Chapter 945
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Cui Er glanced at Jasmine and spat on her rough palm. Then, she used all of her strength and slapped her palm down heavily.
"Ouch!" Jasmine screamed.
However, this scream didn't belong to Jasmine. It belonged to Cui Er. At this time, her palm was full of blood. It was as if she had slapped a needle.
Jasmine's expression became ferocious. For a moment, her face was squeezed together and her long tongue was sticking out. She looked like a ghost that had wandered into Li Chu's body.
Cui Er happened to see this and was so scared that she fell to the ground. She trembled and shouted, "Ghost … Ghost!"
"What ghost? Beat her to death!" The moment Su Luoluo turned around, Jasmine had already returned to her original state.
Her ferocious and angry appearance made Luo Qingchen sigh on the roof.
Some people were ghosts. They looked ugly but were clean.
Some people were humans. They looked good but were no more than walking corpses.
Just as Cui Er stood up, trembling, a gust of cold wind blew. The wisp of white soul shadow entered Cui 'er's body with a whoosh.
Her originally pale face instantly bloomed with a smile. It was as strange as a flower in a drop of blood, emitting a gloomy aura.
"Oh! Your Highness, do you want me to hit her? "An enchanting voice sounded with a touch of sharpness.
Jasmine, who was sitting on the chair, had her eyes lit up. The corner of her mouth curved into a faint smile.
There was a joy of meeting an old acquaintance after a long separation. Everything was understood without words.
"Yes! Don't you understand human language? "Su Luoluo stood with her hands behind her back and roared," Beat her until she kneels and begs for mercy! "
"Ghost?" Ning 'er, who was on Cui Er's body, chuckled. She raised her eyebrows and said with a charming smile, "I'm afraid there are more ghosts than people here."
Su Luoluo would never know that there were two ghosts in this brightly lit room.
"What did you say … Eh …"
Before Su Luoluo could speak, Cui Er had already walked forward. She quickly grabbed Su Luoluo's neck and slowly lifted her up.
Her originally normal eyes suddenly became bloodshot, filling her entire eyeball.
"I don't like fighting. I like killing more!" She suddenly pushed her away, causing her to crash heavily into a stone pillar. Blood instantly flowed out from the back of her head.
"Blood … It's the smell of blood." She tightened her grip on Su Luoluo's neck.
Su Luoluo held her hand tightly. Her tongue was already sticking out, and her eyes were bloodshot.
"Bang!" How bold of a ghost to actually harm the empress!
In the blink of an eye, just as Su Luoluo was about to become the same as her, the shaman priest arrived.
Ning 'er frowned and turned into a wisp of white smoke, preparing to escape. Unbeknownst to him, the Grand Magus Zhu raised his staff, and golden light immediately shone brightly around him.
Luo Qingchen was just about to help Ning'er escape when Murong Ming narrowed his eyes. An extremely powerful dark blue light appeared in the air and suppressed the golden light of the staff.
"Sir …" Ning 'er's eyebrows relaxed, and she quickly left under the protection of someone.
For some reason, at this moment, Luo Qingchen seemed to admire Murong Ming, who was standing beside her.
He didn't seem like a wild ghost who had died seven hundred years ago. Instead, he gave off a very noble feeling. With a faint sense of mystery, he gave off an unfathomable feeling.
But such a person, as he said, would not fall in love with anyone?
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