: How many are hanging

Author: Ju Youjie Jin

: How many are hanging

It was also the most painful and desperate experience in his lifetime.

She could be sure that he must be a filial son. But she also did not deny that he was an extreme person.

The person you are sorry for is your mother, what does it have to do with Xu Qi and others who were killed by you?

"Let's meet." The other party gave this opinion very firmly.

It seems that if you disagree, he will always pester you from now on.

Only then did Xuan Mingfu understand why Xu Qi couldn't wait to meet him after chatting with him for a few hours. It turned out that she was obsessed with ghosts.

I thought to myself that the other party asked her to have an appointment with her now, obviously listing her as the next target.

She doesn't like to cause trouble, but she is not afraid of trouble.

Since the other party has set his sights on him, it is better to respond directly, so that there is a greater chance of countermeasures.

Thinking of this, she replied to the other party’s words and agreed.

As she thought, the other party made an appointment to meet at night, and the location was also Blue Ocean Bar.

Night shrouded the entire city, and through the busy street intersection, Xuan Mingwu walked towards the Blue Ocean Bar.

This time she learned her lesson and wore a mask and sunglasses.

The two security guards who blocked her at the door of the bar last time saw her outfit and took the initiative to help open the door.

Under the blue lights of the bar, she met each other.

He sat near the door, handsome, tall, and gentle with his eyebrows.

It was just a white scarf tied around his neck, which made him look a little weird, but he felt unique in his bar.

Xuan Ming-chung took the initiative to say, "I didn't expect you to be so gentle and handsome."

The other party smiled, his teeth were white and very eye-catching, "I was ugly before I came, but I would change."

If Xu Qi or Guo Lu heard this, they would definitely think it was just a funny joke, but Xuan Mingxian knew that he was telling the truth.

The other party ordered some food for her, but he ordered a cup of boiled water but didn't drink a mouthful of it.

Xuan Minghun took off his mask and sunglasses in front of the other party, so he said in a difficult way: "Will you scare you?"

After looking at her face that was ugly than a ghost, the other party said, "You are very special."

He didn't even frown.

Xuan Minghua smiled: "You are really good at talking."

"No, I'm telling the truth. You are really special, because I can't see through you and don't know what you are thinking, so I asked you out."

These words are really romantic and touching.

But Xuan Minghun pulled his lips and said lukewarmly: "It's right that you can't see through it."

Can you see through it, I still dare to go to the appointment?

"My name is Zheng Zhuo." The other party introduced himself and stretched out his hand.

A bright red patch on the back of the hand was very eye-catching.

Xuan Minghu swept the patch and grabbed it back with a constant expression, "My name is Xuan Minghu."

After the next chat, Xuan Minghun discovered that the evil spirit in front of him not only did not show any disgust with her appearance, but was also very talkative. No matter what you said, he could handle it and had to talk humorously.

He is very fond of women.

Before we knew it, the clock passed eleven o'clock.

Zheng Zhuo put down the water cup in his hand and said, "My house is nearby, let's go and sit there for a while."

"It's too late, it's not very convenient." Xuan Minghun pretended to be reserved.

Zheng Zhuo smiled, his white teeth looked even more conspicuous against his bright red lips, "I'm afraid I'll eat you?"

Xuan Ming-hwan continued to be shy: "I'm afraid my heart will fall into your hands."

"Haha." Zheng Zhuo smiled again.

After leaving the bar, Zheng Zhuo took Xuan Mingxian toward a black Mercedes-Benz parked on the side of the road.

As soon as Xuan Minghua tied up his seat belt, the scenery outside the car window changed at a faster speed than the movie was played backwards.

It seemed that in just three seconds, the originally dazzling street scene disappeared, replacing the dark old streets and alleys.

"It's here." Zheng Zhuo turned around and grinned at her.

Xuan Minghun pretended to be surprised and asked: "Didn't you say you want to go to your house?"

Zheng Zhuo pointed to an old house with a large tree planted in front of the door in front of him: "This is my family. Get off the bus."

Xuan Minghua obediently got out of the car and followed him forward.

With the dim street lights, she saw a few people hanging on the trees, shaking without wind.

Among them, there is a fatter one who looks quite familiar. As the distance gets closer, it is Xu Qi!

Seeing such a strange and sarcastic scene, even though she was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but frown.

Zheng Zhuo suddenly stopped, pointed at the people hanging on the tree, and asked her with a smile: "Do you want to go up?"

Xuan Mingxian looked at him and asked knowingly: "What does it mean?"

Zheng Zhuo smiled and said, "I want to keep you here forever."

As he smiled, his handsome and gentle face began to rot and fall off at a speed visible to the naked eye until he became a white skull.

Xuan Minghun was not scared to the point of his eyes, nor did he fainted with his legs, nor did he even scream, but he just looked at him steadily.

After a while, he said lightly: "You are indeed ugly before you change."

When the skull heard this, the flesh on his face grew out bit by bit until he turned back to his handsome appearance, baring his white teeth, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

He paused and asked again: "Who are you?"

Xuan Minghua smiled and said, "A person who can resist you!"

Zheng Zhuo stared at Xuan Mingxian for a long time and smiled.

But this time, my smile was obviously not as good as before. My mouth was obviously dry and my teeth were white and there was no trace of luster. If it was described by Xuan Ming-hwan's cultural level, it would be like a bone that was not burned after being burned, pale and pale.

"Then try it!"

After saying that, Zheng Zhuo's fingertips gradually turned black, and his nails grew out bit by bit, becoming a veritable ghost claw.

The ghost claws grabbed Xuan Minghun and grabbed his chest directly.

Xuan Minghuan, who had only 10% of his magic power, would certainly not be stupid enough to face the enemy head-on, but instead jumped directly to the tree with the souls of Xu Qi and others, condensed his energy and a ball of red flames appeared in his palms, and attacked Zheng Zhuo from a high point.

"Fire-removing technique?"

Zheng Zhuo's voice was a little surprised, but he quickly hummed with disdain: "It's a pity that fire can no longer pose a threat to me."

Before Xuan Mingfu could realize what he said, he actually started to ignite and walked towards the big tree step by step in the blazing fire.

Only then did Xuan Mingfu understand what Cang Yan said before that Immortal Body meant.

Not daring to underestimate the enemy, she hurriedly gathered all the remaining magic power, refined a transparent large water ball and threw it at the opponent quickly, and decided to water it and put out the fire.

Zheng Zhuo could not dodge and was poured over his head and body, and the raging fire was extinguished in an instant.

"I was careless! It turns out that you are the highest level demon subduing envoy!" He fell to the ground with one knee, and said hoarse and angry: "Nevertheless, you can't stop me. I must give my mother a good heart."
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