The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 255 The Son of the Ghost Emperor
On the tenth floor of the Shuiluo Pagoda, the Myriad Beast Armor was emitting a gentle glow, but at the moment when Qi Jinghuan was covered by the Myriad Beast Armor, a blurry image burst into his mind like an explosion.

The bewitching flowers of the other shore bloomed in his mind, and the dark blue-faced fangs of the underworld.

Xie Wanrong, who was standing behind him, stared at the black air coming out from behind him, with his lips and teeth slightly parted.

Even the Candle Dragon that was attacking with its claws stopped, and the huge dragon body suddenly turned into a cloud of mist. Under the mist, a man in a black suit appeared, with fiery red long hair hanging down his shoulders. , with rebelliousness between the handsome brows and eyes.

He looked at Qi Jinghuan who was gradually returning to normal, with fiery red long hair flaunting and frivolous, he sneered and said, "I never thought that you, a little mortal, are the reincarnation of the ghost emperor's son."

The Ten Thousand Beast Armor was gifted to the Ghost Emperor by the Demon King ten thousand years ago, and later the Ten Thousand Beast Armor became a thing of the underworld. The breath of the devil.

Qi Jinghuan's deep eyes darkened a little. It is undeniable that the memory that just poured into his mind is the memory of his last life, the son of the ghost emperor of the underworld... Qi Jinghuan smiled, "Zhulong, your master is quite close to me in the underworld." Some friendship, this time you are selling my favor, let us go up."

Xie Wanrong behind him frowned, what were they talking about?
What is the reincarnation of the son of the ghost emperor?
Qi Jinghuan, he is the underworld... In an instant, those inexplicable past events came to mind.

Why is he still standing here alive even though he lost his soul.

Why does his wound heal automatically.

Why in Bingzhou, blood zombies would run away in fright, blood zombies are immortal, how could they be afraid of a mortal.

She forgot that blood stiffness was originally a product of the underworld, so how could she not be afraid of the ghost emperor's son.

As if there was a gap in every mystery, she stared blankly at the man wrapped in black air in front of her, strange, strange from beginning to end.

Not only was it strange, but the sense of gap that was already inaccessible was once again magnified.

This time, Xie Wanrong knew that she could not keep up with his pace, so she instinctively took a step back.

Zhulong raised his head and laughed wildly: "I won't stop you, but you should care more about the beauty behind you."

Qi Jinghuan turned around, his deep eyes narrowed slightly, he took a step closer, and his voice was soft: "Wan'er, are you afraid of me? I'm still me, but I have an extra memory that I shouldn't have."

He stretched out his slender and beautiful palm towards Xie Wanrong, waiting for her response.

Xie Wanrong suddenly realized that what he said was right, he was still him, but the hurdle in her heart became heavier and heavier.

Seeing that Xie Wanrong didn't respond for a long time, Qi Jinghuan became a little anxious, and narrowed his deep phoenix eyes slightly: "Wan'er, everyone has a memory, you can't reject me because of this memory, after all, I can't choose."

Yes, he can't choose.

She had forgotten that she also came with memories, and the memories of her previous life were clearly printed in her mind.

It's just that his identity is different. Thinking of this, she felt relieved, and slowly raised her hand, and before it fell into his palm, Qi Jinghuan couldn't wait to hold her hand.

The corners of Qi Jinghuan's lips curled slightly, and he held her hand tightly: "Wan'er, now you have no chance to regret it."

It's just that from an angle Xie Wanrong couldn't see, a flash of hostility quickly flashed in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)