Murong Lingfeng in the human world, ghosts and ghosts in the demon world.
I have no sect, but I have the skills of a three-legged cat. "What? You dare to look down on me?"
This man wore a strange mask, had long black hair, and exuded a thick evil aura, like a ghost, and his clothes were also
Dressed in black, it was as deep as a black hole that swallowed people's souls. The bone-deep blackness also covered up the moonlight.
Do you want to scare me with this kind of momentum? I, Ji Shuangshuang, am not intimidated. If you dare to look down on me, then don't blame me for being rude.
There were ripples on the lake surface, and a yellow figure was seen "swishing" towards the black figure directly in front, and only the dancing leaves could be heard.
There was a rustling sound, and the black shadow stood in the wind, motionless, as if nothing in the world could shake him.
"Ah" Ji Shuangshuang was pushed back by an invisible force. Her feet slipped and she lost her balance, leaning towards the lake. A pair of cold and slender hands supported her. It was the ghost. Ji Shuangshuang had an idea and took the opportunity to take off the cold mask...