Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, when the nephew appeared in front of her, she was shocked!

Her upper body is called 淳贵人, and Murong Hanxuan is still a favorite.

"How is the girl, not bad!" The scorpion forked, with a sweet smile: "The eight characters are full, I just saw her folding the orchid as soon as I walked through the wall, I thought I was fortunate enough to fold her. It!"

Luo Ding did not hold back and laughed: "Can you!"

"However, what is the girl's dress?" The blind man looked at her up and down: "Like a fairy."

"because……"

When the dust was not finished, it was interrupted by the sudden sound.

"Return my doll, still my doll..." A woman on the street shouted with an empty rucksack.

The surrounding gossip crowds are gradually coming up –

"I heard that someone lost a doll last night!"

"This is okay, the green flower of the West Street of the day before did not know what the devil, killing his own mother."

"Right right! I also heard it. And the big birch tree began to drop blood again in the past few days. Yesterday, some officers and men said that they would come and cut it. Today I heard that the officers and soldiers suddenly became violent..."

"Scorpio, it’s a ghost town..."

......

"Xunzi, these are all people who do it, and shouldn't be your son!" Luo fell and frowned, so bizarre things must be done by ghosts.

Since I intend to become a hero in the eyes of ordinary people, naturally I must know ourselves and know each other and win every battle.

"This is another group of ghosts. Thirty-three are all ghosts." The scorpion brows and micro-motions: "The people in the city thought that these spiritual events appeared because the gods summoned the ghost army. These are simply Murong. Han Xuan and the witches made up."

“Oh?” Luo said with a sigh of relief: “Why is that?”

"This is also the story that I listened to the company. In the past, the son of the scum of the son of Murong, in order to shape his image of heroic and good-will, buried the 33 soldiers who had already surrendered. The son was very angry after knowing this, but If you are a younger brother you love, you can only give up!"

As the nephew said, she had a feeling of sorrow for the ghosts in July and a half.

It is still noon now, and the yang is the most prosperous. Those ghosts will not come out naturally, and she will not see them.

If it is at night...

"Why then, after every sacrifice, the ghosts will no longer appear?" Luo said: "It is reasonable to say that Murong should not help them!"

"The son did not help them!" Yanzi said with an angry look: "There is a saying that folks call ghost deeds. Whenever a woman wearing a blood wedding dress is killed by a female ghost, her suffocation will It is full of Kyoto city. At this time, all the devils must retreat, otherwise they will be scattered!"

"I know." Luo Dust suddenly realized: "These things must be known to the witches, so the words of the sacrifices are given every year to cover up the killings that the Murong family once committed!"

It’s really true that there is courage and enthusiasm. That’s why Su’s fall and her baggage are not just the idea of ​​Su Luo and Murong Hanxuan.

Her mother, the witch of the witches, must be quite clear.

This is a big conspiracy, a great conspiracy.

"Xunzi, tonight we went to see the thirty-three ghosts who were buried alive!" Luo smashed his eyes and his eyes were filled with deep chill.