At this moment, Feng Chou felt like he was trapped in a big ball of marshmallows, in a daze. He felt like he was back when he was a child. Whenever he caught a cold or got sick, he would have the same dream. A big ball of marshmallows, white and soft. He lay on it and swayed, as if he was on the top of the clouds, so happy, but it was so uncomfortable that feeling of hanging in the air.

He has tasted this taste again now, but the ball of marshmallow is no longer white, but black.

He opened his eyes drowsyly, and all his consciousness returned to his mind bit by bit. Wan Cho reached out and touched his face. The real and cold touch came, which made him feel a little more at ease, at least he was still alive.

Gradually adapting to the darkness around him, Feng Chou found that he seemed to be in a dark room, quiet and gloomy around him. He subconsciously swallowed, reached into his arms, and took out his lighter.

"Click"

A faint flame lit up, illuminating a small area around it. Below it was a dark brown floor. In front of it, there seemed to be a red sandalwood dressing table and a mahogany seat. In the distance was a carved large bed. Although the whole house was not big, it was decorated with a classical charm.

Where is this? Wanchou climbed up in confusion and touched his body. There seemed to be nothing unusual. The room looked like the boudoir of an ancient woman. A thought flashed through Wanchou's mind. Could it be that he was also caught by that sister Feng and became the son-in-law of the village?

A chill was shivering on his body, and Wancao looked around, trying to find the door, but found that there seemed to be a man lying on the carved bed, with a brocade quilt covered with a brocade.

I'll put it in, and I'll put it on the bed first. This is so nutty. If Sister Feng dares to touch a hair, I'll kill you here...

No, right, I will die with her!

However, after waiting for a while, the person on the bed seemed to be not very active. Fan Cho thought that he could not wait like this, so he would better start first.

Fang Chou held the lighter in one hand and prepared a thunder in the palm of his hand. He slowly walked towards the carved big bed, thinking to himself, Sister Feng, today you raped me, I fucked you!

The room was not very big, and it took a few steps to reach the front of the big bed. However, the more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong. The person lying on the bed seemed to have short hair, and the clothes exposed outside were not big red clothes, and it seemed that it was not the female ghost Fengjie in red.

Qianchou didn't dare to move forward rashly, looked at it for a few minutes, and suddenly recognized it. Damn, the one who was lying on the bed and closed his eyes was actually Hua Xiaoxin!

Could it be that the unlucky Hua Xiaoxin has been favored? Wanchou shivered and moved forward, and suddenly a thin and ethereal voice came from beside him: "Stand there, don't touch my Luo Lang..."

Fan Chou turned around and was on the mahogany chair next to the dressing table just now. At this time, a woman in red dress was sitting, with long hair drooping, white face and red lips, and a half of her face slanted, and was dressing up in front of the mirror.

Fanchou immediately realized that his situation was not good and blurted out: "You are Yufeng? Things have already been resolved back then. I advise you to return to the underworld and enter the samsara early. Why bother with us mortals here?"

The red-clothed ghost Yufeng ignored him and was still there to express sympathy to the mirror, saying quietly: "Luo Lang, Luo Lang, we will have a wedding night in a while, but before we get along, I will kill this evil Taoist priest for you. If he hadn't done evil, how could we delay hundreds of years before we meet?"

What a thing, the evil Taoist priest? Luo Lang? Fan Chou was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that Yufeng had always been called Hua Xiaoxin Luo Lang. Could it be that she was so crazy that she would treat a handsome guy as her Master Luo when she saw a handsome guy?

But, damn, I am a bad Taoist priest in my field? This is clearly a disguised slander and insult!

Feng Chou stopped doing it and said angrily: "Are you mistaken? How come I look like that evil Taoist priest? Why is he just Mr. Luo?"

After saying that, Yan Choong regretted it. Even if he is the master Luo, he is not a good character...

Sister Feng stood up and pointed at his nose and shouted, "Of course I won't admit my mistake. The thief Taoist priest, the evil Taoist priest, anyone who is an enemy of me is the evil Taoist priest, you can't hide it from me. As for my Luo Lang, he escaped from the house in order to secretly meet me and escape from the house. Today, let's see where you are going and give me your life!"

After saying that, Sister Feng waved her sleeves with a ferocious face. The scenery in front of her immediately changed drastically. The carved large bed, mahogany chair and red sandalwood dressing table just now disappeared, and there was a thick black area around her. She stretched out her hand and saw no fingers!

Two faint lights suddenly lit up in front of them, followed by a beam of green light falling from the sky, like a light chasing light on the stage, reflecting the evil ghost in front of the category with a stiff body and a red tongue spitting out of his mouth.

Ghost Type: Hang Ghost

Harmful Index: 99

Feng Cho's scalp numbed and his head buzzed. There was no doubt that the evil ghost who suddenly appeared was the one with the most resentment among the hanged ghosts, and he must be the most capable general under the female ghost in red.

Wanchou is a little envious of Hua Xiaoxin now. People who also live in the same place, why is Hua Xiaoxin caught by a ghost and a romantic encounter? When the bed is ready, they are waiting for someone to serve him. He is so confused that he is being taken for life?

Just as he was unwilling to accept it, a bright red tongue suddenly flew over in front of him, and rolled it up and ran to his head and wrapped it around.

The soul-inducing talisman that had been pinching in his hand was immediately flew out in panic by Fang Chou, and was slapped on the red tongue of the hanged ghost. With just two sizzling sounds, the two talismans turned into two wisps of blue smoke and disappeared in the air. When they looked at the hanged ghost, they had no effect at all.

Fan Chou felt panic and secretly shook his hand, thinking that the things given by the underworld were becoming more and more unreliable.

Seeing that his tongue was approaching, Wan Cho swung the peach wood sword and suddenly felt bold. He used all his strength to cut his sword upwards.

This sword was so powerful that it was so powerful that it seemed that the sound of wind and thunder brought out from the sword. It was so sad that Guo Crooked, the secret weapon, was indeed awesome.

The hanged ghost seemed to recognize the goods, and he flipped his big tongue and avoided Fengcao's sword. He attacked Fengcao in front of Fengcao with elusive magic. Unfortunately, the distance seemed a bit insufficient. He just licked Fengcao's face and shrank back.

Fan Chou felt that his face was painful and itchy, and there seemed to be many barbs on his tongue, just like the feeling of being licked by a cat when he was a child. He suddenly felt disgusted. He wiped saliva from his face with his hand and cursed: "If you have the ability, straighten your tongue and then beat me!"

The hanged ghost ignored him, floated up, and ran forward. The hanging tongue was straight and straight, and a poisonous dragon drill rushed towards him.

Fan Cho did not dare to move this time. Seeing that his tongue was approaching, he then raised the sword, just like holding a lightning rod, thinking to see where you are hiding this time!

Sure enough, this time the tongue could no longer hide. As soon as it touched the peach wood sword, it immediately rolled back. Feng Chou felt a powerful force coming, and he actually watched the peach wood sword being snatched away by the hanged ghost...

Fan Chou's tears were almost falling, and he pulled his neck and shouted desperately: "Guo Crazy, if you don't die, get out of here, what a secret weapon is this..."

However, it was too late to say anything. The big tongue threw the peach wood sword aside, and the hanged ghost laughed proudly, as if he was very happy that he could take off the peach wood sword. However, at this time it opened its mouth wide and stuck out its tongue, smiling a little vaguely.

But the bright red tongue was not vague and rolled upwards towards the neck of the celestial race.

Qian Chou was really anxious, and two palm thunders attacked immediately. He heard two loud bangs, and the entire space suddenly flashed with white light, and he couldn't see anything clearly...

At the same time, Wanchou suddenly tightened his body and his red tongue stumbled on him!

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