"Looking for death—" An Hun swung his right hand hard, and the dark red whip struck hard in her direction.
Luo Qingchen narrowed her eyes, casually raised her folding fan and hooked her whip directly, with a faint smile on her lips and said: "With such little skills, you still want to set up a ring and act as a messenger of black and white, how ridiculous!"
As soon as the sound fell, she waved her left hand, and the blue light burst out from where the fan was folded, gradually wrapping around the underworld whip in An Hun's hand.
She just snorted softly, and the whole string burned like a will-o'-the-wisp and disappeared in an instant.
"You..." An Hun yelled, with a sinister look in his eyes. He looked at her word by word and said, "I'll let you see the consequences of forcing someone to stand up for someone else."
At this moment, her right hand transformed into a dragon soul mirror. Wherever the mirror's white light hit, all the ghosts were covering their chests with extremely painful expressions.
Luo Qingchen narrowed her eyes and said, "I have never seen a mirror more terrifying than a bronze mirror in my life."
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She squinted her eyes, and the exquisite ring in her right hand filled the sky with golden light. Countless talisman fragments only surrounded Anhun, and the fooling around seemed even more painful.
The soul is wandering, approaching the edge of being exterminated.
The Exquisite Ring is an object of the Sun, and to ghosts it is an invisible artifact that kills them.
An Hun's face turned pale instantly, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. As a ghost, she naturally couldn't stand the attack of this kind of solitude.
The dragon soul mirror in her hand emitted a dim red light to block it, but it still made her breathless.
Luo Qingchen was in great pain when he saw the hideous faces of the gangsters around him. He frowned and took back the exquisite ring. The golden light disappeared, and the dragon ghost mirror fell to the ground like broken copper and iron.
"You are a brave man who dares to damage the Dragon Ghost Mirror. I tell you, you will never leave Wangui City in your life." At this time, An Hun's face was extremely ugly.
Her lips trembled unconsciously, she gasped for air every time she spoke, and her eyes were full of resentment.
After all, she is used to being the boss in this city of ten thousand ghosts. As long as the ghost king doesn't come, she can decide everything here.
After all, this place belongs to the black and white zone between the underworld and the human world, and many rules and regulations have no effect here.
Now, just when she was about to teach those two Mengyuan and Dong'er who had been seducing the Ghost King all day long, a masked man appeared on the way.
She is neither a fool from Wangui City nor an ordinary person.
She held two artifacts on her body, one of which she could clearly feel was from the underworld.
When Luo Qingchen heard this, he yawned lazily. There was a slight mist in her eyes, but her movements stopped for a moment.
Once upon a time, that person also liked to put on such a lazy expression.
His expression was indifferent, and it was often difficult to see what was in his blue eyes.
It was probably when she was on the stage of life and death that she truly understood some of his inner thoughts.
Underneath that sinister and fearless appearance, there is an extremely fragile heart, afraid of her leaving, afraid of her death...
Whenever she thought of this, she was too lazy to waste time with the ghost in front of her.
The next second, she raised her eyebrows slightly and said: "It seems that this dragon ghost mirror is a good thing, but it's a pity that the owner is too weak to have any effect."
At this time, Dong'er slowly stood up. Holding his chest, he looked at her with a weak breath of jealousy and said: "If this girl is not fooling around, please leave quickly. The Ghost King will be here soon. This bitch is one thing in front of us, and another in front of the Ghost King. Be careful of being framed by her." (To be continued)