"I'm afraid you are going to be disappointed. He still lives well now, and his body is tough."

Tang Ning couldn't see his expression at this time, but this did not prevent him from mentioning the old man.

If the old man heard that someone said that he was dead, there may not be any performance on the surface of the clouds, but behind it, there would be a small paper man to cast a small paper man.

Even if it is a giant Daowen, it is impossible to see how life and death.

Looking at the shocking wound on his arms, Tang Ning was far less calm as shown on the face, and even a little panicked about the strength shown by the boy in white.

Ghost soul hurts people. Generally, only the ghost king can do it.

Although the white boy in front of him did not give her a deterrent at this time, the feeling was almost the same.

Perhaps he already has the cultivation of the ghost king. It was only because he was sealed in iron gourd for many years, and his strength was disappeared.

"Are you alive?"

The boy in white put his face in Tang Ning's ear: "I thought that the New Year has passed, and he has been killed by other ghosts."

Putting blood on Tang Ning's throat, the sticky red liquid slipped down along the flawless skin, with an alternative beauty.

"Are you his junior?"

Wall over Tang Ning's face and carefully look at it: "At this age, it should be his granddaughter."

A certain tone, telling her relationship with the old man.

Although the Tang family is a family of Daimen, the children have always been not prosperous. At least when he was not sealed in the iron gourd, he had never heard of Tang Qingche and other siblings.

So what is the relationship between Tang's little girl and Tang Qingche, you can get the answer without careful consideration.

"Yes."

Tang Ning felt the coldness of his skin, looking at him with his face, and laughed with his cheeks: "So I advise you to pull this yin fantasy domain, let me leave. Otherwise, the old man finds it to the door.

Will let you go, you have you to accept it. "

Although she is not used to doing the name of the old man, but now the situation is compelling. If she does not pull the banner, she is afraid that she will be eaten without bones.

Now I just hope that the name of the old man can keep this person calm.

"Oh ~"

A sneer sounded in Tang Ning's ear, breaking all the hope in her heart.

"Do you think I am afraid of the old nose? If it wasn't for Tang Xing to help him, he would be delusional to seal me with a few Taoist priests who did not flow in Tang Qing Che and Xuanmen!"

The face of the enemy appeared in front of him, thinking of the man's high eyes, he only felt itchy.

The hook on the fingers gently scratched from Tang Ning's neck, which was obviously condensed by the grievances, but its sharpness was not weaker than the spiritual soldiers used by living people.

A very thin mouth immediately appeared on her neck, and the red blood wire began to exudes out.

"I have been locked up by my ancestor and the old man once, how can you still break away?"

Tang Ning's blood was shaking slightly, and he was outlined in the runes out of thin air. Worried about being found by the young man behind him, he could only attract his attention through words.

After all, my limbs are unable to make any great movements.

"If I was you, I hurried to escape while they were before they arrived. After all, they could seal you for decades, so why not come again today?"

The pain from her neck made her dare not have a trace of luck, speed up the movements in her hand, and don't ask for safely to leave from here. At least she must get rid of the shackles of this grievance!

"You must know that you have been worn out of the iron gourd, and the strength of the ancestors and the old man is gradually rising over time.

Tiandao is fair, there is a lack of natural and profitable.

Although the Tang family is not prosperous, almost every one is a talented person, and there are very few mediocre people, let alone dullness.

After decades, the strength of the old man was far better than the original.

"It's so long."

The young man in white heard what she said, I do n’t know if it was anger or really confident, and there was a clever smile appearing on her face.

The thin lips are gently opened, unlike ordinary people's black tongue stretching out, licking Tang Ning's round earrings, and gently bite teeth.

"But how are you sure, I must be the side of the disappearance?"

The words fell, the teeth were combined.

The earrings were printed with tooth marks in an instant. The black yin gas blackened the pink earrings, and gradually extended to her cheeks, destroying her beautiful face, making her look like Rakshasa.

The pain on the neck was intensified, and the teenager in white pressed the hook on the finger to the flesh: "If Tang Xing and Tang Qingche saw your body, you guess if they would collapse?

People, few can bear it. "

Hearing his words, combined with the movements around his neck, Tang Ning knew in his heart that this guy was intending to consume himself.

"Little girl, if you are a ghost, don't blame me. Father's debt is compensated, and the heavenly earth is righteous. Tang Qing Che is your grandfather, you will have nothing to say for him."

After that, the hook on his hand should be tied into Tang Ning's flesh, and his eyes were excited.

He can imagine that the white clothes on his body are stained with red plums, which will become more beautiful!

"Tang Qing Che, the name of the old man, is you just called it?"

Tang Ning's blood outlined runes finally completed at the last moment, and the dazzling red mang bloomed in the darkness.

The place where the mapping is like the flames of the gushing of Mo, like the flames of the rain, and instantly dissipate, and even the locks trapped in her limbs are no exception!

Mo Di was held in the hands of Tang Ning, who resumed freedom, such as holding a long sword, the sharp blade towards the back, and the white boy behind him took it.

Who knew that his wrist was pinched by him, and the fierce offensive was instantly disintegrated.

It seemed that she just squeezed it gently, but she felt the tiger's mouth hurt, and the ink flute in her hand almost couldn't hold it.

"It seems, I still have to be you."

The boy in white looked at her, with praise in his eyes.

The descendants of the Tang family, even if they were just a little girl, still couldn't let people take it lightly.

But appreciation and appreciation does not mean that she will let her go because of this.

"Since there are so many small movements in your hands, don't need these hands."

While talking, continue to apply for strength.

Just throw her body in front of Tang Xun and Tang Qingche, he didn't plan to keep it in a good look.

Some things still look more beautiful with incompleteness.

"Small action?"

After turning my left palm, the seven copper coins flew out and hanged over the head of the boy in white.

Tang Ning held back the pain on his wrist, squeezed the wound on his hand, waved up.
Chapter completed!