Meizi spent the whole night restoring the picture of peony attacked by the ghost. At the moment when the ghost rushed to the peony, his face bulged up and his epidermis was almost transparent. Yecheng saw the picture described by the peony. To be exact, he was burned in a fiery fire, which looked like pain. Under the fiery fire, he was proud of red phosphorus, and his golden pupils sparkled with malicious light.

This environment is too real, Ye Cheng thought, fables usually do not bode well. "What are you worried about, silly girl? I am the God of Jinyang!"

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