Quick Wear: The Host is a Fox

Chapter 605 Disguise as a man: my uncle is a ghost (25)

The little fox moved his ears, puzzled.

When did the dignified king of Dayan become a ghost?

this person...

She narrowed her blue eyes.

Whether this person is King Heng of Dayan, not sure...

But a ghost, why do you pretend to be a prince when you have nothing to do?

She really couldn't figure it out, so she just curled up and didn't want to.

It didn't take long.

Bai Zhen felt the man's pace stop.

She stuck her head out of her cuff again.

Seeing that the surrounding scene has changed from a ghostly street to a village.

All the ghosts just now disappeared.

There are probably dozens of families in the village.

It is only the second watch.

But almost all the people in the village turned off the lights, and the windows and doors were tightly closed, as if they were afraid of something.

Only occasionally one or two houses were still lit, the candles were dimly lit, and the shadows of the two children were reflected in the windows.

They clung to each other, trembling-shaking and looking terrified.

The faint candlelight flickered.

Then a night wind blew.

Suddenly.

Went out.

Bai Zhen shrank her neck, always feeling that this place is very strange.

When I looked up at the man, I saw him dressed in red standing under a bright full moon, with a handsome face like a god, but more like a demon, coquettish like a flower on the other side of hell.

For some reason, looking from her angle, the lines of his profile always seemed more cold and unapproachable than before.

The night wind blew dust.

Teng Teng's murderous aura dissipated invisibly.

"Master, it's almost time."

The man nodded, "Go."

The voice fell.

The figure of Qinghun disappeared.

Bai Zhen just blinked curiously.

Qinghun brought a person back in his hands.

An old lady with silver hair.

She knelt down tremblingly on the ground, crying bitterly, and kowtows her head, "Sir, I have an old bone, it doesn't matter if I die or not, but please, please spare my descendants!

It's been so many years, isn't it enough that the lives of so many of us are worth yours? "

"Noisy." The man waved his hand, and the old lady could only open her mouth, unable to speak.

Bai Zhen frowned.

Even the old lady wants to kill? Is this guy still a man?

But the thought fell apart.

She froze.

Qinghun left and came back again, with another person in his hand.

And behind him, followed by a small group of people, each of whom has one person in their hands.

Count the first one.

Ten people in total.

Among these ten people, there are not only old ladies, but also several middle-aged men and women, and three children.

The child cried out in fear.

Several women knelt there, weeping softly.

The middle-aged men just stared blankly at the noble and coquettish man in front of them, and the cursing words in their mouths were swallowed back when they met his sharp eyes.

The man frowned impatiently.

A chair appeared out of nowhere behind him.

He sat down slowly, took the little fox out of his cuff, and rubbed it in his palm.

Only then did his eyebrows stretch a little.

The voice was still cold, "It's all dealt with."

"Yes, master."

Bai Zhen watched Qinghun walk towards them.

The long sword around his waist was slowly unsheathed, and the blade of the sword touched the little **** the edge.

The girl was so frightened, looking at the sword that glowed with cold light, tears the size of beans hung on her face, so frightened that she even forgot to sob.

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Ah ah ah, I rushed to 3 o'clock yesterday, got up at 7:30 and continued to rush, today's update is late, sorry little fairies~

There will be another chapter in a while, but after 12 o'clock