The Demonic King Chases His Wife: The Rebellious Good-for-Nothing Miss

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hateful!

The spirit of the emperor is so eager to see a dragon chair!

On the handle of the dragon chair, there was a faint black smoke.

"嗡-"

A slight voice rang in the night sky.

However, Lingdi was angry and did not notice that until the black gas ejected from the dragon chair formed a black virtual shadow, standing straight in front of the spirit.

When the Emperor looked up and saw the illusion in front of him, he was shocked!

Because this black phantom was covered in a black cloak, his head was lowered, the whole face could not be seen, and the cloak fell to the ground, and the feet could not be seen.

However, it is obvious that a terrible deterrent is shrouded in the spirit.

"You, you, who are you? How did you come in?!" Lingdi's face was pale, and he rushed outside. "Come on! Come on!"

The black cloak mystery slowly raised his head.

"what!"

Lingdi screamed!

In fact, the strength of the spirit is not low, but when the emperor has been a long time, more and more life.

This face is really terrible to say.

Because this face has no eyes, no nose, no mouth... More precisely, it looks like a fake face with a white mask.

At first glance, it is like a ghost in the legend.

Lingdi was scared to slip off the dragon chair, and the whole body was shaking: "You, you, who are you?! How did you come in?! What do you want to do?!"

The spirit emperor yelled in his heart, and the people outside were dead. He called so loudly, and none of the outside people actually came in?

"The main **** of the undead." The sound of the light sounded.

"Death, Death, Undead Lord God?!" Lingdi’s heart trembled a little. "Is it the legendary ghost god? The Lord, the Lord, the Lord God in the undead world?"

In fact, when the Spirit Emperor asked, he already believed, because the undead Lord God, the cold and strange breath, was lost in the entire hall, and even invaded into his body meridians!

"I, I, am I going to die? Are you going to take me away?" Lingdi was scared and his mind was blank and his body was stiff.

The undead Lord did not answer, but asked him:

"Do you want to be strong?"

The voice of the undead Lord God is indifferent, like the **** Buddha on the sea of ​​Jiuyun, watching the mortal beings.

As if the spirit of the emperor did not agree, it is not a matter of matter.

"Strong? You said that I can become stronger?" Was it not to kill him? Lingdi’s heart slowly sighed and the cold sweat on his forehead was not wiped. He asked, “Why, why are you helping me?”

The main **** of the undead disdained the spirit of the emperor.

Lingdi has a tight heart and a busy interface: "Well, you can't say yes, but what price do I have to pay?"

"Sell the soul to me." The main **** of the undead frowned.

"what?!"

"If the soul is sold to you, then I will... die?" Lingdi asked.

"What do you say?" The undead Lord God voice was indifferent.

Regardless of disregard, Lingdi said: "If I am dead, which one is flooding the sky, if you sell the soul to you, how can the emperor be strong again, and what do you have with me? I don't want to die."

"So you won't die."

"Ah?" Lingdi exclaimed.

"Not only will not die, but will also become the king of the spiritual world!" The undead master said calmly, "I will accept you as a soul, and in this hundred years, your strength will be very strong." At least in the spiritual world, no one can surpass you. And what you have to do is just-"