Mysterious World, I Can Change My Destiny

"Big head ghost, do you smell it? What a strong meat smell!"

The girl with the red apron kept sniffling, her eyes flickering with obsession.

The blush-smeared pink face is even more irresistible, showing a hunger and thirst.

"Delicious, delicious! Hurry up! Let's... go eat!"

Obese boys are stupid by nature and only repeat a few words.

"No way, big-headed ghost! The master said that, without his orders, leaving the altar one hundred and fifty paces without authorization...you will be severely punished."

Thinking of Mr. Er's heart-wrenching and ruthless means, the girl shuddered and seemed to be extremely frightened.

Each of them suffered great torment in their lifetime, until they lost their original sanity.

Then it was fed with human blood and food for a hundred days, cultivating a great evil spirit.

After seventy-seven-forty-nine days of refining, he collected various inspirations to cast his soul body.

Only in this way can you practice this door technique, and it is necessary to carry it.

The five-headed little devil is just like the domestic servant raised by the big family.

The second gentleman is the "master" who makes a fortune.

Slaves cannot betray their masters, let alone resist them.

"But it's really fragrant... not only meat, but also other fragrances!"

The girl sniffed lightly, distinguishing yang, essence and vitality from it, and she couldn't stop.

"Fragrant! It's so fragrant!"

The obese boy was even more unbearable, saliva flowing down his black mouth, showing a stupid appearance.

He seemed to be very hungry, and the glutton in his stomach was aroused.

He actually put his finger in his mouth and gnawed it, just like chewing a crispy radish.

"Huh? It seems to be patrolling the camp!"

The girl took a deep breath and was about to turn away.

But the scent was like substance, gently drifting over.

If there is or not, it seems not far, very close.

"Go... eat."

The obese boy clapped his hands hard and couldn't wait.

"Okay, big-headed ghost, you hide to the side! If it is a wicked person, sneak into the shadow and find a chance to fix the other person's figure!"

The girl was clever and cunning, and explained it specially.

"heard it."

The obese boy nodded slowly, his eyes seemed blank.

The two little ghosts floated away following the smell without touching the ground.

After walking less than thirty steps, I saw a wonton stall on the corner.

The hot steam of the soup pot and the fragrance curled up, seducing the strong desire of the girl and the obese boy.

"Two little guest officers, let's have a bowl of wontons, it's delicious!"

The simple and honest old man asked with a smile.

"You're also... a ghost?"

The girl opened her eyes wide, and a big question mark appeared in her small head.

Why is there a wonton stall in the patrol camp of the soldiers and horses? This is not a dark city!

Before it had time to ask, the old man opened the pot, boiling water bubbling out of the heat.

Skillfully fish out more than a dozen cooked wontons, sprinkle with chopped green onion, and pour into the bright soup.

The strong and enticing fragrance made the two little devils' eyes light up and they swallowed frantically.

They are femininity and do not need wine or meat to eat or drink.

In the past, even under the urging of Mr. Er, some people sacrificed blood and food for sacrifice.

But for some reason, this old ghost made a bowl of wontons in person,

Compared with fresh heart meat and pure living popularity, it is more full of temptation.

Seduce the greedy desires of these two little devils!

"Nan, I have no money..."

The girl blinked her black eyes and said pitifully.

"It turns out to be a poor ghost! Then don't eat it!"

The old man's expression changed, and he took back the bowl of wontons decisively.

"grandfather……"

The girl's mouth slumped, as if she was about to cry.

"Don't mess with the relationship! Even my granddaughter has to pay for food!"

The old man had a look of disgust on his face, and shook the rag in his hand, as if to drive away flies.

The fat boy's black mouth opened and closed, and Aba Aba called out.

"eat……"

When the girl saw that the old man selling wontons was not fooled, she became angry and said:

"Useless big-headed ghost! Just know how to eat!

We opened the stall of the old thing and boiled him together! Eat clean! "

It raised two eyebrows, as if angry.

The inferior blush fell down, and a large stream of pink miasma spurted out, trying to fascinate the old man.

The five ghosts refined by Mr. Er have different methods.

Scholar-like qi ghosts can steal qi and inflict bad luck.

The obese boy is an alcoholic who is accustomed to paralyzing his mind and fixing his body.

The girl is a lecher, arousing lust and bewildered.

There are also wealthy ghosts who are the eyes and ears and specialize in protecting the body.

"help!"

The obese boy patted his bulging belly, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of turbid wine.

Straight as a sword, stab away!

Seeing the two little ghosts show their abilities, the old man's arrogance disappeared, and he shrank his neck and shouted:

"Ninth Master! Help!"

Nine masters?

who?

Only then did the girl see a tall figure sitting on the bench behind.

Still a great man!

"Whether in the yang world or the yin world, there is no reason to eat the Overlord's meal!"

The man slung a knife in his right hand, and his robe had exquisite embroidery, and turned around.

The white python on the chest glared furiously, exhaled mist, and emitted a fiery golden red flame.

What a deep dragon and tiger spirit!

"It's an official! Big-headed ghost! The wind is screaming!"

That girl is the most clever, her mouth spit out a pink miasma as a block.

Just take a breath, whether it's a human or a ghost.

They will be fascinated and confused.

The obese boy is greedy by nature, still reluctant to part with that steaming bowl of wontons.

"eat you!"

It opened its white eyes, and its bluish-black swollen face was filled with a vicious aura.

The stout little hands flapped, and the pregnant woman's belly trembled, shooting several turbid water arrows.

Its power is enough to tear apart the flesh and sever gold and iron!

"I'm afraid I'll break your teeth!"

Ji Yuan's eyes were calm, and he was sitting still, his blood was brimming like an oven.

The large tendons beneath the flesh sounded like a strong crossbow being pulled.

The embroidered spring knife was suddenly grasped, and the palm of the hand pulled out with force.

It trembled like a dragon, and the light of the sword was like a sword.

The sharp arrows that the wine turned into were smashed into pieces before they got close!

As the long knife bounced and trembled, it was wrapped in a sharp and strong wind, sweeping across dozens of steps in a radius.

The obese alcoholic had his neck torn open abruptly.

The blue-black swollen head fell like a ball into Old Man An's soup pot.

But for the feminist, the owl's head is not a fatal injury.

I saw the cut in the obese boy's neck, and thick yin gushed out, and a head grew again.

With a look of horror on its face, Abba shouted:

"Fear! Hurry... run away!"

Ji Yuan swung a knife and broke through the superficial means of the drunkard spitting water into arrows.

At the same time, he could probably figure out what the strength of the five little ghosts under Mr. Er's seat were.

He abruptly stood up, and his rich spirituality turned into a golden mark, which appeared in the eyebrows.

It was freezing cold in the middle of the night, and the yin qi rolled around, as if condensed into a substantial wave, slapping out wave after wave.

The girl with the red belly pocket, the obese boy, and the two little devils were even more horrified.

It was as if the towering Taiyue was pressed on the shoulders, and the sturdy soul body formed by Yin Sha was about to burst open.

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ps: First of all, I apologize. I have been in a sluggish situation recently. I have overestimated my ability to withstand pressure. It seems that it is not so easy to handle work and part-time jobs at the same time.

Recently, I have considered quitting my job and becoming a full-time author, but after thinking about it, I feel that it is too risky to try.

After all, as a social animal who has not graduated for a few years, the current state is quite embarrassing.