These days, he has been particularly tolerant of the saplings.
Turning his eyes, he paused for a moment on the emerald green cave, and said softly, "Wait for me, come back!"
Look back.
He said hello casually.
A person, a ghost, and a tree disappeared in an instant, but in the blink of an eye, they were out of the misty world.
…
Come into silence.
Gu Han paused, looked at Ghost Sanniang, and said calmly, "Sanniang, where are the things? Are you ready?"
Ghost Sanniang said nothing.
After hesitating for a moment, she took out the ghost ring, carefully took out a scroll, and handed it to Gu Han.
"This painting was made with all my heart and soul."
"This is the second masterpiece of my life. It is most suitable for you to use."
but."
Gu Han's expression turned cold.
Needless to say, Gui Sanniang's first masterpiece is the real Feng Shiyi.
The scroll slowly unfolds.
A vivid portrait of the ghost tribe appeared in front of him.
He is nine feet tall, bare-chested, neither fat nor thin, with well-proportioned muscles and clear lines, and a handsome face. A black and white vertical line between his eyebrows extends downwards, passing through both sides of his cheeks and spreading all over his upper body.
Hair gray.
Drape it casually over your shoulders, giving it a chic and strange feel.
Look further down.
The left hand is no different from that of ordinary people.
The right hand is red in color and is a bit thicker than the left hand. There is also a four-foot-long bone spur extending out of the hand. It is slightly thicker in the middle. There is a cold light on both sides, but it is a bone sword!
"master."
Shumiaozi stared at the portrait and said with emotion, "Should I say it, there are some good-looking ones in this ghost tribe, and not all of them are scary ghosts like Sanniang."
Gu Han nodded.
Even judging from the aesthetics of the human race, the ghost race in front of him can be described as handsome.
Ghost Sanniang clenched her hands.
She felt that the fighting power that Shumiaozi said was ten times stronger than her own cultivation!
"who is he?"
Gu Han asked.
"His name is Mo Wu."
Gui Sanniang took a deep breath and said, "Among the top ten ghost commanders under me, he ranks ninth. In terms of strength, he is equivalent to about the second level of the infinite realm of your human race."
"Ghost handsome?"
Gu Han looked at her deeply, "You made all your subordinates into this kind of thing?"
"Why not?"
Ghost Sanniang said expressionlessly, "The ghost tribe does not have the benevolence and morality of your human tribe, and is bound by rules and regulations. In my territory, I am their god, and I have the power of life and death over them. This is very common among the ghost tribe!"
"also."
"He is also a rare mutant high-level ghost - a sword ghost!"
Chapter completed!