Super Comic System

"Hmph! Butterfly fan, you are jealous!" Dan Suhe snorted coldly and said with a light smile.

"What's the matter? One day, I will find a man who is a thousand times and ten thousand times better than you. Then, you will cry!" Gui Ziyan shook the fan in her hand with a trace of jealousy. Said.

"Okay! I'll wait and see, now my son has reached the age of marrying a wife, why... do you want me to introduce it to you?" Liu Ying knocked on the cigarette feces in the pipe, and snorted.

"That's right! My son has reached the age of marrying a wife, and I can introduce you to you if you want!" Tong Yue lifted up the red cheongsam on her body and said with a smile.

"Fuck off, I still treat you as good sisters? You guys actually laughed at me!" Gui Ziyan stroked her fan and curled her lips, but she seemed to have thought of something and looked at Dan Suhe on the side. .

"Soho, after so many years, has your daughter found it?"

When Gui Ziyan asked this question, Liu Ying and Tu Yue also put away their smiles and looked at Dan Suhe with serious expressions.

"Hey!" I saw Dan Suhe sighed and shook his head. The cold color on Shen Ao's face beside her hardly disappeared for a while, and gradually climbed up with a touch of discomfort.

Gui Ziyan found that they were still looking for no results, so she went silent.

Boom!

At this time, a strange bell rang.

Boom!

The first bell just disappeared, and then another ringing sounded. Although Xiao Zimo sounded nothing, the Yan Mo and others around him were not that normal.

Yan Mo and the others saw a moment of stray eyes, standing still on the spot, leaving two rows of clear tears inexplicably.

"Huh? What's the matter?" Xiao Zimo looked around and found that not only Yan Mo and others would be like this, almost everyone's eyes showed a loose look.

Boom!

Another bell rang.

"There is a problem with the bell!" Xiao Zimo widened his eyes, looked down at his body, and found that he had not received any harm.

Why hasn't I been affected by the bell?

Xiao Zimo murmured, the light in his eyes flashed by.

Click!

He saw him cut Yan Mo's neck with a hand knife.

Zheng!

Yan Mo's eyes gradually became clearer, and she looked at Xiao Zimo suspiciously, "Zimo, I...what's wrong with me?"

Boom!

Another bell rang, Yan Mo's eyes became scattered again, and Xiao Zimo had no choice but to cut another hand knife on her neck.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Yan Mo, it's too late to explain, cover your ears first." Xiao Zimo couldn't wait to say as soon as Yan Mo finished speaking.

Yan Mo nodded. She believed in Xiao Zimo's words, and immediately covered her ears.

Boom!

After a while, another bell rang.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared beside a top jade chair.

"Listening to the bell, I knew it was you, an old ghost who was crying all day long." It is strange that the cultivator below is sitting on top of the jade chair, except that Xiao Zimo will have no problem listening to the bell. There is no problem with several of the top of the God of War rankings.

Liu Ying spit out a mouthful of eye circles and glanced at the figure.

"All day long I know I'm taking you this broken clock." Ye Zhiqiu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, stroked his beard on his chin, and said lightly.

At the same time, he raised the stick in his hand and slammed it on the ground with a muffled noise.

At this moment, when the cultivators underneath heard the muffled sound, their eyes were still loose, suddenly all of them regained their clarity.

They saw tears on their faces and wiped them hurriedly.

And the figure standing in front of the top jade chair placed the huge and worn-out clock behind him on the ground aside, and squatted down on the chair.

Click!

Behind him appeared a white strip of cloth, which read:

The wild monk wanted to stop listening to Zen, and the sound of the bell in the evening was shocking.

"He... he is... the death knell monk, let go!" The cultivators underneath recovered and looked up at the poem of the white cloth behind the middle-aged man sitting on the top of the jade chair with a dull expression. To say.

"What! He... is he the death knell monk Gui Shih? This time I finally saw the real person!"

"I heard that every time he appeared, there was a ring of bells, and then there was no more..."

"Almost few people have seen him in his true colors, and most of them are dead!"

"Yes! If you don't look at the clock beside him and the strip of cloth behind him, hardly anyone will recognize it!"

While the cultivators underneath were still chatting, Shi Ha on the top jade chair slowly spoke:

"If it weren't for that, I wouldn't be too lazy."

After speaking, he held his head with one hand, closed his eyes and stopped speaking.

"Crying ghost, I am coming..."

At this moment, a gloomy voice sounded, and then, a layer of black mist was rolled up beside Shi An. After a while, a figure stood beside him with a black coffin behind him.

"Yeah! Qin Yichou? You are here too, then sit down!" Shi An pointed to a jade chair next to him, and said lightly.

"Hehehe...you are still the same as before, with a crying face, no wonder others want to say that about you..." Qin Yichou smiled sly, put the coffin behind him on the ground, turned around and sat down directly On the top jade chair, the bipod rests on the coffin in front of him.

Click!

A white strip of cloth appeared behind him, which read:

The corpse filled the Han River and even Jingfu, and the coffin was not wearing a scarlet shirt.

"He...he...he..."

When the few practitioners below saw Qin Yishou ~www.NovelMTL.com~, they were all so surprised that they couldn't say a word, they just looked at him with a dull expression.

"He's not... he's not... that..."

Gudong!

Xiao Zimo below may clearly feel that some cultivators are secretly swallowing, eyes full of shock.

"Who is he?" Xiao Zimo frowned and looked at the pale middle-aged man, confused.

Suddenly, the corners of his clothes seemed to be torn off. Xiao Zimo turned his head and found that it was Yan Mo. She opened the mouth in shock.

"He...he is the coffin on the pillow, Qin...Qin Yishou!" The words were deeply shocked.

"The corpse on the pillow, Qin Yi sorrow?" Xiao Zimo murmured, staring at him without blinking, but he didn't see how good he was.

"There was a saying in the practice world at that time, that is...Never provoke Yan Wang, don't make Qin Yi worry! The Yan Wang wants you to die for three shifts, but the corpse coffin can protect you until five shifts!