstanding.

Mu Yingshan groaned: "It's useless to run away, that ghost has caught up." ”

Yuan Qingli didn't even have time to slow down, and she didn't have the heart to take care of the "props" that had left her palm. Turning his head, there was no black hat ghost behind him: "Where is it?" Didn't see it, we ran ...... It doesn't seem to be ...... anytime soon."

The cold liquid landed on her brow and snaked all the way down.

"The ceiling, over our heads." The moment Mu Yingshan spoke, Yuan Qingli's heart was like a mirror, and his soul was scared away.

"Caught it."

The black-hatted ghost on the ceiling slowly lowered his head, and his neck lengthened, like a thick snake that had been straightened. I have to say that he is very controlling, his neck is not shaking, and he is very obedient.

Crow's blue hands pressed on Yuan Qingli's shoulders, muddy, as if someone had scribbled eyes staring at her.