The two dogs hugged each other and walked on the edge of the soul pool.

There are many kinds of ghosts in today's auditions, like dumplings, jumping into the soul pool in waves, enduring the severe pain of the soul, waiting for the big net to be scooped up, so that they happily turn into a hair on the ghost king's body.

Lao Hei sighed: "Hey, why bother? Is it worth fighting to the death for a single hair on the ghost king? Isn't it fun to be a happy ghost?"

"Isn't it? It's hard to be a man, and it's even harder to be a ghost! It's a good job to be a ghost king, but it's a good job for a hundred years. ”

"What? It's good to work? It's okay to grow on your chest and head, but it's going to be on your ass........

"The Legend of the Black Dog Cultivating Immortals" Chapter 270 The Ghost King is hitting in the hand, please wait for a while,

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