The Emperor Crawling Out of the Grave

The saint couldn't believe her eyes, her invincible weapon, there wasn't a trace of effect at this moment.

"Sister, sister, hug."

Seeing sorrow, the ghost drooled, threw away the soft woman in his arms, and rushed towards the saint.

"Little Huo, this elder sister catches it back to give you a baby! Don't use too much force."

The young man's voice sounded like a devil's whisper.

Hearing what the young man said, the ghost nodded sadly.

"Sister, sister, have a baby."

The ground shook as the ghost ran.

"Master Saint, go away."

The three white-robed men stood in front of their saint without hesitation, and a mysterious formation appeared under their feet.

"With the Father, the Son..."

The singing of the three has just begun, but it stopped abruptly.

Then the heads of the three people slowly slipped from the necks, and blood rose into the sky.

The young man at the door stirred his fingers, and a transparent silk thread wandered his fingertips.

"It's so noisy." The young man murmured dissatisfiedly.

Facing the sudden death of her companion, the saint's body was cold.

Looking at the two women on the ground with broken bones, fear instantly climbed into my heart.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is waiting for death.

The saint looked at the rushing ghost and looked sad, her eyes full of despair.

She turned to look at Xiao Chen and Jin Xiangyu on the table next to her, with a hint of prayer in her eyes.

Jin Xiangyu's face was gloomy, she was unable to protect herself at the moment, and there was no time to take care of others.

Maybe the next one to suffer is her Jinxiangyu.

As for Xiao Chen, his attention was completely lost in the room.

Xiao Chen was studying the living corpse of Jin Xiangyu. After all, this thing was really rare, and it was the first time that even Xiao Chen had had such close contact.

Xiao Chen twitched Jin Xiangyu's ears from time to time, smelled her body, twisted the smooth skin, like a restless mentally retarded.

Without any response, the saint closed her eyes in despair, and the dazzling light surged from her body.

In order not to be humiliated, suicide may be the last choice.

Just when Gui Jianshou was about to knock down the stove and hug the saint.

A chubby figure suddenly jumped onto the edge of the fire.

"Meow~"

There was a low cat cry, and a fat orange cat got out of nowhere.

Perhaps attracted by the smell of blood, the orange cat looked at the corpse on the ground curiously.

At this moment, the body like a tank of ghosts and sorrows was about to hit the stove.

According to the power of ghosts and sorrows, this fat orange may be directly smashed into meatloaf.

"Fatty, run."

Jin Xiangyu screamed, and her voice became a little hoarse.

Fat Orange looked back at Jin Xiangyu with a dull face, and gave a sweet cry, as if he didn't understand the master's meaning.

A surging killing intent, surging out from Jin Xiangyu's body, drove the ghost to see sorrow.

But Gui Jianshou was too close to the stove, and there was no time to stop it.

Jin Xiangyu covered his eyes and dared not look again, this fat man who had been with him for countless years might be smashed into a meatloaf today.

Jin Xiangyu's eyes were full of anger and despair.

Seeing Gui Jianshou's terrifying body was about to hit the stove.

A piercing sound suddenly pierced the air.

The oil lamp suddenly went out, and even the carbon fire in the stove lost its light at this moment.

The room was plunged into absolute darkness, and he couldn't see his fingers.

Only the rest of the people, the heavy breathing sounded in the house, especially harsh.

Fear is infinitely multiplied and amplified in everyone's hearts

"Mother, what did you eat to grow up, so heavy."

At this time, Xiao Chen's voice sounded in the dark room.

"Meow~"

A sweet cat cry followed, seeming to respond to Xiao Chen's words.

"Pouch."

The oil lamp lights up again inexplicably, and the room lights up again.

There was a crackling sound from the stove, and the warmth returned to the room.

Nothing has changed in the room, there are still corpses and headless corpses in one place, there are still so many people, not many of them.

Of course, there are still some different situations, which proves that something extraordinary may have happened in the brief darkness just now.

The ghost is sorrowful and sorrowful, standing still by the fire, motionless.

At this moment, he may not seem so stupid.

And Xiao Chen also turned his attention to the fat orange he was holding.

"Slightly..."

Xiao Chen teased Fat Orange with a smile on his face.

Fat Ju was very dissatisfied and pushed Xiao Chen's head with a meat pad.

It didn't understand why the two-legged beast was so stubborn and insisted on getting his face up.

Jin Xiangyu opened her small mouth and looked at the fat orange in Xiao Chen's hand. He was a little dazed, not knowing what had happened.

She can only be sure of one thing, this young man saved his cat.

The saint stopped the surging light, because she found that the sad face of the ghost gradually turned gray.

It looks a lot like the heads of my companions on the ground.

The young man's pupils shrank abruptly as he felt the change in ghosts and sorrow.

"Little Huo, what's the matter with you, don't scare brother." The young man cried out crying.

Seeing this, the relationship between the two brothers may be really good.

At this moment, Gui Jianshou's body moved suddenly, and he turned his body slowly, facing the young man at the door.

This scene made the saint pale with fright, and tears were about to burst out.

Seeing the ghost turn around, the young man lifted his heart and let go.

The ghost sees sorrow and halazi, and said pitifully: "Second brother, my neck hurts."

As soon as Gui Jianshou finished speaking, his ugly head suddenly rose into the sky.

The blood rushed up like a fountain.

"boom!"

The beast-like body fell heavily.

"Little fire, little fire."

The young man rushed towards the headless corpse like crazy, but stopped suddenly after running a few steps.

Looking at Xiao Chen in horror.

He suddenly thought of a question, he was in the same state as his brother.

But at the moment his brother was killed, and he didn't even know how he died.

This means that this man can easily kill him.

This made him feel a little unreal, why there is such a strong man in this world, it is not in line with common sense.

"run!"

At this moment, he only had this idea in his mind.

I came here to find something, not to die.

The young man stepped back involuntarily, like a thief who had stolen something.

Come in high spirits, but go dingy, life is impermanent!

Xiao Chen handed a dissatisfied fat orange to Jin Xiangyu, and said with a smile: "Your old friend has a bad temper!"

Jin Xiangyu hugged the fat orange tightly, tears ran across her face, no one knew what this fat orange meant to her.

Xiao Chen smiled and shook his head. Everyone has their own little secrets, even a living corpse or a cat that is silly and stupid when it is opened.

Xiao Chen slanted his eyes and looked at the young man retreating like a thief, and smiled: "Interesting, interesting."

He picked up Jin Xiangyu on her leg, put her on the table, raised a big hammer next to her, and walked towards the young man with a grin.

"Interesting, interesting."