Chapter 1570

In that way, the enemy will not be trapped, but will be attacked. And that person may be too confident of Sheng Nan, or too confident of himself. Besides, there are sea snakes that I drove out, and grandparents on this train. I'm not worried about my safety.

Time passed very slowly, slow I really want to stay here with him to die.

But everything was broken by the scream of the girl in black.

I saw that the ghosts here were all the people who died under my hands. All the ghosts who were impressed or not flew towards me, one by one through my body, leaving only the cold that could not be easily eliminated.

He was a little scared and wanted to stay away, but at the moment when I let go, he rushed back and protected me behind him. He closed his eyes tightly and yelled in a trembling voice: "come to me if you have the ability."

The trembling voice made all the ghosts pause, and the next second my eyes burst with golden light to disperse all the evil things.

This is a dreamland. Although I'm no longer an immortal, and I don't know how to expel ghosts, imagination is always allowed. Then let me dominate these wandering spirits and whisper, "go to hell!"

Cactus building roof open, swirling gray clouds are stirred, a dark red door open, inside hand innumerable with deep resentment rotten arms, will scream to escape the ghost all.

In less than a quarter of an hour, there was no ghost left, and the door closed gradually. Cactus building recovered as before. But the surrounding air with salty air, let me slightly frown, this taste even if I kill countless I also don't like it.

He was sitting on the ground, but I was so happy that I could still play in the dreamland. It's a pity that Sheng Nan had to die, otherwise I could play more. As long as he is not controlled by Sheng Nan, he can dominate the dreamland. He has what he wants, which is equivalent to whether he is the master of all things. Alas, it's a pity that she will die!

He shook his head regretfully, stepped forward to help him. When he calmed down, we continued to walk towards the destination. He didn't ask anything. He just looked at me with doubts in his eyes. There was more fear in his eyes than the tenderness and protection he just had.

How many people who can call the gate of hell are not afraid? He didn't know it was fake. So ignore it.

The top floor wind is always whistling, the body is thinner, as if to be blown away. I helped him with some soft legs to the edge of the top floor. The suitcase in his hand didn't hold it. It rolled down and broke in an instant.

"Oh, no, I don't want to die ~ ~ ~" he put his head in his hands, stepped back and squatted on the ground.

It seems that when the ghosts disappeared, he was afraid and cowardly, but

I squatted beside him, face a cold, soft voice comfort: "but, you decide to die. You have to know that there are not many turning backs in the world. Because, when you look back, you may encounter more terrible things. " But my voice is getting colder and colder.

"What?" He was so surprised that he could not stop shivering all over. He turned his head stiffly and looked, "my God!" Yes, there's a way back. It's clear that it's the door that has disappeared for a long time. Countless resentment spirits don't stretch out their hands, but stare at him fiercely, with a voice of "come on, come on, come on ~ ~".

He suddenly looked up at me, who had already stood up. His clothes were flying and still. A trace of ruthlessness flashed through his eyes and said, "how are you ok?"