All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

"You are courting death."

Ning condensed divine power in his two palms, rotated them alternately, and slapped the ground. The divine power quickly spread from the soles of his feet, burning all the insects hiding in the grass.

This time it wasn't the smell of burning, but the sound of a man's heart breaking.

"I can't bear to see others sad," Ning Zhi moved in front of him, kicked up the scimitar, blocked it with the back of his hand, and stabbed the sharp blade straight into the man's chest, "So you must die."

He clapped his hands and went back to the coffin. He wanted to take another look but found that the coffin lid had been closed and even the fog around it had mostly dissipated.

And those who had disappeared also reappeared.

But they are all dead.

Except for the man who had just attacked him, the rest of the sedan bearers and coffin bearers died in one place.

For safety reasons, Ning Zhi did not get close, but just took a quick glance and found no obvious wounds.

He remembered what the sedan bearer had said, "It's a ghost."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a brutal force pushed him into the sedan chair.

His back hit the sedan hard, making Ning Zhi feel dizzy.

The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted without wind, which surprised him.

Just when I was about to ask the system what was going on, I saw the furry ball in my sea of ​​consciousness.

[God... God, don't be afraid of me, I will protect you! ]

Maoqiu was so scared that he was shaking, but he was still waving a knife around pretending to be brave, which made Ning Zhi burst out laughing.

[Don't be afraid, I'm a god, not afraid of ghosts.] He gathered his divine power into a ball and wrapped it around his testicles. Although it didn't have any real effect, it could put the stupid general at ease.

Ah……

A strange chuckle suddenly sounded in the sedan, and Ning Zhi's throat tightened.

I don't think that what you say will happen.

"Fuck!"

Ning Zhi was suddenly lifted up by a force and pressed against the sedan chair, with a heavy feeling on his back.

But he was the only one in the sedan chair.

The feeling of losing control made him panic, and he reflexively raised his hand to attack, but the force grabbed the tassel on his wrist, lifted it up, and wrapped it around a corner of the sedan.

Now Ning Zhi's arms were lifted up, and the force was behind him, sneaking around with unknown purpose.

"Who is pretending?"

Ning Zhi was sure that he was not hallucinating. There was just a young man's laughter.

But no one replied to him.

Instead, his robe was lifted up, and the cool breeze brushed against his legs, making him shiver.

Ning Zhi looked down, cursed, and shook his arm, causing the tassels to rustle.

What the hell is this dress?

Why put it in neutral?

[Tongzi, what on earth is going on in this dimension? What on earth is this pervert next to me? ]

[Logically speaking, there are no ghosts in this plane. Even the witch god is just a belief. This ghost... should not belong here. ]

There was clearly nothing there, but Ning Zhi felt a cool breeze blowing on the back of his neck.

Although it's not cold, it's still creepy.

Not to mention his robe was getting higher and higher.

The silver ornaments on her body were rolled up by her robe, making a jingling sound.

His divine power was also suppressed, and he was passive everywhere.

"This... ghost brother, can you please stop touching me? It doesn't scare me at all."

Ning Zhi realized that his words were somewhat provocative only after he finished speaking, and it was too late to make amends.

"..."

The good news is that he can move his hands.

The bad news is that he was completely overturned.

The wide robe was open, and the intricate silver ornaments stuck to the skin, feeling cold and irritating.

Ning Zhi suddenly realized something was wrong. This thing didn't look like it was trying to scare him...

No matter how you look at it, I want to sleep with him!

Does this matter no longer distinguish between species?

Even ghosts can do it?!

Ning Zhi couldn't believe it and accepted his incompetence.

Divine power condensed instantly and struck in the direction ahead.

It was obvious that the divine power was blocked.

There really is something there!

He quickly turned over and retreated to a corner of the sedan chair, his messy robe sliding off his shoulders, half covering and half revealing.

"If you come any closer I'll kill you."

Ning Zhi felt a little guilty when he said this, because he really didn't know where the ghost came from to kill him.

The curtain of the sedan chair was moving, and the force had not left yet.

【God! 】

Ning Zhi was knocked to the ground, and an invisible force pressed down his arms, making him unable to move.

A slight chill moved along his neck, and his expression changed instantly.

A hand reached behind his waist, so cold that it had no temperature at all.

"Go away!"

He shouted, and the curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly opened.

The moment Ning Zhi saw the person coming, he suddenly felt lighter.

But he lost consciousness in an instant.

"Messenger! Messenger!"

The man was wearing a piccolo with the emblem of the Protoss clan printed on it.

"It's really unlucky. Not only did the coffin collide with the wedding sedan, but so many brothers died. This is not a messenger, but a disaster!"

The man spat, left the sedan chair, and asked the others to carry the sedan chair and coffin back.

The man carrying the coffin patted the coffin and said, "This coffin is really good. The long poles of the sedan chair were broken, but it is still intact. Even the coffin lid is still sealed well."

"The elder is kindhearted and feels sorry for the young master's lack of fortune, so of course he chose a good coffin for him."

"Stop talking and leave quickly. It's so dark and scary here."