Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

In front of Feng Jiu did not go to the person behind him, but his eyes stared at the front half-squatting, the evil corrections in front of him blocked with a good smile, holding a sword waiting for her.

"Rely! What is my luck with this?"

She blinked and saw that the evils in front were waiting for her, and she couldn’t help but raise a bloodthirsty suffocation. She obviously didn’t want to provoke others, but these people just provoked her, really she was bullied. Not?

Thinking of the people chasing after him, and then seeing the people in front of her, her mind turned quickly, her eyes swept over the people in front of him, and the dark light floated.

"Help! Rescue things! Help!"

She shouted in horror, ran to the cults, and from time to time looked back and panicked at the few monks behind him.

After those cults heard the words of Feng Jiu, the gaze naturally fell on the back of several monks, seeing one of them was Yuan Ying’s monk, three were Jin Dan’s monks, and one was helped by the three Running, it looks weak.

Seeing these people, the evil singers sneered: "Give me the help!" The sound fell and everyone rushed up.

"Block him! The kid grabbed our Qiankun bag!" The Jindan monk behind him was sulking, but when he saw that those people were evil, his face changed.

"Not good! It is evil! Go!"

The thin middle-aged man who was supported by several people was drinking. He was holding one of the Jindan monks and asked him to take him away immediately: "Come on! Don’t take it, you can’t fall into the hands of evil!”

The Jindan monk was responding, and when he took him away, he saw a sudden change. The red figure that was stalking at a strange pace in front of him was daring to pass by those evil spirits and turned around them. Take away the Qiankun bags on them, and then grow up and grow...

This scene, not only because they were stunned, even the swords that rushed forward to the sorcerer’s swords were wrong and stiff in the air for a long time, until they looked down, and the waist was filled with baby. The Qiankun bag is gone.

"Damn! That kid steals our Qiankun bag!"

"Miscellaneous things! Actually hit our minds on our heads! This is looking for death!"

"Catch him!"

"kill him!"

For a time, the voices of the angry people of the evil spirits rang inconsistency, and the people who had rushed to the monks were staring at the red figure that swept from them to the distance at this moment. Red eyes and legs chased the past.

"Let's we have a bag!"

"Return our treasures!"

"Bad boy! Give us a stop!"

The Yuan Yingxiu, who was behind, and the middle-aged men of the three Jindan monks were all in the same place. After a long while, they slowed down and watched so many evils chasing the red boy in front. They finally laughed and gloated.

"I have to see where he can escape this time!"

"It’s really courageous! Two of these evils are Yuan Ying’s monks. He actually dares to hit their ideas. This is clearly the rhythm of finding death.”

"Catch! Let's chase again! I don't believe he can escape under the eyes of so many people!"

The few men were sulking, and once again chasing the red figure behind them, the difference is that in front of them, there are dozens of cults lying there...