Chapter 1144

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Huo Wenhua awoke leisurely and found that his soul was attached to his body again. He touched his painful head in doubt and looked at Yang Zimei blankly, "master Yang, am I dreaming?"

"Master Yang, am I dreaming?"

The replicator also woke up and touched his head.

Yang Zimei is really more and more think of this copy of the lovely ghost.

In order to refuse to become Huo Wendong's copy ghost, she was surprised to use self mutilation.

"I want to be reborn, I want to be reborn, you let me go!"

Huo Wendong yelled and yelled, "brother, you quickly get out of the body, let me go, that's mine, you can't be so treacherous!"

Death waved his hand.

Huo Wendong disappeared in an instant.

Huo Wenhua looked at the God of death suspiciously, "Lord death, why is this? Am I still alive? "

"You are dead already!"

Death beckons at the replicator.

The replicator comes to death.

"Would you like to come with me?" Death asked the replicator.

The copy ghost looks back at Huo Wenhua and nods.

"Let's go."

Death said, wide sleeves rolled up the black clouds, with the copy ghost disappeared in front of everyone.

Huo Wenhua is still in a dream. He reaches out and bites himself to make sure whether he is dreaming.

It still hurts!

"Master Yang, is death really gone? Am I really not dead? "

Huo Wenhua shook his painful hand and looked at Yang Zimei with surprise and joy.

"You are dead."

Yang Zimei pinched his finger and calculated it. He found that his fate had become a blank, and he could no longer calculate his fate.

"What do you mean? Am I not here well? "

Huo Wenhua asked suspiciously, "isn't death gone? Why was Wendong taken away by cattle? Not me? "

Yang Zimei simply told him what the copy ghost had just done, "the duplicate ghost has replaced you and been taken away by the God of death. You should have been in the same breath. Therefore, in a sense, you are a living dead man, and you will not be under the control of the three realms."

Huo Wenhua still didn't understand her words, but regretted that his brother was finally taken away by a bull's head and horse's face, and he once again lost him.

"Mr. Huo, you will belong to half Yin and half Yang people. Cherish it."

Yang Zimei looked at him and said, "I'm surprised that the God of death can let you go like this, but that's also the credit of copying ghosts. It has produced feelings for you and is willing to replace you to follow the God of death. This is your creation."

"Master Yang, I understand what you said. In the future, I will use the rest of my life to do more things that should be done. It is worthy of death to let me go this time."

Huo Wenhua's face was moved and said, "in the future, whether it is people or ghosts, I will try my best to help them."

Looking at him like this, Yang Zimei also understood the meaning that death left Huo Wenhua.

"Sister, I'll go to Lianyi!"

Xiaoqian saw the end of the matter in front of him, and then he said to Yang Zimei.

"I'll go too!"

Yang Zimei looked at the red Manzhu shahua in front of her eyes. They were still swaying and fluctuating.

Maybe it's because Huo Wenhua has passed this death robbery, and her mood is much better. Looking at this Manzhu shahua, she feels particularly gorgeous.

And the way death walked slowly on them had been deep in her mind and could not be forgotten.

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[originally, the purpose of this chapter is to let Huo Wendong, Huo Wenhua and the copy ghost die, but if you see that everyone thinks so much about Huo Wenhua, let him live, so as not to be sorry. 】

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