The moment the screams of the red cotton sounded, the white red shore flower on Lin Cheng's shadow began to shake.

When Lin Cheng was distributing the power of the curse, he thought that his sister Hongmian was the main force in combat, so he gave the power of the curse to his sister Hongmian a little more.

My sister Bai Ling got less curse power, so she woke up later.

It was not until the stimulation of his sister's scream that Bai Ling woke up.

"elder sister!"

An anxious voice of a young girl came from the white red shore flower.

The white flower on the other side is called Mandalahua, which is the flower in the sky that has beautiful colors and fragrances from the Buddha.

The mandala flower blooms in the vast Buddha's voice, and the pure white and flawless petals fall.

The white petals merge into a girl in white dress.

She is a female ghost with her beautiful sister Hongmian.

But Bai Ling doesn't make people scare.

She couldn't even feel the gloomy aura.

She and her sister also have a peerless face.

It is not like the weirdness, disaster, death and separation of red cotton.

Bai Ling is the beauty that is untainted by the mortal world, the innocence of children and the purity of angels combined.

From her, you can see the most essential beauty.

Her beauty will only calm people's hearts, but will not make people feel evil.

But Lin Cheng is different.

Seeing such a pure girl.

He just wanted to possess her hard and leave his mark on every inch of her skin.

Xiaobailing didn't notice Lin Cheng's evil eyes, and she was all focused on her sister.

She raised her little face and looked at her sister fighting in the sky. She ran towards her worriedly, but was hugged by Lin Cheng from behind.

Amid the girl's scream, Lin Cheng picked up her horizontally with his right hand in the crook of her legs.

Bai Ling's clear and flawless face blushed and she whispered: "...Master...you..."

Lin Cheng smiled and said, "What am I?"

Bai Ling thought about it, bit her lower lip, looked at him pitifully, and begged, "Please help my sister."

"It's okay, your sister is very strong, don't worry about her." Lin Cheng comforted.

"But……"

Bai Ling stopped halfway through speaking and glanced at him timidly, for fear that he would be angry.

"Nothing, you have to believe me."

Lin Cheng pushed away the white hair on her face and stroked his fingers across her white and tender little face.

This little girl ghost is very different from the one in the Ruins before.

It used to be cold as dead, but now it has the warmth of a living person.

Lin Cheng gently kissed her forehead and gently touched her little head.

Bai Ling's soft white hair feels really good.

Lin Cheng felt that he couldn't stop touching it.

“Woo~”

Bai Ling couldn't help but make a comfortable sound.

She closed her eyes, her long and slightly curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pink and jade-carved little face was hot, and she said vaguely:

"…Bai Ling…Believe in the master…”

When Lin Cheng touched his head, she was a little resistant at first and was not used to it.

Lin Cheng could feel her slender body was a little stiff, and her two thin calves were stretched straight.

Gradually she adapted, her tense body relaxed, and her thin calves swung around Lin Cheng's arms.

She rubbed her head against his palm like a docile kitten.

This little white-haired girl looks stupid, but seems to be a little smarter than her sister.

...

Red cotton flying in the air.

From her perspective, the bad guy was holding her sister and saw him burying his head in his sister's arms.

It seems to be doing something ugly.

Because it was covered by the back of Lin Cheng's head, Hongmian could not see Bai Ling's face.

She guessed that her sister must be crying.

She was lost for a moment.

The memory that happened in the ruins was played back in her mind.

Ling'er's slender and tender body was lying on the man.

The man was tall and strong, and Ling'er's body became younger and younger.

She seemed to hear Ling'er's heartbreaking cry again.

Hongmian lost his mind for a moment.

...

"Have a chance!"

A fierce light flashed in Erya's eyes.

The clay man also has a lot of anger, let alone a person who is full of evil deeds like him.

He was always pressed and beaten by the red cotton.

He lets breathe.

But unfortunately, this female ghost king was too fierce and could not beat him at all.

The Era can only continuously release the Mist Crow technique to escape.

His golden crow feathered dress changed from a robe to a vest and shorts.

But Hongmian ran in the air too fast while stepping on the road of fire.

He couldn't get rid of her at all.

If this continues, he is completely dying.

Once the golden yuta on the golden yuta's clothes are consumed, he will undoubtedly die.

"Fight!"

Erya took advantage of the opportunity of Hongmian's loss of consciousness and released the fog ruffle technique to teleport behind Hongmian.

He pulled out the Red Crow Knife, and the soul seal folding knife was engraved with the extreme Yang curse pattern, which was miraculous for cursed creatures with Yin attributes.

Without any mercy on the beauty, he waved his knife and slashed the red-haired girl hard on the temple.

Chi.

Blood splashes.

Hongmian's beautiful head was cracked and cracked with one knife.

A bloody mouth that was as deep as a finger appeared on her head.

"I won, I won."

"So what about the Ghost King?"

"It's not my soul under my sword."

The depression in Erya's heart was wiped out and he laughed wildly.

"Are you sure you won?"

Hearing this cold voice, Eja's smile frozen on his face.

Red cotton stands barefoot on the other side of the shore floating in the air.

The healing ability of ghosts is already very strong.

And she is the king of all ghosts.

This injury is nothing to her.
To be continued...