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Yuan Ya's face, how does it feel to the touch?

Qiu Xiaoye also withdrew his hand, and the nerves of his brain slowly reacted.

I just feel soft and slippery, like a soft puff ball.

But now, Yuan Ya stared at him blankly, Qiu Xiaoye also felt very strange.

If Yuan Ya were an ordinary girl, he would always say a few glib words and make a few hahas to liven up the atmosphere.

But facing Yuan Ya, this little girl was purely like snow that had not been polluted at all, so Qiu Xiaoye couldn't say those strange words.

Had to quickly change the subject.

"What about your mother? Didn't she stop your sister?"

Yuan Ya shook her head, her snow-covered long hair swaying slightly: "My mother died of a serious illness when I was very young."

"Alas." Qiu Xiaoye sighed: "Human beings are always so fragile."

"No, my mother is also a ghost." Yuan Ya said.

"Ah?" Qiu Xiaoye was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Your father is the King of Ghosts, so he is a ghost, right?"

"Yeah." Yuan Ya nodded.

"Then your mother is also a ghost?" Qiu Xiaoye doubted.

"That's right." Yuan Ya said.

"Isn't that right? Ghosts don't have the ability to reproduce?" Qiu Xiaoye was very puzzled.

Yuan Ya couldn't explain clearly either, so he could only say: "Maybe our family is different from other ghosts."

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But it said the other side of the train.

Yuanya's guards and the Elastic Ghosts were still fighting, and Qiu Xiaoye was also brandishing a big knife to stop these assassins as much as possible.

But the sour rot ghost found that Cheng Guhao was rushing towards Yuanya, and he was not far behind and chased after Cheng Guhao.

After all, that little princess is right in front of her eyes, as long as she can bring back what Queen Liyan wanted, then she will definitely get many generous rewards.

Cheng Guhao was a passenger on the train, and Xia Zhihe knew his relationship with Yuan Ya, so he didn't stop him.

But when the sour ghost caught up with him, he didn't hold back, and shouted angrily, "Who are you? I don't remember that there was a level 96 big shot on my train. You must have gotten on the train without buying a ticket!" This is my train, don't be presumptuous on my train!"

As he said that, he swung his fist, and the fist began to extend infinitely, hitting the sour ghost's head.

Of course he knew that he couldn't be the opponent of this masked sour ghost.

But his purpose is to knock this guy off the roof. Now that the train is galloping, as long as he knocks this guy down, there may be a chance to throw him directly behind the train.

But things didn't go as Xia Zhihe wanted.

As soon as his fist touched the sour ghost's skin, it immediately turned into a puddle of pus, and a huge pain ran down his arm to his heart, so painful that he quickly retracted his hand.

The sour rot ghost didn't bother to take care of Xia Zhihe, and went straight to chase in the direction of Cheng Guhao.

But just after taking two steps, he saw two white lights flashing down from the sky, and before he could react, the extremely fast white lights had already slashed at his body, knocking him back five or six meters directly, followed by him There was a dull pain in both ribs.

A man was already standing in front of the sour ghost, his arms turned into sharp steel knives. It was Lu Tian, ​​the special police officer of Yin Kingdom.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Lu Tian looked down at his arms.

Although the two steel knives in his hand hit the sour rot ghost just now, even at such a fast speed, the blades of the steel knives were inevitably corroded.

Then the sharp blade disappeared, and Lu Tian's arms became two blunted iron rulers.

Although the iron ruler could still cause some damage to the Sour Rotten Ghost, but with such a level of blunt injury, the Sour Rotten Ghost would be able to recover by itself in a short while.

"It's really troublesome." Lu Tian said in a hoarse voice with a cigarette in his mouth: "Why did I come across this thing like you? I hate those things that can't be cut. I don't believe it. Really that strong."

While speaking, Lu Tian shook his arms, and with a "shua", the blunted steel knife immediately flashed a sharp blade, as thin as a slender silver wire.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Tian rushed towards the sour ghost at a very fast speed, and the two steel knives fell straight towards the sour ghost's head.