Kuaichuan live broadcast to save the blackened male god

Chapter 577 Sister ghost, you are my only salvation in the dark world.

Most people will choose to forget what, it is not difficult to guess, it is painful, it is also deeply memorable, and it is also unbearable for the current self.

So there is nothing wrong with temporarily forgetting.

【.】I was a little touched suddenly, the host is always so rational.

"Ge'er, what are you thinking?" Suddenly a clear, cold and magnetic male voice broke her thinking.

She raised her eyes and looked at the man in black gorgeous black clothes, wearing a black feather crown, with narrow eyebrows and gray pupils. His skin was as cold as jade porcelain, and his lips were vermilion. On the completed stone base, dark red stones are inlaid in it.

A faint blue flame was jumping at the fingertips of his left hand, and the blue fire core was constantly flickering, while the man leaned on the seat with his right hand, revealing a sexy wrist, and a pair of high and cold eyes stared at her mercilessly.

This is a man in ancient costume who is very strangely dressed. Ye Xiange has not found effective information from his mind to correspond to the situation here.

And the man's gaze made her unable to shift her gaze, so she couldn't see the outside environment clearly.

But it's cold in here, cold in your bones, just wait.
She doesn't seem to have a heartbeat?
She should still be alive!
"Ge'er." Although the man called her by her name very affectionately, his tone was extremely cold, even with the arrogance and arrogance unique to a superior, "Since you don't speak, I think you will accept this task by default!"

"Go down!" The man's words fell to the ground, and he disappeared on the seat, as if he didn't want to look at her again.

Ye Xiange: "???" What mission do you have to explain clearly before leaving?

It must not be a good job to never ask her opinion!

It's just that she was shocked to see the man on the seat disappear like smoke in an instant, so here.
The dark red glazed palace, with purple flames inlaid on the wall, she is located in a huge auditorium-like place, without any decorations, the hall is empty, and there is a passage on the left and right that can't be seen. There, blue flames hang in the air and illuminate the passageway, making the entire space even more dark and silent.

This doesn't look like a place where Yang Jian can exist!

[Really not! 】

[System prompt: Plane data transmission, please accept the host! 】

Ye Xiange covered her heart, it really wasn't her illusion, she really didn't have a heartbeat.

It doesn't even seem to be breathing, much less human.

If this is not the world of the sun, it can only be the world of the underworld. Is she a ghost this time?
[Congratulations to the host for answering correctly!But no rewards! 】

"." But there is no reward for your correct answer!

【Data transmission】

In an instant, a large number of plots flooded into my mind.

This time her identity is indeed not a human, but a ghost, and it is an evil ghost, a lingering grudge.

At this moment, the original owner has been dead for three years, and she has been looking for opportunities to take revenge on the person who killed her all the time in these three years.

But every revenge failed, and even the original owner was bruised and bruised every time.

Three years failed to kill the man who lied to her, even gouged out her eyes in the name of love and finally caused her tragic death.

This man is none other than the hero who is the son of destiny.

The original owner's name is Ye Xiange, and she is an extremely talented elder sister of the Lanqing School, a school of ghost hunters that has been passed down from ancient times to the present.

(End of this chapter)