The First Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty-Seventh Chapter Group Pk: Dark Night, Death Is Coming (Twenty-One)
In an instant, countless eyes shot at the female ghost like sharp arrows, wishing the female ghost could be killed on the spot!
Nan Jiu watched this scene, blinked her beautiful eyes, cleared her throat abruptly, and said, "How dare you swallow me, see if I won't kill you!"
The voice was no longer a soft and pleasant juvenile voice, but a strange hoarse voice with a strong anger.
Hearing the voice that came out of nowhere, that time the ghost seemed to have found a target and rushed towards the female ghost.
Seeing this, the female ghost suddenly showed a hideous face, exactly like the ghost in the TV series.
White dress, bloody eyes, shawl-length hair.
Fight with those ghosts.
"Did I do a good job?" Nan Jiu's eyes were bright, looking at the dyed white, he deliberately flattered his mouth, like a child asking for praise.
Facing the cute and soft expression of the young man, the expectation in his eyes seems to be saying, praise me, praise me, if Nan Jiu has a tail behind him, he must not know at this moment that he is especially like a pug who wants to play with his tail. .
Dianbai's eyes were dark and sinister, he chuckled lightly, looked down at the boy, slender and pale fingers rubbed the boy's soft black hair, his voice was low and magnetic, showing a three-point doting and lazy taste: "Well, very it is good."
Nan Jiu's lips curved into a bright smile, like a complacent child: "I knew you would like it."
Ranbai seemed to see Nan Jiu's tail wagging even more happily, she couldn't help but chuckled softly, answered Nan Jiu's words, and curled her lips slightly.
The laughter is clear, magnetic, with a hint of pleasure, slightly dumb.
Listening to Nanjiu's face blushed.
What should I do, I seem to like Miss Sister more and more...
Looking at the chaotic scene with ghostly eyes, Dianbai tutted.
It turned out that the ghost was fighting, like... a shrew scolding the street.
Pardon her for being speechless.
The fingers on the side of Dianbai's body rubbed the dark red sickle with each other, and the black cloak covered his face, making it impossible to see his expression.
Huan Yunyan sluggishly held the mobile phone live and faced this scene, and did not respond for a long time.
What is this doing?
However, Huanyunyan's anchor mobile phone recorded this.
The live broadcast world has seen the actions of Dianbai and Nanjiu.
There was a burst of laughter on the barrage, and the rewards came one after another.
"The cute boy is asking for praise online, so cute, I really want to hug!"
"Hey, I'm a fan of CP so much, how can I see how there is love! I beg my little sister and my brother to sprinkle sugar!"
"Where is this horror live broadcast?
To tell the truth, when the female ghost's dazed expression and those ghosts slapped and shouted frantically outside the door and the ghosts didn't come in, I laughed like a 200-pound silly child. "
"I beg the anchor to let this pair of CPs appear more in the future, as if seeing the true colors of the young lady."
Huan Yunyan looked at the comments on the barrage, slightly raised his forehead, who is the anchor?
Let them play more?
Huan Yunyan subconsciously looked in the direction of the dyed white with a helpless expression.
She doesn't know each other at all.
Facing Huan Yunyan's gaze, Dianbai raised his eyes, and the Weeping Blood Pill's lips evoked a wicked smile. Those narrow, long and deep peach blossom eyes had a bottomless darkness.
Huan Yunyan retracted his gaze subconsciously, and his heart was hit hard.
Oops, it's a feeling of heartbeat... ahhh, she's not a lily.
The white and cold fingertips touched the system score table on the wrist, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his lips.
It seems that the time has come.
She looked at the ghost who was torn together with a cold gaze, her slender and beautiful fingers waved the sickle.