The blood moon volleyed in the sky and revived strangely. While everyone else was avoiding the red-clothed ghost, Lin Xuan was in his own white clothes shop with a sad face - there were not enough materials, and the paper-man wife's legs could no longer be glued together! In desperation, he casually burned a Gatling paper, but unexpectedly he received a dream transfer from the underworld: "Brother, this weapon is too powerful. If you use ten more, I will teach you the lost soul-binding general!"
When all the ghost masters were forced into a desperate situation by a hundred-year-old flying zombie, they were about to close their eyes and wait for death. Lin Xuan's left hand held his wife, who was the most beautiful paper figure in red, and with his right hand he took out a paper RPG and fired at Fei Zheng: "Go away, poor man, don't delay my delivery to the Lord of Hell!"
From paper-made AKs to paper-made aircraft carriers, when Lin Xuan armed the underworld to the teeth, the weird people in the world finally discovered that this was not a restricted area for the living, this was obviously Boss Lin's purchase channel!
Reader comments
Not bad, a wonderful novel.
The logic is okay, the more you look at it, the better it looks.
Not bad, a wonderful novel.
The logic is okay, the more you look at it, the better it looks.