Horror Recovery: SS-Class Drunk Ghost Bride At The Start

Liang Kun's eyes were shocked, and a strong sense of frustration swept his heart.

Obviously Su Bei is a rookie like him, why is his fighting power so strong.

It was him... no, he didn't even have the courage to throw a fist at Li Gui.

At this moment, the killing intent to get rid of Su Bei was extremely fierce.

Baya is incredible.

Since entering the thriller game, she has always regarded Specter as a beast of a flood.

And now, Li Gui, whom she feared so much, fell in front of Su Bei.

And she knows more than Liang Kun.

Su Bei had once told her that it was only his third round of the game.

How on earth did Su Bei do it?

The players were horrified that Su Bei had knocked out Li Gui's strength with one punch.

The prince was stronger than the king crab, and was only slightly surprised by Su Bei's strength.

He was even more annoyed that,

Su Bei earned enough attention with a performance.

If he hadn't known what kind of rotten king crab was, he would have thought it was a double reed played by the two.

The flower name contest is coming to an end soon,

Prince and Su Bei received far more votes than others.

till the end,

The number of flower name letters in the glass box in front of Su Bei rose rapidly and piled up into a mountain.

And soon exceeded the height of the letter paper in the Prince's glass box.

Although it has nothing to do with it, the players are still agitated.

Unexpectedly, Su Bei really had to defeat that handsome blond ghost.

The prince's eyes were calm, even when he saw Su Bei's letterhead surpassing himself.

"You're great, but you can't possibly win me."

The prince secretly compared the number of three to Princess Zheng with his fingers.

Princess Zheng nodded solemnly, and suddenly shocked all four:

"I'm going to give the prince 3 million yuan in cash to see how my prince loses."

Three million coins?

"Hey! What a big hand."

"It is said that Princess Zheng spends a lot of money and is a frequent visitor to the prince. No wonder she does this."

"Hehe, just playing with a man. Even if you have money, it's not such a waste. You must have colluded with the prince to swipe tickets."

"It doesn't matter, making customers' money is also money, and the cowherd's money is also money. Anyway, the boss doesn't lose money."

Three million coins are enough to exchange for 30,000 pieces of flower name paper. Naturally, it is impossible to really take out so many flower name papers.

The centipede female ghost smiled happily and danced wildly with her hands and feet:

"Come on, hurry up and get three hundred silver flower orders."

One silver flower order is worth 100 ordinary flower name papers.

A piece of silver flower order made of ghost silver was thrown into the glass box in front of the prince.

In an instant, the tide turned, and the prince had far more votes than Su Bei.

Moreover, with such a large difference, Su Bei had little chance to turn over.

"Thank you, Princess Zheng, and thank you friends for your support!"

The prince stood up excitedly and bowed all around, tears welling up in his eyes.

It's as if he's already considered himself a winner.

The tears were real, because the reward was from his own savings.

Few people know that Princess Zheng is actually his sister.

Every month I come to the store to spend, and now I use the prince's own money as a reward.

Where do so many big customers come from, just to trick small customers into slaughtering them.

He was very open to this, anyway, after he became famous, he could make money back casually.

"What's wrong with swiping tickets, I have contributed to making more money in the store manager's pocket, and others can't swipe if they want to!"

Baya and others are very sorry, Su Bei is too wrong for this defeat.

Liang Kun gloated: "You deserve it, I can't get the reward, you can't get it, you have wasted so much hard work."

Su Bei was very calm.

Looking at the time, his guests should also be here.

"Su Bei, Su Bei, I'm late, just got stalked by my mom."

"Fortunately, I was clever and got rid of her."

The young and pretty, bright and romantic cheongsam ghost lady came gracefully.

"Where is this little brat from, let's go back and drink milk, this is not the place you should come."

A smoky makeup female ghost advised Yiyun.

The aura of Yiyun's S-rank Specter was in full swing, and the female ghost was so frightened that she took a step back.

Yiyun went straight to Su Bei and asked softly, "Are you the upper hand or the lower right now?"

Su Bei poured her a glass of milk-flavored ghost wine and handed it over: "It's three million votes short of him."

Yiyun hummed and said, "It's not up to me in the end."

The prince shook his head, where did the son find such a brat.

"You don't plan to make up for the three million votes for the young master."

Yiyun put down the cup domineeringly and wiped the milk from the corner of his mouth.

"Three million? How is that possible!"

"I'll give you four million to beat you!"

Everyone shook their heads and laughed, no one believed such a kid.

Only the centipede female ghost shouted seriously:

"Miss Yiyun casts four hundred silver flower orders for the son!"

The people and ghosts around were dumbfounded. Isn't this kid joking?

A ghost instantly recalled something when he heard the name, and his face changed.

"Yiyun, isn't this the name of the young master of the Yamaguchi Club?"

"So I remembered that all the shops in Fengqing Street have to pay the Yamaguchi Society social protection fee."

"That's no wonder, the deputy store manager must have recognized Miss Yiyun."

The grimace of the prince's winning ticket finally changed color.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The son actually hooked up with the young master of the Yamaguchi Club.

Before they could recover, another ghost came.

"Sir, I'm here to cheer for you."

The mature female ghost with her hair tied in a bun and covered with a veil slowly floated over.

"mom?"

The arrogant Yiyun subconsciously lost his voice when he looked at the familiar figure.