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Chapter 1819: Don¡¯t tell me, you only know now?

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    After Yan Wanxi said this, she obviously felt that Minggui's whole body trembled, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few points. To be precise, there was a lot more yin energy.

    There is another thing that Ghost Ghost dislikes the most, which is being called a chicken!

    Yan Wanxi¡¯s words made him feel like his hair was about to explode.

    His eyes became even redder, and he looked as if he was going to eat Yan Wanxi alive!

    Yan Wanxi still looked at him calmly, waiting for him to come over.

    However, this time, the ghost did not go in her direction, but looked at Master Ming who was hiding in the corner of the back room.

    Yan Wanxi¡¯s eyes were always on him. When she saw him looking in the direction of Master Ming, she knew that this person wanted to harm Master Ming.

    Although Taoist Master Ming did many bad things, it was not the ghost's turn to kill him.

    Soon, the ghost headed towards the back room, but Yan Wanxi moved faster than him and also headed towards Taoist Master Ming.

    The moment before the ghost, he threw Taoist Master Ming behind him.

    Ming Gui immediately jumped away. He glared at Yan Wanxi and said, "What on earth do you want to do!?"

    Yan Wanxi smiled at him and said, "I should ask you this, right?

    You asked him to bring us here, what do you want to do?  "

    Ming Gui snorted coldly and said: "You are just my nourishment, what else can you do?"

    "Food? Really? What about him? Is it your food reserve?" Yan Wanxi pointed in the direction of Master Ming and asked.

    Ming Gui glanced at Taoist Master Ming and said, "This is what he should do. This is how my followers work."

    When Taoist Master Ming heard this, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he looked at Ming Gui. He didn't know if he was angry or scared, but his voice was trembling: "You, you, you actually said that I am your food reserve?  !¡±

    Ming Gui snorted coldly and said, "Don't tell me, you only know now?"

    Taoist priest Mingshi froze on the spot for a moment, as if he had lost his soul.

    Yan Wanxi winked at Xing Zhimo again. Xing Zhimo nodded slightly, walked behind Taoist Master Ming, and patted him slightly behind him.

    A yellow talisman was suddenly attached to his back.

    Yan Wanxi looked at Ming Gui and said, "Ming Gui, I advise you not to struggle. Otherwise, I will kill the chicken."

    When Ming Gui heard Yan Wanxi call him a chicken again, he stood up again and rushed towards Yan Wanxi, "I told you, I am not a chicken!!!"

    After saying that, he fluttered, but his whole body fell to the ground, and the few chicken feathers around his waist also fell to the ground when he fluttered.

    Looks very embarrassed.

    Yan Wanxi stood aside, spread her hands, and said: "I told you not to get excited. Look, the chicken feathers fell all over the floor."

    Ming Gui couldn't care less about any moves at this time. He was so angry that he stretched out his hand, plucked the red crown on his head, and threw it in the direction of Yan Wanxi.

    Yan Wanxi dodged, but the red crown flew towards Yan Wanxi as if it had eyes.

    This was something Yan Wanxi didn't expect. Her expression changed slightly, but she still quickly dodged the red crown's attack.

    However, the red crown seemed to be unable to listen and walked towards Yan Wanxi, faster and faster every time.

    Yan Wanxi knew that she could no longer hide, so she stood still and took the red crown with her hands.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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