Picked a Killer as My Wife

Jiang Xiaole attacked one after another, and the ghost soldier he fought couldn't raise his head in the battle.

Jiang Xiaole, who was hit by this thing just now, was also full of depression in his heart. He condensed the spiritual power on the lowering demon pestle, and simply using the lowering demon pestle itself, the ghost soldier captain screamed constantly, but couldn't fight. dead.

This night, Jiang Xiaole had a lot of trouble. At this time, he found a vent. Where would he stop attacking, the guy who hit him one by one kept rolling around.

"Hero, stop, I was wrong, and forgive me." The ghost soldier held his head and begged for mercy. Jiang Xiaole didn't expect this guy to beg for mercy.

His strength is much stronger than that of ordinary ghost soldiers. If Jiang Xiaole hadn’t won with a single move and couldn’t move him, the follow-up would definitely take a lot of effort. Now, under the successive beatings of Jiang Devil Club, this guy The opportunity to resist has long been lost, but Jiang Xiaole can clearly feel that his body has changed from a mixed black to a little transparent and bright, like a ghost, turning into a soul body.

Moreover, Jiang Xiaole could clearly feel that under Jiang Mochu's attack, his body seemed to have been purified, and the whole ghost became clear and thorough.

It seemed that he had regained his senses, and that kind of strong negative energy had disappeared from being beaten by the demonic pestle.

Seeing the ghost captain regained his senses, Jiang Xiaole's heart moved, and he had a special idea, so the movements in his hand slowed down. He said faintly: "It is okay for me to forgive you, but I ask What are you, you have to answer me honestly."

The Captain of the Ghost Soldier has become clearer, but Jiang Xiaole can still see Absolute Sabre. He feels that he is dishonest, so he said coldly: "Now this thing has no spiritual power. If you don't speak well, I will give you a cruel Come on twice and let your soul fly away."

"I'll say it well, I will say it well, please ask me." The ghost soldier's subordinates were cleaned up by Jiang Xiaole, and another ghost soldier rushed over in the distance. The ghost soldier hurriedly begged for mercy: "This lord, please Please forgive them, they are also forced to be helpless, so they have become like this."

Jiang Xiaole asked him to shout, and the ghost soldiers who were still rushing over were stopped by shouting. Jiang Xiaole said: "You have seen my attitude, now you can answer well."

"Yes, thank you, sir, just ask, I will say it honestly."

At this time, when the ghost captain spoke, he answered like a normal person. Jiang Xiaole was very curious. The previous ghost captain was a manic ghost, but now it looks like a normal person. , Looks very normal.

Jiang Xiaole said: "Let your subordinates in the distance stop other ghost soldiers from coming closer."

The captain of the ghost soldiers immediately issued the order according to what Jiang Xiaole said. The ghost soldiers really assembled a battle formation in the distance, and none of them came closer.

Jiang Xiaole saw that he really did what he said, and said with satisfaction: "Good performance, now tell me about yourself."

When asked by Jiang Xiaole, some confusion appeared in the eyes of the ghost soldier captain. He held his head and struggled a few times in pain. After a while, he came to understand, and then said: "My name is Zhao Desheng. , Is the second battalion commander of Shenwuying, villain, villain..." He claimed to be a villain for a long time, but he couldn't say a complete sentence in the next half day. He really couldn't remember it. Later, looking at Jiang Xiaole, his eyes were full of horror.

Jiang Xiaole asked, "You are from Shenwuying, so have you heard of Gu Changqiu?"

"Gu Changqiu!" I don't know why. When he heard Gu Changqiu's name, Zhao Desheng looked like a ghost. His complexion suddenly became calmer. Jiang Xiaole had seen this expression. On the face, the undisguised hatred is so unlucky and obvious.

"If we hadn't met Gu Changqiu, we wouldn't have become the way we are now. The Gu family killed us now. They all deserve to die, and the Zhao family must die."

He kept repeating, a black aura appeared on that hideous face, and powerful negative emotions erupted. After Jiang Xiaole sensed it, he hurriedly hit him with the devil's pestle. Zhao Desheng was constantly beaten. Rolling and screaming, but the black energy has not dissipated. In desperation, Jiang Xiaole can only input his spiritual power into the Jiang Mo pestle again, and forcefully hit Zhao Desheng’s head, the black energy dissipated, Zhao Desheng He was also dizzy and almost knocked to death, and the soul body on his body became much dim.

But he was sober. After seeing him sober, Jiang Xiaole was ready to continue to inquire, whether Gu Changqiu did the above, so that his subordinates have such a terrible hatred.

At this moment, a golden light flew from a distance and came to Jiang Xiaole and the others.

Jiang Xiaole felt that he was a different kind of driving on the road at night. He didn't expect that there would be someone like him who would dare to release the magic of the golden bell at night, like the blood in a pile of flies, so dazzling.

However, the man’s golden shield and the golden bell are very uniquely different. Jiang Xiaole’s golden bell is the power of light, and the other’s shield is not only the power of light, but also some special powers. Looking at it from a distance, it makes people feel as if their hearts are purified, and they feel extremely quiet and peaceful.

After Jiang Xiaole figured out Zhao Desheng, he let him kneel aside. He looked at the top of his head defensively, and a monk fell from the sky.

The monk was not very old, he was fourteen or five years old, and he looked like a child. He was holding an ordinary wooden stick in his hand, a circle of thick beads around his neck, and a ring of small beads in his hands. His eyes were very He is brighter than his bald head.

After arriving in front of Jiang Xiaole, he first gave a gift to Jiang Xiaole. Jiang Xiaole didn't know why he approached, and asked, "I wonder why this little master came?"

When the little monk looked at Jiang Xiaole, he also looked at Zhao Desheng and the ghost soldiers in the distance.

After hearing Jiang Xiaole's questioning, he smiled and pointed to his throat, and then saluted again.

Jiang Xiaole thought he was a mute, and nodded in understanding. The little monk seemed to see Jiang Xiaole's understanding and continued to point to his mouth. Jiang Xiaole really couldn't understand what the monk meant, but he looked at it with doubts. Hold him.

Just when Jiang Xiaole was puzzled, the monk moved, and the wooden stick and Buddha beads in his hand flew to the sky.