It's the ghost mother, and the ghost mother is trying to take away the right to use the body!

Liang Xu bent over in pain, his mouth let out a heavy panting sound, his long golden white hair enveloped his entire body, and a female voice full of resentment howled sharply: "Give it to me!" Give me my body! Give it back! ”

He and the ghost mother tore in a body and their souls were torn, and the whole person knelt on the ground in pain, and his long white dress was stained by the ashes.

After all, the ghost mother is a high-level heretic, and Liang Xu is just a mortal, and now the ghost children are running around, and they don't have time to think about loving their father or their mother. The ghost mother snatched the body effortlessly, but Liang Xu didn't give up. He cared about the safety of his daughter's life, and at a critical time, he burst out with tenacity and perseverance beyond human beings. He's been fighting with the ghost mother, trying to stop her.

The ghost mother was so painful that blood and tears flowed out of her eyes, knelt on the ground, and looked through the glass window at the child who was unscrupulously devoured by the fetus, her face was more angry than sad.

How dare you, how dare you, how dare such a leech bully her so much!

She clawed at her hair, her pale blonde curls falling out in droves.

Ye Sheng looked at this scene, and a deep uneasiness suddenly appeared in his heart.

Soon, this unease became a reality.

He sensed an eerie aura coming from the Seventh Moderator! The moment the story king appeared, Ye Sheng's face changed greatly, took out his mobile phone, and took a photo of the ghost mother.

The ghost mother's mental breakdown, an A+-class heresy, is actually not easy to be continued.

But now she is emotionally out of control and crazy, allowing the story king to take advantage of it.

【Category section:Story King】

[Ghost Name: Ghost Mother]

[Goblin Level: A+ Grade]

[Overview: To live and die.]

post scriptum：

Grant death. 】

post scriptum：

Grant death.

The ghost mother's face was covered with blood and tears, her golden curly hair hung down to the ground, her white dress was dirty, and she looked at the children who were abused and killed by the fetus outside, hiding her face and crying.

At this moment, she appeared in Cheng'en Women's Hospital forty years ago, the kind of maternal love that transcends life and death and transcends everything.

She muttered to herself, "You're all murderers, you're all murderers. ”

She whimpered in grief, "I won't let you abuse my child like this." ”

"I'm going to die with them."

"I want you to die with me!"

The last sentence exhausted all the strength of this "mother", and she roared out hoarsely.

What Ye Sheng was worried about at the beginning is still happening now.

At that time, he thought about what it would be like for a trillion ghost children to die violently in an instant.

The trillions of C-class heretical fires are burning, and that will destroy the existence of the entire Huaicheng.

Now, the scene has happened.

Grant death.

The story of the king said, give death.

Rumble!

The black sea water outside turned into oil at this moment. The spark that started to ignite from nowhere, in an instant, destroyed and decayed, and ignited the whole world. The scorching heat turned the heavens and the earth into hell, and they scorched the walls of the broadcast building. Melt glass, melt cement, and devour everything.

The ghost children died violently, and the power of the ghost mother also dissipated like a tide with the naked eye. But before she died, her hatred for Ye Sheng had long surpassed everything. The blonde goddess in the white dress looked up, her red eyes devoid of their original grace and peace, and she was completely like a mad mother with a dead child.

The ghost mother said, "I want you to pay for your life." ”

She hated it to the extreme, showed a smile, and said word by word.

"Ahhh

A black flame poured into the window and pounced on Ye Sheng under the guidance of the ghost mother. Ye Sheng has always been the last of the strong crossbows. Whether it is disembowelment with a knife or spitting out the fetus, they are all standing here with force. He lost too much blood and throbbed his lungs, and his body was already injured inside and out. However, at this point in the matter, Ye Sheng became calmer, and pulled the corners of his mouth unconsciously.

The power of the ghost mother passed too quickly, the walls of the sky shattered and collapsed, and the buildings collapsed. The more the fire burned, the less powerful she became. Almost instantly, the A+-level high-level heretics will become A-class, and they will soon become B-class!

Ye Sheng stood in the sea of fire, his eyelashes trembled, his face was expressionless, he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, took out the hand, and grabbed the bullet. The young man's black and white pupils were set off by the fire.

Seeing his movements, the ghost mother smiled strangely and said, "Ha." ”

With a wave of her hand, the wall above Ye Sheng suddenly split and fell, the stones rolled down one after another, and the fire outside seeped in and licked Ye Sheng's cheeks. In order to avoid the collapse, Ye Sheng had to take a step back, and at this time, the ghost mother summoned another fire to scorch the ground.

The place where Ye Sheng was standing was also cracked.

This is the 24th floor, and it is dozens of meters in the air at your feet.

Ye Sheng gritted his teeth and continued to retreat, he needed to ignore all the collapse and chaos, ignore all the high temperature and pain, and kill the ghost mother with a gun accurately!

This is his only life.

But the blood loss came, the smoke entered his nose, and his consciousness was already a little blurred, and he was not sure to shoot now.

Ye Sheng lowered his head, his pupils were completely crazy about betting on his life, he wanted to keep himself clear, and pain was the best sobering agent. Ye Sheng picked up the knife at his feet and held it, intending to re-plunge into the wound that was still bleeding. With the help of the momentary clarity of extreme pain, he gambled his life and fired that shot.

But as soon as he picked up the knife, a pair of hands appeared behind him, holding his wrists coldly and irresistibly, and forcibly breaking his fingers.

Boom, the knife landed crisply.

Before Ye Sheng could react, he felt that he was being held in his arms. Someone interlocked his fingers with the hand holding the gun.

Slender cold fingers took him, and with a devastating rage, he pulled the trigger.

Chapter 100: Life and Death (10)

The bullet burst through the air, through the ruins of the sea of fire, and pierced the Ghost Mother's chest. The power of the ghost mother collapsed, and the supernatural value dropped again and again, and now it is a B-level heresy. The moment she was shot, she spat out a mouthful of blood, her blonde hair was licked by the fire, and the goddess's red eyes were confused, leaving only tears. At the last moment, the ghost mother suddenly let out a sharp cry. Hopeless, painful, miserable.

The white dress shattered in the black sea of fire, scattering into dust flying in the sky. The whole person was like ashes, and it was blown away by the wind in an instant.

The ghost mother is dead.

It's over.

The tense thread in Ye Sheng's mind finally broke, and a tidal wave of exhaustion and pain surged up. He didn't even have the strength to hold a gun now, and his mouth was full of the smell of his own blood. He didn't want to speak, because every breath would involve a wound in his heart, bringing heart-piercing torment.

Ye Sheng quickly calmed down, looked around, and came to the conclusion that he had to get out quickly.

He leaned against the wall next to him and tried to get up, but was grabbed by someone.

Ning Weichen's voice was tinged with coldness: "Where else do you want to go?" ”

Ye Sheng frowned, turned his head, and looked at him with clear apricot eyes.

Ning Weichen's face was expressionless, his peach blossom eyes were violent and cold, he let go of the hand he was holding with him, and his fingers probed into Ye Sheng's mouth.

Ye Sheng didn't want to open his mouth this time. And Ning Weichen showed no mercy, pinched his chin, and forced him to let go. After he pried Ye Sheng's mouth open, he knew that Ye Sheng's body was too weak to accept the treatment of his blood with his fingers slightly stirred inside. The fingers were pulled between the lips and teeth, pulling out a bloody silver thread.

Ning Weichen stared at the blood on his fingertips, lowered his eyelashes, was silent for a long time, and suddenly smiled lightly. The laughter was inaudible, but it seemed that the anger, anger, and loss of control just now were just illusions. His expression and temperament changed in a second, and his peach blossom eyes were bent, shining in the sea of fire.

Ning Weichen's thin lips hooked, gently wiped the blood on Ye Sheng's lips, leaned over, and said the most cold and cold words with the most demagogic smile, and said with a soft smile.

"Baby, if you like to die so much, why don't you die in my bed."

Ye Sheng was stunned.

In the next second, Ning Weichen pulled the corners of his mouth tastelessly, pinched his chin, and kissed him.

The action is angry and strong, but the strength of biting his lower lip is very gentle.

Ye Sheng was hugged by his waist, and there was no escape, so he could only passively accept the kiss.

Later, he understood Ning Weichen's intentions, and when kissing, saliva was exchanged, which actually strangely calmed the pain of the wound caused by the heresy.

Ye Sheng has no experience in kissing, and he is too tired now to turn passive into active. His back was against the wall, and his breath seemed to be completely occupied by Ning Weichen. The cool breath encircled him, separating the scorching heat of the sea of fire. The tip of his tongue was nimble between his lips and teeth, licking, stirring, and skillfully leading him into a synchronized rhythm of breathing. His teeth were slightly sore, his tongue was numb, but his brain seemed to sink into a soft cloud, and his whole body was soft.

Ye Sheng did not resist, and after being quiet for a long time, he chose to slowly close his eyes.

He felt that he might have been imperceptibly affected by Ning Weichen a long time ago.

He hates it when others aggressively intrude into his domain;

Hate physical contact with others.

From the first time he met, this person was the exception of his life.

Ning Weichen has always been an exception.

A chill in the mouth and throat. This kiss was too deep and long, Ye Sheng felt that he was a little out of breath until the end, and he opened his eyes.

Ning Weichen ended the kiss, and a silver-purple color appeared in his pupils, and lust was entangled like smoke.

Ye Sheng felt that his throat was no longer so painful, he gasped gently, and after his head cleared up, his mood was really indescribable.

Ning Weichen took advantage of him verbally, but he never crossed the line physically, which made Ye Sheng feel that Ning Weichen might be not serious on the surface, and he was as young as him in his bones. But now this kiss, which is full of lust and sexual innuendo, tells him that Ning Weichen is far more dangerous than he shows. Those ambiguities and frivolities are all true.

However, Ning Weichen was treating him just now, and he didn't want to mention it, Ye Sheng just said in a low voice: "Let's go." ”

Ning Weichen looked at him silently, showed a smile, and said jokingly: "Where are you going, brother?" We were surrounded by fire. ”

Ye Sheng glanced at the fire outside.

The supernatural value emitted by the violent death of trillions of ghost children was overwhelming, trapping the entire inside of the cage.

Ye Sheng lowered his eyes, picked up the gun, and suddenly, a trace of crazy thoughts flashed through his mind.

He turned his head to Ning Weichen and said, "Do me a favor." His eyes were frighteningly beautiful because of the pale red mist that had just appeared from the kiss.

The corners of Ning Weichen's lips were hooked, and there was no smile in his eyes: "Huh? ”

Ye Sheng said: "Liang Xu put the second issue of "Night Sailing Boat" in this building and helped me find it. ”

Ning Weichen still maintained a smile, his voice was soft and soft, and he mocked: "Baby, what is our relationship?" You command me that? ”

Ye Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed his shirt, and looked up at him: "Isn't it an ex-boyfriend?" Kissed, slept, is this relationship enough. ”

Ning Weichen looked at him uncertainly, and after getting this answer, he laughed slowly. Stretched out his hand and stroked Ye Sheng's pale cheeks, and said with affection: "Correct, I once slept." ”

Ye Sheng: "......, you really slept?! Ye Sheng originally just said it casually, but he didn't expect to be right. His face froze, revealing the deep shock and shock in his heart, which he quickly covered up.