My Master is Lin Zhengying

The female ghost in red was too fast.

But in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Nan Chen.

Seeing this, Nan Chen raised his hand and used the gossip mirror to illuminate it.

But the female ghost in red already knows the power of the gossip mirror.

With a flash of her figure, she avoided it easily.

At the same time, at the same time, Nan Chen held Bagua Jing's hand and broke it hard.

Nan Chen's wrist hurt, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

Holding the hand of Bagua mirror, he let go of Bagua mirror in an instant.

"Bang" sound.

The gossip mirror fell to the ground.

The gossip mirror is gone, and Nan Chen has no means to continue fighting the female ghost.

At this moment, he lost his last reliance.

Nan Chen even saw the picture of himself being bitten to death by a female ghost.

The female ghost was still ferocious, and she was brooding over the matter of being injured by Nan Chen just now.

After smashing the gossip mirror in Nan Chen's hand, the ghost in red waved her hand.

A white ling appeared and directly wrapped around his neck.

Then flick the branch overhead.

With a "hiss", Nan Chen was lifted up.

In front of the red-clothed ghost, Nan Chen seemed completely desperate.

Bai Ling strangled his neck.

It was getting tighter and tighter, as if it was about to be strangled, and it was extremely painful.

It was even more uncomfortable than when the female ghost grabbed her neck just now.

And the more he struggled, the more uncomfortable, the more painful...

But the red-clothed female ghost was excited when she saw this appearance.

"Hehehe, I want you to taste the taste of being hanged slowly..."

The female ghost in red was perverted, looking at Nan Chen who was hanging on the tree.

With a "giggle" in his mouth, he laughed.

Nan Chen still didn't give in, he didn't want to die, he didn't want to be hanged just like that.

Still trying to break free from Bai Ling.

However, it is too difficult.

Because the neck is strangled too tight.

Mouth, can not make a sound.

He could only act indiscriminately, struggling and kicking his legs, his face flushed red and purple.

Gradually, Nan Chen's movements began to slow down.

Even if he is unwilling, he can only accept his fate at this time.

But the female ghost below laughed even more happily:

"Hahaha, hahaha..."

It was as if seeing a person hanged in front of her gave her a strong sense of satisfaction.

Nan Chen's eyes began to blur, and he even heard his own heartbeat.

He knew that he was going to die.

I'm going to die here.

Now, he can only gradually accept the reality.

This world is really too dangerous.

Unexpectedly, less than [-] hours after Uncle Jiu left, he would die here...

At that moment, Nan Chen had completely given up.

However, fate is so fucked.

The moment Nan Chen thought he was about to die.

A woman's cold snort suddenly came from a distance.

Immediately, a leaf passed by at a high speed.

"Crack" Bai Ling was torn apart.