Murong's eyes narrowed, and his ivory like fingers rubbed his purplish red lower lip, murmuring to himself, "ghost Tu? But it's much weaker than the previous power. It's not wrong to have Scola and ghost butcher. " His eyes are full of a mysterious smile, knock a melon seed, seem to know the answer behind, figure disappeared in nothingness.

"the devil is so powerful. What does this smell seem to be familiar with? " Scola thought about it. He must have seen the evil gas, but he couldn't remember who used it?

"circle the fork." Scola said something like this and shouted, "murongliang, where are you dead?"

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