Click a click, the sound of the machine.

Small feet fell again.

At the interface of the feet and legs, the incision is flat, and even the organ is linked.

There is no drop of blood ...

This is not human at all!

It's a puppet.

Nima ... is actually a puppet, and I still don't know who controlled the puppet.

Fuck!

Ding Chan is going crazy.

He was the master of the dead soul castle, and the son of Wuyuan's ancestor was played so much.

"Lord Castle, what's the matter with you?" An An saw Ding Chan's expression unusual, and asked curiously.

Ding Mei punching fiercely.

Boom!

Ding Chan's fist was on An An's head, and her head collapsed directly, but she didn't flow a drop of blood, just just a few parts popped up.

"Ah Fort Master, what are you doing?" An An, who was smashed in half of his head, could still speak.

"I want to kill you!" Ding Chan was angry and faked down in An An, and he smashed this gas -refined puppet.

"Come!" Ding Can didn't even wear clothes, so he shouted loudly.

Immediately outside the door rushed in two black robe guards.

"Search for me, find out the damn guy, and I want to live alive!" Ding Can roared angrily.

"Yes, the Castle Master."

Black robe guards respectfully salute, and then looked up at each other.

"Master Castle, who catch it?"

"The master of this puppet! Find her, chop her into meat sauce in this seat!" Ding Chan gritted his teeth and said.

"Yes, the Castle master!" Black robe guard bowed again, and then asked blankly: "Who is the master of this puppet?"

Ding Can also frowned.

Who is controlling this puppet?

Unless you have the second element of God, you can only control the puppets within the coverage of the monk's consciousness, which means that this person will inevitably be in the dead soul fairy castle.

It's the bald fat man!

Ding Chan, the owner of the dead soul fortress, only felt dizziness for a while, and his scalp was numb.

With so many little masters who do n’t go to pampering, but spoil a puppet controlled by a bald fat man.

"Go to Xiaoxi Palace, grab the bald bear king into the jail!"

Two black guards said together: "Yes!" "" ""

Dead Soul Fort, West, Xiaoxi Palace.

At this moment, a thick layer of black clouds are shrouded in the entire Xiaoxi Palace.

It is gloomy, as if it is going to rain.

Suddenly.

Two black monks in black broke into the Xiaoxi Palace, and they said nothing to catch the king of Xiong.

Xiong Wang's screaming sounded night sky.

"What are you doing!"

"I want to see the castle owner!"

"You damn things !!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

That night, not only Xiong Wang was beaten into the jail, but even the dead soul fairy castle bench has not yet been hot, Xuanyangzong and his party were also picked into the jail.

Hou Dongsheng has been considering for a long time or decided that he would not have the table.

After all, one more thing is not as good as one thing.

Dead Soul Hall.

Fort's main palace.

Ding Chan, the owner of the dead soul, is like a dead father and mother. He sighed and sighed, his face was full of sorrow.

Suddenly.

A white man's shadow came.

Ding Can looked at the people with a gloomy face.

It's An An again!

The previous An An had been violently dismantled by him, and An An had not passed without a scent of incense.

It's really ghost!

However, Xiong Wang has been caught by him, and it is impossible to control An An as reasonable.

It seems that there is another person behind Ji An'an, not the bald head.

Ding Chan's heart was slightly loosened a little, and he asked with Xi Yi's tone: "Who are you?"

"I'm An An." An An said in an indifferent voice.

"An An is just a puppet. I mean someone who controls An An. Are you a man or a woman?" Ding Chan's tone was full of doubts.

"Uh ... I'm a woman." An An answered.

Ding Chan's nervous face was a little loose, and even his breathing was gentle.

"More than two months ago, you controlled An'an to save the bear king. Two months later, you used An An to save Xuanyang Zong up and down again. What is the relationship between you and Xuanyang Zong?" Ding Can asked.

"But it's just the old friends." An An explained.

"Friends?"

Ding Chan snorted coldly, and suddenly did not sign.

Xuanyin's mana condenses into a giant sword towards An'an.

Six ghosts have no return!

An An's body was twisted and disappeared strangely.

"Come!"

Ding Chan yelled again.

Soon, several people in black appeared beside Ding Can.

"A few of your wastes, no one broke into it." Ding Can said angrily.

"The Castle Lord, the subordinates are unknown." Several people said respectfully.

"Unknown? It's really a waste!"

"The Fort's master was angry." Several people in black quickly knelt on the ground for mercy.

"What are the origin of the Xuanyang Sect? There must be a master who builds the base or even the Jindan period in Quanyang Zong, and this person is proficient in the technique of puppets after all.

"Followed!"

Nympho

Dead Soul Fort.

Groundwater.

There are only six seats in the water prison, but thirty people have to be held, and one water jail has five people.

Squeeze five people in the narrow water jail, and do not feel crowded.

King Xiong squatted at the bottom, half of his body was soaked by water, Wang Dadong squatted on his back, Li Tianbao squatted on Wang Dadong's back, Ye Qingfeng squatted on Li Tianbao, Ye Qingfeng's body was Mulan.

This is the mysterious application of squatting.

Suddenly.

The yellow light of the earth on the top of Mulan flashed.

A large living person came from the earth, it was Hou Dongsheng.

Hou Dongsheng has a foundation for building a foundation as suspended in the air. The four people below look up, and a black gas covers their sight.

After talking with Mulan, Hou Dong was upgraded to a black smoke.
To be continued...