Looking at the ghost crying closer and closer, Li Dalang was terrified, and at the same time wanted to cry without tears. It would have been nice to know earlier, run early, and be greedy. The big island lord didn't force Ghost Cry's head, he just asked him to let Ghost Cry and Nangong reconcile.

However, in order to curry favor with the Great Island Lord, his own actions will bury himself in hell.

The toxin did its job, and he stiffened and couldn't move. Just like Tong Yong at the beginning, he was unwilling, but helpless.

Ghost Cry walked past Li Dalang's side, and the long knife that mopped the floor lightly slashed through the side of his neck.

There was a "flutter", blood splattered, and the ghost cried out the door.

Outside, the wind was stronger, the snow was more urgent, and the frothy snowflakes kept lapping the devil's cheeks.

Inside the door, under the effect of demonic energy, the blood in Li Dalang's body surged up to his neck, and then like a high-pressure water gun, it spurted out more than a foot away.

In the hazy snow and mist, the abandoned temple finally could not hold on, and with the rumbling sound, it collapsed.

The temple was in ruins, and the fire was so fierce that even the most violent wind and snow could not blow it out, but only fueled its arrogance.

Rumble!

A large hand stretched out from the ruins, and with a wave of the air, the wood and masonry on the body flew out, and then, a huge figure appeared.

After all, he once became a god and received incense beliefs, how could he die so easily. The behemoth, which was more than a foot high, walked towards Ghost Cry step by step, dragging a huge hammer and slowly lifting it high.

Ghost Cry turned around slowly, and then saw the tall guy.

The hammer fell with a bang, and the long knife was raised just right.

As helpless as before, a spark was brought up on the blade of the long knife, and with the traction of the blade, the long-handled war hammer smashed to the ground.

The ghost cries with a long knife in one hand, and stabs it with one retraction, like a spiritual snake spitting out a letter.

The opponent also raised the long-handled warhammer, trying to separate the fatal stab with a long rod with a thick bowl mouth.

The long pole touched the blade, and with a twist of Devil's wrist, the stab continued.

The back of the knife rubbed against the long rod, and the curved blade hung over the opponent's neck, cutting a long and narrow wound.

The wound is not big, but it is not small.

It is fatal for mortals, but for this opponent who cries ghosts, it is only a serious injury, and if you want him to die, it is a little lighter.

Blood spurted wildly, and he roared and raised his hammer again, however, Devil Cry had already turned his head and wiped the blade of his knife on his sleeve, shaking off the blood from the blade. A large mouth came out of the corner, with a scabbard in it. It's all over.

Bang!

As the blade of the knife was unsheathed, the wound on the neck of the behemoth holding the hammer exploded, and in a blood mist, flesh and blood flew away.

The wound on his neck was torn open, and his head was tilted to the side, as if he had been punched hard, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Ghost Cry hugged Nangong with both hands and rushed back.

And in the flames, a blackened black shadow burst out.

It was Li Dalang, he had a whehe-hehe sound in his mouth, at the critical moment, the blood return pill allowed him to save his life, and now the wound is still bleeding, but it doesn't matter, as long as he goes back in time, he can always be treated.

There was a glint of excitement in his eyes, and he was lucky to have escaped his life.

However......

Bang!

The wound exploded, and he fell to the snow in a charred black body.

Exhaling his last breath, the breath that came out of his lungs dissipated into a white mist in front of his eyes, the hope in his eyes turned to despair, and finally his pupils dilated and his heart stopped beating.

The two corpses, against the backdrop of the firelight, were at both ends, unexpectedly, a delicate balance.

-- Nightmare --

The kind-hearted girl with a worried face suddenly turns into a demon overnight, and the two sisters who are guests on the island have no choice but to flee in the face of such a change.

However, this is someone else's home turf, how to escape.

The woman in Tsing Yi, who was called her sister, made a decision, and in her hands, another woman turned into light and flew away, and herself, turned into a giant python and turned to block the pursuers.

Then, flee ~ flee ~, again and again, endless escape.

In the end, he couldn't support it, and in his carelessness, he was poisoned.

She only vaguely remembered that the plum blossoms trembled in the snow outside, the door was blasted open, and a tall figure walked in.

Familiar figure, familiar face, familiar eyes, familiar trouser belt~~

"Ahh

Nangong Nuxia opened her eyes, and the familiar ceiling made her heart startle, and she looked at it, it was exactly the same as the furnishings in the inn room yesterday.

What's going on?

Her head was a little dazed, and her expression was slightly dazed in the flickering candlelight.

The door creaked open, and Nangong Woman rolled over and pounced on the sword that was placed on the table. One pulled it out, but embarrassingly, only two percent of the sword body remained, and the remaining eighty percent was gone.

Nangong Woman's heart sank, but she still raised her spirit, the other party was a man, and she still had a chance.

"Are you awake?"

The familiar voice made Nangong Woman tremble, she settled down and looked over.

Familiar person, with a smile on his vicious face, she couldn't help but be stunned, and murmured, "Ghost crying?"

"Well, it's very energetic, Miss Zhao. ”

Miss Zhao, this overseas, only she will call herself that.

"Wash your face and be sober. Devil Cry placed the basin full of hot water in his hand on the ground, fished out the juan cloth from it, twisted it vigorously, squeezed out the water inside, and handed it to her.

Nangong Heroine didn't pick it up, bypassed the outstretched hand, grabbed the crying neck hard, and hugged it tightly.

It's tight, it's tight.

The fear of recent days, with the appearance of ghost crying, has all dissipated without a trace.

Her eyes were red, and her body trembled slightly.

The ghost cried and stiffened, then relaxed, gently stroked her back, and comforted her: "It's okay, it's all over, wash up well, I'll avenge you." ”

After hugging for a long time, the two separated, and Ghost Cry was suddenly shocked: "You, your face." ”

"My face?" Nangong Nuxia touched her cheek suspiciously, at this moment, the tentacles were warm, and there was no feeling of touching an ice sculpture in the past.

"Mirrors. Nangong Nuxia exclaimed.

"Here. "As a Tianzi room, there are naturally mirrors in the room.

Nangong Woman sat at the table, holding the bronze mirror to take a picture of her face.

Ghost Cry threw the juan cloth in his hand back into the barrel, and then picked up the candlestick to illuminate the Nangong woman.

In the mirror, the frost of the past has disappeared, and a pair of delicate cheeks are flushed, like a young girl.

"This ......" Nangong Nuxia touched her face stupidly, why she wanted to get married so persistently, not only because she was afraid of being lonely, but also because of her own face.

There was once a fortune teller for her, and if she wanted to get rid of that face, which was like an ice sculpture, she had to find her true destiny.

She longed for marriage and longed to get rid of her face, however, she didn't expect it to come so suddenly.

Since she was a child, she has longed for a hero by her side, and when she was a child, she was the eldest sister. And when the eldest sister left her, after many years, she once again found a hero.

Although this hero has a vicious face and looks like a villain, he is a real hero.

Nangong Woman suddenly screamed, and the ghost cried and hurriedly said, "What's the matter?"

Nangong Nuxia touched her head, her face full of collapse. After continuous flights, her image is not very good now, there is no dirt, but there is also unkempt.

"How can I see people like this, go out, go out ......"

Ghost Cry was kicked out, and the door slammed shut. After eating the ashes of his nose, the ghost cried helplessly and said: "Miss Zhao, you wash your face first, wait a while, the hot water will be good immediately, and you will be able to take a bath soon." ”

As he spoke, he shook his head, turned around and walked downstairs, sneering on the way: "Heh, woman!"