Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Ideas

"The fear of harvesting can become stronger, the killing of tricks can become stronger, and the spread of the beacon can also become stronger. Is this a black disaster?"

Departure Paradise.

Lin Hun, who returned from Eternal Silence City, felt a steady stream of fear.

The look is inexplicable.

Now he finally knew why the black disaster was called a mobile disaster.

Because of the strength to reach the black disaster.

Then you can set up a beacon of terror.

As long as the fear is absorbed, the black catastrophe will continue to grow stronger even if it does nothing.

The speed of this kind of strength improvement is not conceivable by the existence of blood and white grievances.

At the same time, the power possessed by the Black Disaster is also an existence beyond the reach of these two levels.

"Huh, then the next time is accumulated."

Achieving the black disaster, Lin Hun got a bit of self-preservation.

At least ordinary existence can no longer pose a threat to him.

"Before accumulating, it's time to settle the 27 hatreds."

Sitting on the sofa and looking at a thriving paradise of death, Lin Hun's mouth curled up.

It's not too late for a gentleman to avenge him in ten years.

Now that he has been promoted to the black disaster, it is time to find a photographer to settle an account.

Lin Hun hasn't forgotten the care of this guy.

Now that I have the strength, I naturally want to retaliate back as soon as possible.

Except for the photographer.

The fairy tale prince, the bear child, has to be dealt with too.

There are also paper people.

This guy did not find him happy, he also had to teach him a lesson.

"Uh, are there so many black disasters that have hatred with me?"

I usually didn't pay attention, but Lin Hun realized that there were a lot of black disasters that had hatred with him.

"take it easy.

Shaking his head, Lin Hun took out the ghost coffin.

Yin Shuang'er just contacted him through the ghost coffin and said that he would surprise him.

He wanted to see what was going on.

Open the coffin lid and walk in.

Lin Hun once again came to the ghost village where paper money was flying.

"Um?"

As soon as he entered the ghost village, he found something was wrong.

This existence made of paper now has many real auras in many places.

Many buildings have also been replaced with normal masonry structures.

"what's the situation?

Lin Hun frowned slightly when he noticed that.

The ghost bride Yin Shuang'er is a black calamity scam, and the ghost village represents her domain.

Now her domain has undergone such a change.

Lin Hun really doesn't know if this means good or bad.

thinking.

He has come to Lin Mansion.

"Welcome Master to return home~"

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard the sweetness enough to greet with three pluses.

Looking up, at the gate of Lin Mansion, I don't know when there were two blonde girls.

They wore black cheongsams and light makeup on their faces.

At this time, he was looking at Lin Hun who was walking with a very strange look.

"Who are you?"

After a moment of silence, Lin Hun asked sternly.

Both of these girls seem to be slender and beautiful.

But in their bodies, Lin Hun felt a deep red and black spiritual aura.

They are sly.

And it's dangerous and treacherous near the black disaster level.

Such a guy actually came to the ghost village.

It doesn't work if he doesn't care.

"I am Arlo."

"My name is Sandy."

"We are the maid of Shuang'er.

Seeing Lin Hun's solemn expression, the two blonde girls couldn't help laughing and introduced themselves.

"Forehead."

Hearing these two familiar names, Lin Hun couldn't help being silent. He took a deep look at these two guys and shook his head.

Walked towards the inside of Lin Mansion.

He knew that Yin Shuang'er would answer his question clearly.

See his movements.

Ai Luo and Sandy looked at each other and followed together.

Feeling their movements, Lin Hun didn't say anything.

Although both of them are close to the black disaster level.

But no matter how close to the black disaster, it is not a black disaster.

Unless you have divine power like yourself.

Otherwise, for the black disaster, the existence below the black disaster cannot pose a threat to them.

Walking in the corridor of Lin Mansion.

Lin Hun saw several girls with different looks and styles.

They wore all kinds of China style women's clothing.

They all held Lin Hun with a very strange look.

The look seemed greedy, but it was not so obvious.

I like it, but 770 has something else.

If you use any words to describe it.

Lin Hun felt that these guys seemed to greet him.

With the look that looked like a female cat in spring, his scalp was numb.

"Where did these guys come from?"

Biting his head and heading to the backyard, Lin Hun finally saw Yin Shuang'er.

At this time, she was drinking morning tea under the service of two sisters who were also nearly black disaster grade.

Seeing Lin Hun's appearance, she put down the tea cup in her hand and greeted him.

"Msang Gong, you are here."

"Um."

Nodded, and touched her smooth and cold face, Lin Hun glanced around, and he found a total of fourteen girls near the black disaster grade wearing various clothes, all came here.

"You want to surprise me, is it them?"

"Um."

Nodded, leaning against Lin Hun's strong chest, Yin Shuang'er said softly.

"They are the fourteen princesses of the fairy tale prince. They are all poor children. I took them to your hands. From now on, they will be yours. You can do whatever you want."

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