Youquan snorted coldly, a little dissatisfied, "It takes so long to deal with a Mowu, and it is becoming less and less useful. How can you fight for that... just like this!"

A symbolic lesson was taught.

He looked at the ghost coach again and asked, "Where is he? Did he come back with Mo Wu's head? Why don't you come to see me in person?"

"this……"

The ghost handsome wanted to speak but stopped.

"explain!"

The bones were a little impatient.

"yes."

The ghost coach trembled in his heart, "But it was not Mo Wu's head, it was Brother Duan Ming's own head... he is back."

"What's the meaning?"

"You...you'll know if you go and take a look."

A slap!

The ghost fire in Baigu's eyes leaped, and he seemed to have some bad premonition.

After a moment.

Bai Gu and Youquan Ghosts met Duan Ming again. One saw the ghost fire in his eyes, and the other was lingering and undulating.

around.

The ghost tribes were trembling and did not dare to let out a breath.

"It's...damn!"

Youquan was furious and shouted loudly, instantly shaking several ghost slaves in the field into blood mist!

Looking at the ghost head in front of me, I was dying with my eyes open.

He finally understood the meaning of the ghost coach's previous words.

Duan Ming is back indeed.
Chapter completed!