Chapter 970
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"I am the Black and White Emissary of the City of Ten Thousand Ghosts. I naturally have the right to prevent her from seeing the Ghost King!" An Hun slightly nodded. Seeing a red light streak across the sky, she said, "Let me tell you, not only do I have the right to prevent her from seeing the Ghost King, I also have the right to send you to the eighteenth level of hell!"
The anger she had been suppressing could finally be released in an instant. The timing was just right.
Someone was almost here …
"What a joke." Luo Qingchen's cold eyes narrowed. Her deep eyes revealed a faint cold light as she stared at her. Word by word, she said, "If you have the ability, then come!"
As her voice fell, she opened her jade fan, not fearing this so-called Black and White Emissary in front of her.
For some reason, when she first saw this so-called Black and White Emissary, she was extremely displeased. A girl's sixth sense was very strong. This person was definitely not a good person.
"Xiu — —" In the next second, An Hun leapt forward and attacked her with her bare hands.
The corner of her mouth lifted into a faint smile. Waving her jade fan, she used the power of the Netherworld Ring to attack in her direction.
In a flash, she was about to use the Exquisite Ring on her right hand to seal the place where she was going to dodge.
She directly crashed into it. The Netherworld Ring's power was too great, sending her flying several meters away.
The surrounding ghosts all sucked in a breath of cold air. Luo Qingchen frowned, her eyes filled with confusion.
That attack just now, this so-called Black and White Emissary should have been able to dodge it.
It was because of this that she wanted to use the Exquisite Ring to seal the way. She didn't expect her to directly crash into her attack.
Before she could understand, a cold wind blew in all directions. The wind was extremely fast, causing the surrounding temperature to drop.
In that instant, her heart suddenly trembled. A thin layer of mist appeared in her eyes.
Why did this feeling feel so familiar to her?
"Oh no, the Ghost King is here. Miss, get behind me. I'll take care of everything. "Meng Yuan suddenly pulled her back. She tightly clenched her fist so that her hands would no longer tremble.
Dong 'er hurriedly stood up and stood in front of Meng Yuan. She held Meng Yuan's hand tightly and said, "Don't be afraid. At most, your soul will be destroyed. I also committed suicide. When we were human, we weren't even afraid of death. What's there to be afraid of in the face of ghosts? "
Her life had been miserable. Her husband had run away with someone else. After that, she was deceived and sold into a brothel. At that time, she was unwilling to accept such humiliation, so she set fire to herself.
What was laughable was that the mother of the brothel even became a ghost that was buried with him. She had long been banished to the eighteenth level of hell, never to be reincarnated.
"Yes..." Mengyuan took in a deep breath and nodded heavily. "I'm not afraid. With Dong 'er around, I'm not afraid of anything!"
This was probably Dong 'er's first time experiencing the existence of love, but friendship could also be family.
At this moment, her hands were no longer trembling. With her head held high and her chest puffed out, she faced the hypocritical Black and White Emissaries, the supreme Ghost King.
Never retreat …
Luo Qingchen chuckled. She felt that these two ghosts were very cute. The two of them couldn't help but remind her of the five sisters she had met in the Imperial Mausoleum. They also liked to call her Miss …
At the last moment, she was actually unable to protect their souls. In the end, she had let them down.
The Ten Kings of Hell traveled through the Ghost Domain. Tens of thousands of ghosts returned to the city.
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