Super Comic System

"Hmph! Butterfly Fan, you are jealous!" Dan Suho snorted coldly and said with a light smile.

"What's the matter, one day, I will find a man who is a thousand times better than you, and you can cry!" Gui Ziyan shook the fan in her hand, with a trace of jealousy Said.

"Okay! I'll wait and see. Now that my son has reached the age of marrying a wife, why...do you want me to introduce you?" Liu Ying tapped the puff of smoke in the bong and laughed.

"Yes! My son has reached the age of marrying a wife. I can introduce you to you if you want!" Yan Yue lifted the red cheongsam on her body and said with a smile.

"Get out, I still think of you as good sisters? You actually joined forces to laugh at me!" Gui Ziyan stroked her fan and said, but she seemed to think of something, and looked at Dan Suhe who was on the side .

"Suho, after all these years, has your daughter been found?"

Hearing Gui Ziyan ask this question, Liu Ying and Yan Yue also put away their smiles and looked at Dan Suhe seriously.

"Hey!" Dan Suho sighed and shook his head, the coldness on Shen Ao's face next to her rarely disappeared for a while, and gradually climbed into a tinge of discomfort.

Gui Ziyan found that they were still searching to no avail, so she also fell silent.

Boom!

At this time, a strange bell rang.

Boom!

The first bell just disappeared, and then another one rang. Although Xiao Zimo didn't sound like anything, Yan Mo and the others beside him were not so normal.

I saw Yan Mo and the others' eyes wandering for a while, they stood there motionless, and left two lines of tears inexplicably.

"Huh? What's going on?" Xiao Zimo looked around and found that not only Yan Mo and others were like this, but almost everyone's eyes showed a state of loose eyes.

Boom!

Another bell rang.

"There's something wrong with the bell!" Xiao Zimo's eyes widened, he looked down at his body, and found that he hadn't suffered any harm.

Why was he not affected by the bell.

Xiao Zimo murmured, and the light in his eyes flashed.

Click!

He slashed Yan Mo's neck with a knife.

Zheng!

Yan Mo's eyes gradually became clearer, she looked at Xiao Zimo with a puzzled face, "Zimo, I... what's wrong with me?"

Boom!

Another bell rang, Yan Mo's eyes became loose again, Xiao Zimo had no choice but to slash her neck with a knife again.

"What's wrong with me?"

"Yan Mo, it's too late to explain. Cover your ears first." Xiao Zimo said impatiently as soon as Yan Mo finished speaking.

Yan Mo nodded, she firmly believed in Xiao Zimo's words, and immediately covered her ears.

Boom!

After a while, another bell rang.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, a figure appeared beside a jade chair.

"When I heard the bell, I knew it was you, the old ghost who cried all day long." The strange thing is, except for Xiao Zimo, who will not have any problems after listening to the bell, the practitioners below are sitting on the top chair made of jade. There were no problems with the few strong players on the God of War list.

I saw Liu Ying spit out the circles under her eyes lightly, and glanced at the figure.

"I've been carrying your broken clock all day long." Ye Zhiqiu, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes, stroked his beard, and said lightly.

At the same time, he raised the Zen stick in his hand and slammed it on the ground, making a muffled sound.

At this moment, when the cultivators below heard the muffled sound, their eyes were still scattered, and all of them suddenly regained their clarity.

They all saw tears hanging on their faces, and hurriedly wiped them away.

And the figure standing in front of the jade chair put the huge and dilapidated clock behind him on the ground beside him, and sat on the chair with a hunched body.

Click!

Behind him appeared a white strip of cloth that read:

The wild monk still wanted to abolish Zen listening, and the sound of the evening bell shook people's hearts.

"He...he is...the death knell monk and ghost, Shi'an!" The cultivators below came back to their senses, looked up at the poem on the white cloth strip behind the middle-aged man sitting on the jade chair, their faces were dull said.

"What! Is he... is he the death knell monk Gui Shi'an? This time I finally met the real person!"

"I heard that every time he appeared, there was a bell, and then there was no more..."

"Few people have seen his true face, and those who have seen him are basically dead!"

"Yes! If you don't look at the clock beside him and the cloth strip behind him, almost no one will recognize him!"

While the practitioners below were still chattering, Shi An on the jade chair spoke slowly:

"If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't be too lazy to come out."

After finishing speaking, he held his head with one hand, closed his eyes and stopped talking.

"Weeping ghost, I'm here..."

At this moment, an extremely gloomy voice sounded, and then layers of black mist rolled up beside Shi An, and after a while, a figure stood beside him with a black coffin on his back.

"Huh! Qin Yi is worried? You are here too, so sit down!" Shi An pointed to a jade chair beside him, and said lightly.

"Hey hey...you are still the same as before, with a mournful face, no wonder people say that about you..." Qin Yi smiled sadly, put the coffin behind him on the ground, turned around and sat down on his butt On the jade chair, his legs rested on the coffin in front of him.

Click!

Behind him appeared a white strip of cloth that read:

The corpses were filled in the Han River and even Jingfu, and the heads of the coffins were not covered with scarlet shirts.

"He...he...he..."

When the few practitioners below saw Qin Yichou, they were all so surprised that they couldn't say a word, they just looked at him blankly.

"He's not...he's not...that..."

Gudong!

Xiao Zimo below could clearly feel that some practitioners were swallowing secretly, his eyes were full of shock.

"Who is he?" Xiao Zimo frowned and looked at the pale middle-aged man, confused.

Suddenly, the corner of his clothes seemed to be ripped off by someone. Xiao Zimo turned his head and found that it was Yan Mo. She said in shock:

"He...he is sleeping in the coffin, Qin...Qin Yichou!" There was deep shock in the words.

"Qin Yi is worried about the coffin on the pillow?" Xiao Zimo murmured, staring at him without blinking, but he didn't see how powerful he was.

"At that time, there was a saying in the cultivation world, that is...it is better to provoke the King of Hades than Qin Yi! The King of Hades wants you to die in the third watch, but the coffin can keep you until the fifth watch!"