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Chapter 200 The Ghost Lord Begs For Mercy
Seeing that the Rakshasa ghost did not speak for a long time on Wednesday, he was afraid that she would waver again, so he said in a somewhat blunt tone: "Su Yunfang, I will leave here after dawn. My task is completed, how about you? To this scumbag Is the remaining feeling unfinished, or do you really ignore those who really want to help you? Are you really willing to be used like this, and even willing to let yourself be wiped out for something like him? Can't you make a choice yourself?!"

The Rakshasa ghost looked back at him, with an extremely cruel smile on his face: "You misunderstood, I was just thinking, should I let him die by the knife, or let his extremely dirty Get your heart out!"

Zheng Zhirong saw that she was determined to kill him, and when he narrowed his eyes, his heart immediately became ruthless, and a cloud of ghostly aura rose all over his body.

It's just that before he could make a move, he was dispelled by a few words on Wednesday.

"That's right! A ghost master must have the spirit of a ghost master! This is the right reaction for you! Come on, show me your skills, let me see how a little boy who relies on soft food can be Ghost Lord! Come on! Do it! I like to watch this kind of senseless resistance when you are about to die, the more you struggle, the more I think you are just an ant!"

In mid-air, the hammer transformed from Wednesday's hand was ready to go.Xiao Qi, the wooden doll of the female ghost after eating, was also wiping her mouth, sitting on the side watching Zheng Zhirong grinning happily.

It seemed that they were all waiting for Wednesday's order, and they would pounce and kill themselves the next moment!
Zheng Zhirong hid behind the ghost soldiers, only dared to peek out with a little bit of his head, he said softly: "Yunfang, you know, I was just bewitched by her...I want your skin, It's just because I miss the days when you were by my side...Yunfang, look at the years of love between our husband and wife..."

Seeing that he admitted his love, Wednesday felt a deep sense of boredom, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Speaking of which, aren't you the ghost master of this side? Didn't you want Su Yunfang to be annihilated? You just now Isn’t it very arrogant when you summon ghost soldiers to kill us? Go ahead and be rampant! Go on shouting! Go on and be your ghost master for the rest of your life!”

Zheng Zhirong was angered by Wednesday's barrage of sarcasm.

He stretched out his head and stared at him, shouting loudly: "Who are you?! Why do you dictate our family affairs?! Get out of my house immediately!"

"Who am I?"

On Wednesday, he looked up at the already pale sky, held up the cinnabar pen in his hand, and shouted at Zheng Zhirong: "I am a man who will do justice for the sky!"

Following his yelling, the evil Rakshasa seemed to be greatly encouraged, and let out a piercing scream at Zheng Zhirong. In the blood-red mist, she turned into her true form as a Rakshasa.

The blood-red body is many times bigger than before, and the black hair has turned into white hair, flying high behind him, his hands are full of long nails like sharp knives, and he flies towards Zheng Zhirong like crazy past!

Knowing that she had finally made up her mind to settle grievances on Wednesday, she took a few steps back and quickly called Xiao Qi back: "Come back, Xiao Qi! Be careful not to splash your blood!"

The evil Rakshasa, who showed his ferocious nature, brandished the golden dagger in his hand, and directly charged into the formation of ghost soldiers.

She didn't have any scruples and soft-heartedness anymore, she slashed left and right and started killing. Many ghost soldiers were frightened by her aura, and they started to run away from the ghost lord Zheng Zhirong one after another.

The blood-red mist on Rakshasa's body gathered more and more, gradually forming a vague shadow behind her, whose body shape and appearance were very similar to her own.One in front of the other, they formed an angle with each other, approaching Zheng Zhirong.

In a panic, Zheng Zhirong quickly opened the folding fan in his hand, and waved it vigorously at her a few times.

It's a pity that apart from fanning out a little wind, it has no effect at all.

The white hair of the Raksha demon covered most of her face, her blood-red eyes stared fiercely at Zheng Zhirong, and a ruthless sneer emerged from the corner of her mouth: "You have been a ghost master for hundreds of years, and you really haven't made any progress at all. I haven't penetrated the usage of this Qiankun Fan until now, I simply can't think highly of you anymore!"

As she spoke, she stretched out her right hand to the folding fan in Zheng Zhirong's hand, and grabbed it out of thin air. As if the paper fan had recognized its owner, it immediately flew into the palm of the evil Rakshasa ghost.

She caressed Zizi very lovingly, looking at her former husband, there was no tenderness and affection in her eyes, replaced by endless coldness: "I didn't despise you at the beginning, but you are just a low-level evil spirit. The magic weapon and the ability are all handed down, but what about you?
You just want to cling to my uncle and use me to be the ghost master of this side!Addicted to wine and sex and the seduction of that vixen, he wants to get rid of me.This Qiankun Fan has been in your hands for so long, yet you still don't know how to use it... How ridiculous!If so, then you die! "

The folding fan in the Raksha ghost's hand suddenly flipped up and down a few times, and instantly changed from a very ordinary-looking white paper fan into a fan with blue light all over its body. Countless steel needles shot out from the top of the fan. Run to Zheng Zhirong!

Zheng Zhirong, whose yin qi was already inferior to that of Rakshasa ghosts, couldn't dodge the attack of the steel needles at all, and was nailed to the wall by those steel needles almost instantly.

He had more than a dozen wounds all over his body, bleeding black blood.

Zheng Zhirong's complexion changed drastically, fearing that today would be his own death day, even though he couldn't move his whole body, he still gave himself a chance to survive: "Yun Fang, I really know I was wrong! I also know that you will never forgive me again, I promise, as long as you let me live, I will immediately get out of Bailing Town and never come back, I promise!"

Watching the expression of the Rakshasa ghost on Wednesday, he used a cinnabar pen to transform a huge steel knife, which quietly hung above Zheng Zhirong's head. As long as she hesitated, the steel knife would immediately cut down the scumbag's body. head!

At this time, the rakshasa evil spirit restrained his fierce appearance, and turned into a dignified appearance in a blue dress, but his beautiful hair was still white, as if it would never change back.

A young and beautiful woman with a snow-white bun on her head would not look too strange in reality, but in such an environment... no matter how you look at it, there is an indescribable sense of weirdness!
The evil Rakshasa looked at Zheng Zhirong, chuckled, and didn't take his begging for mercy to heart at all: "It's really interesting for you to say that... my sister's day when you killed me was also such a full moon night... I remember, I also said similar things, as long as you let me go, I would rather leave here and never come back... I even remember how ferocious your smile was at that time, and you said that you must die to feel at ease!"

(End of this chapter)