Attack Stream of Life

    Qing Chuan was alone in the sedan chair, and the little firebird obediently rested on his shoulder, tilting his neck to see.

      Strangely alive.

    Is it possible that acting is also a necessary skill to become a boss?

    The people outside the screen couldn't help but get tangled...

    Qing Chuan felt a mass of brown soil in his hand.

    I didn't know what would happen to me before, so I brought this mass of mud just in case, so why not use it now?

    On the camera, I saw Qingchuan quickly pinching an egg-sized doll, also in the form of Fengguan Xiapi, the appearance is different, very mellow and cartoon, "Come on, spit fire, be smaller, put this The pottery is burnt outside."

    Little Firebird was very obedient and played for a long time, and the songs outside had changed two, Qingchuan pinched it and said, "It's done."

    He bit off a bit of skin, smeared blood on the doll, and whispered to the camera, "This is a special magic weapon, one-time use. You can transfer the contract that should be on me once. It's not that I don't believe in the abilities of other people, but I still need to be more prepared. If you are interested, you can record and broadcast it back to figure it out, and open the copyright."

    Speaking here, the other side took out a small bag from the wedding dress, which contained some disposable wipes and the like, and some snacks.

    He took a piece and wiped off the blood on his finger, the wound had healed by itself, hid the doll again, tidied up his clothes, grabbed a small handful of pine nuts in his hand, turned his head and looked at the camera Chatting, "This is not the first time for me to sit in a sedan chair, but the smoothness is indeed done well. It runs so fast outside, the sedan chair does not swing at all, the speed is the kind of uniform motion, and the business level is still OK. Would you like to take two back and carry me a sedan chair?"

    What to bring?

    Do you bring any souvenirs?

    Seeing him gossiping while eating pine nut candies, from the sedan chair to the daily life of ancient brides, as well as the scale and significance of the dowry, he seems to be a teacher of popular science while traveling. Everyone can't help but fall into deep thought... Has this big guy forgot that he is here to find the baby ghost?

    "The bride is here—"

      The personality changed in a second, and even the smile was slightly different.

    It just so happened that just as he sat down, the curtain was lifted, and a pale but handsome male ghost appeared in front of him, wearing a golden robe with a red bottom. Wearing a crown on his head, a jade belt on his waist, and a pair of high boots on his feet, the cold air is overwhelming.

    The Ghost King sniffed suspiciously, perhaps wondering why there was a smell of pine nuts in this sedan chair.

    He looked at Qingchuan, "Are you my bride?"

    "Guess what?"

    Qingchuan smiled at him, and at the moment when the other party was stunned, he got out of the sedan chair and looked at the ghosts on both sides. A lot, right? It’s generous.”

    "Why? The future mistress won't let you in?"

    The ghost king or the first time he saw such an active bride, with a fresh face, raised his hand to let him go.

    Qingchuan stepped on the threshold and remembered one thing, "Where is my family? The marriage is important, and the family can't be absent."

    "Mother's family?" The ghost king is strange, since the ghost king was robbed of his relatives, isn't it an unspoken rule that idlers, etc., including the "mother's family", are not allowed to appear?

    "Isn't it?" Qingchuan frowned and looked embarrassed, "I said let them go, your maid won't let them go. It is said that marriage should be blessed, and both parties must be present. Well, we have to carry them over in a sedan chair. I think so too, it makes sense, so I let them come."

    He waved at the team and called in a few monks, Taoists and monsters, "The host has invited us, let's go in together."

    Qingchuan led the people in generously, completely like the future mistress leading her family to see the wedding room. The soldiers didn't know whether to stop him or not.

    The ghost king was stunned, but when he saw that everyone had entered, he hurried in and glared back at the unbelievable female ghost.

    A group of prairie mythical beasts whizzed past the female ghost.

    She couldn't help but raised her **** to the back of the red wedding dress.

    I will cross you, fairy!

    You are missing a great virtue!

    You even bully ghosts!

    Although everyone knows how the ghost king gets married, the program still has to go.

    It has been done more than ten times, and the process is familiar.

    Qingchuan stood face to face with the pale ghost king, holding a big red silk in his hand, next to a pale-faced emcee who shouted, "One day to worship the heavens and the earth..."

    ‘Papapa’, eight young and old men came out. When all the family members came out, they shouted in unison, "Stop, grab a kiss!"

    Qing Chuan was already unbuttoning his hands and feet neatly, and when he noticed that the emcee was looking at him, he smiled gently as a courtesy.

    The ghost king has a dark face, but it is not very unexpected, it has been expected.

    "Today I am very happy, you must be like this? This is my royal city, as long as I leave you for a moment and a half, the baby ghost should be born. It is better to take a step back and catch yours. Infant ghost, I will marry my bride, and both sides will be safe and complete?"

    "Mutual fulfillment? Have you asked me?"

    Qingchuan has taken off the phoenix crown and the wedding dress, which is a neat white stand-up collar shirt, black belt tied with suit trousers, three-dimensional tailoring according to his body shape, lining his waist and thin legs and long legs. It was the blush at the corners of his eyes that didn't affect his handsome image, and his speech became a clear male voice.

    He put on his white gloves and dabbed a short whip in the palm of his hand.

    The kid who had just surrounded him was thrown to the ground with a whip, making the most qualified background board.

    "You don't have to talk nonsense, they won't agree. Here are ghosts, which have a suppressing effect on creatures other than ghosts. Your reliance lies in this. Am I right?"

    Although the ghost king was a little surprised by the beautiful girl's mutation of the handsome man, he didn't care at all. Anyway, it is used to **** the power, and in the end it will become dry. He doesn't care about these appearances, he is a very pragmatic ghost king.

    "This is my royal city. The tiger will lie down for me, and the dragon will hold me up. If you give up, you will only sacrifice one person. If you don't give up, the baby ghost will be born, and there will be millions of people. , Tens of thousands of people. Why, aren't you just people? Which one should you choose, I don't know?"

    The Ghost King is triumphant, like winning.

    "Your Excellency the Ghost King..."

    Not good! The ghost king immediately realized that this was a trap, but it was still too late, the mirror demon had already controlled him.

    In the mythical creature, the control of the mirror demon is greatly weakened, and it can only last for a few seconds.

    A few seconds are enough, the ghost king can only watch 'self' cut his forehead with his nails. The Ghost King's skin resistance and defense are all at full level, and generally speaking, it is difficult to break, but the current situation is to attack the shield of the child with the spear of the child.

    A strange thing with a face like a balloon suddenly appeared in the air, its eyes were squinted, and it was drooling at the ghost king's skin, "Thank you boss~" After saying that, it turned into a black light and drilled directly Into the ghost king's wound.

    "Winter is here, and it's time to add a new leather coat to Pippi's closet." Qingchuan said with a smile, taking advantage of the moment when the ghost king was penetrated by the painted skin demon, he grabbed a slender and thin strip in his hand. A long, flat thing with a twisted face on it.

    The paper man screamed when he saw the ghost king, and the air shook three times.

      I'm so happy..."

    The mace just swung out and hit the ghost king's head, smashing several blood holes.

    "Who is this."

    The emcee saw this woman, his expression was even more shocked than the ghost king, just at this moment someone asked, and reflexively replied: "This is the ghost king's original wife, the ghost king of another royal city... eh ?"

    When he saw it, the culprit who made the ghost king kneel in pain and was smashed into flesh by his ex-wife was standing beside him, so scared that he almost didn't scream.

    "Big, big..."

    "You scared me." Qingchuan frowned: "I don't eat ghosts, what are you afraid of?"

    Master of Ceremonies:…

    You can't miss this opportunity, seize this opportunity, and the other eight join the battlefield. Although they were severely suppressed, they were big brothers after all, and the power they gathered together was amazing. In just a few minutes, the inside and outside cooperated, and the ghost king was beaten into a human form.

    "I, I recognize..."

    Only said a few words, the ghost king stretched out the hand of the painted skin demon from the wound and covered his mouth.

    In order to get a leather jacket, the skin demon is also fighting. The skin of the ghost king is different from others. It has a very long storage time. It is easy to use for hundreds of thousands of years. If you miss this stop, there will be no next village.

    "Pippi, I'm running out of time. If it doesn't work, forget it." Qing Chuan said.

    "I can!" The skin-painted demon shouted loudly, and the sense of crisis of losing the leather jacket made it burst out. The ghost king swelled like a ball, and quickly retracted, so several times, the skin-painted demon Drilling out from the inside, the scarlet tongue retracted, as if tasting some delicious food, the mouth cracked open, and the skin of the ghost king, which was completely dry, was taken in.

    In recent years, the strength of the monsters in the shelter has also grown greatly, and the shelter's everlasting Qingchuan is comforted.

    "Go."

    The nine people directly grabbed the horses of the convoy at the entrance and ran out of the ghost town all the way.

    The ghosts who were left looked at each other in dismay, "The ghost king is dead, and the new ghost king is gone, what should we do?"

    The female ghost crawled out from under the table, "I won't chase it anyway, I won't even kill you!" She didn't want to see that neuropathy for a second, the ghost gave birth to a shadow.

    The emcee was white-faced and trembling, "I'm not going either. Don't you see how fierce those people are? The balloon man eats ghosts, the pimp beats ghosts, and the bride, he is more than Ghosts are scary. I don't want to die again."

    "How about we choose another one?"

    On the other side, a few people just left the royal city, the scene changed, and they had already appeared inside the hospital.

      They can't use any means here, because these people are still saved, so they have to be carefully **** and stored.

    "It can't go on like this." The Taoist priest Huoju slapped the zombie on the ground and couldn't move, "This hospital is so big, we don't know where to find it. The time left for us is not enough. Too much."

    "The possibility is the highest in the delivery room. The baby ghost has a natural dependence on the mother's body, and it will subconsciously choose the best and safest birth environment. One is to give birth smoothly, and the other is to protect the mother. " Said the oldest and longest sweeper.

    "I see, there is a map here... The fifteenth, sixteenth, and seventeenth floors are all maternity floors, and there should be a delivery room on one of them."

    "The stairs are here."

    Most of the people guarding here are already some level ghosts.

    "Rush?"

    "Chong, everyone save your energy."

    The other eight also have magical powers. Golden bowls, whisks, spells... Qingchuan's feet were filled with golden feathers, and he flew straight in a spiral as if he were riding the wind and waves.

    Behind them, the evil spirits roared like a tsunami, and they were about to drown.

    "These things are still with people...to keep them alone?" Wen Zheng glanced back, and was almost not disgusted by the picture.

    Although the bosses are well prepared, they are not machine guns with infinite bullets, and their mana is also limited. From this to the 15th floor, killing all these trash fish is fine, but if you don't do it well, the strong man will become a kidney-deficiency man.

    At this time, almost everyone, both in front of the camera and outside the camera, silently looked at Qingchuan, the man with his own fan club, "How's the manpower in your place?"

    Qingchuan looked back at the ghosts who were so densely spiraling up into the sky that people were about to commit phobias.

    While speaking, several people finally rushed to the fifteenth floor. The big monk turned his head and pointed his orchid finger. The golden thunder imprint was like a mask directly covering the exit, blocking the surging evil spirits. "The poor monk's seal can only last for a few seconds, then I will ask you, Qingchuan benefactor."

    The eight people kept rushing out, and Qingchuan stopped.

    'Ah---'

    A shrill whistling like a typhoon passing by, like a tsunami, almost burst through the eardrums, making people want to cover their ears.

    The so-called ghost crying and wolf howling, it turned out to be such a voice.

    The little flamingo flew ahead, but then looked back.

      into pieces.

    Everyone has long gone, there are only Qingchuan and ghosts here, and there is an unsolicited live broadcast system. The self-aware weak chicken system craftsman system shrank in the field and opened a window to see the situation outside.

    I saw the Qingchuan short whip transformed into its original shape, that is, a light needle, and turned into a huge thing like a fishing net covering the entrance and exit, leaving only a window in the center for the ghosts to throw themselves into the net one by one .

    Qingchuan's expression was calm and his movements were steady. He grabbed a green evil spirit with his bare hands and nailed it to the wall with a knife. He held a thin paper blade in his hand. , slashed his neck, stretched out his hand and peeled off the skin, and swiped his other hand on his limbs, splitting the whole without even touching the bones.

    After splitting, he threw away this one, reached out and grabbed the next one, as fast as running clouds and water, one at most three seconds.

    These ghosts are different, with different shapes, different strengths and weaknesses. But under Qingchuan, it was a treat - he seemed to know **** the most effortlessly and effectively. You don't even need time to think, your hands have already made their own decisions.

    Perfect cut.

    The craftsman system is in a trance.

    Why is this set of actions so familiar?

    The live broadcast system watched the rewards in the live broadcast room like diamond rain, so beautiful that she could only shout six six six. As for a lot of messages waiting to pry the host's corner, just give the money and help us pry together, okay?

    Attracted by flesh and blood, these evil spirits have long forgotten their reason, leaving only their ferocity.

    But when I meet such a ruthless man who kills ghosts without blinking, chops ghosts like chopping vegetables, and slices ghosts like fish, watching the end of the same kind of death without all the corpses, and hurting ourselves and others, is also heartfelt Born to retreat.

    In the end, Qingchuan was broken into a sea of ​​ghosts, and in front of him, there was no ghost who dared to approach the golden fishing net for a long time.

    Qing Chuan did not touch the next 'vegetable'. He looked behind the golden fishing net and looked at the evil spirits and stepped back.

    Have something to say!

    Everything is negotiable!

    Don't come! !

      It seems that every part of the body has been disassembled in an instant.

    "Ding-host, you have a skill upgrade."

    Cleaver (mutation).

    The man who practiced the ultimate mystery of slaughtering on ghosts. Tangible things and intangible things, even time, will be cut for you to see.

    It is possible to sever formless things that are theoretically impossible to sever.

    Qingchuan hadn't come out of the mysterious feeling just now, he looked down at his hand, it was just an ordinary blade, given a layer of coating that was lethal to evil things, but in The magic weapon in his hand is nothing but this.

      The high-end technology, especially, may cut off what theory cannot cut.

    The craftsman system only has it, but it does not mean that other systems do not provide skill learning.

    Many systems provide Paodingjie Niu technology, and there are very few mutations, not to mention the mutation of the cutter. How many people coveted it, and did not expect that a host with no in-depth knowledge of slaughter would unlock the mutation by accident.

    Qing Chuan put away the blade between his fingers and glanced at the ghosts again. The ghosts were greatly frightened and stepped back again.

    He raised his hand, the golden fishing net turned into a long needle and pierced straight into Qingchuan's pupil, he blinked and reached out to draw a line between him and the ghost, "Those who cross the line, die."

    After all, ignore these timid evil spirits and move forward quickly.

    Behind him, even though his figure had already left here, the ghosts and monsters were stacked into a wall on the other side of the line, but none of them dared to take a step beyond the pond.

    Crap!

    However, at most, I am hungry, and I am used to it anyway.

    It's over, **** it!