"Xiangyun, come back soon." Long Hui was in a great hurry, but he couldn't manage too much. He roared at once.

Long Xiangyun stabilizes his mind. His toes are on the bow of the boat. He is bumping up and down with the river.

The pink dress set off a pretty face.

Long Xiangyun hands out a long sword and looks at the man warily.

I didn't expect this man, his back looks very natural and unrestrained, but he looks down from the front.

But I can only see the mud colored trousers are broken and tattered. Looking closely, the hair is also a lock, as if it hasn't been washed for a long time.

The man put a Guqin on his knee. Under his long sleeves, several swarthy fingers were beating.

The head of the Guqin has already been damaged, and the strings of the Guqin have been broken by two, which makes me feel strange.

In such a surging river, there is no boundary around.

A ragged young man is playing a rotten Guqin. It's strange. It's quite strange!

Long Xiangyun heard his brother's voice and was waiting to fly away from the bow.

The man who had been bowing his head and playing the piano quietly raised his head abruptly.

Long Xiangyun looked at him in the opposite direction and shouted out in fear.

This man, with only two empty holes left in his eyes, was looking at her.

A pair of ghost hands, like chicken claws, came out of the broken white sleeves and suddenly attacked her.

For a moment, Xiangyun was frightened, angry and scared. He flew for a long time, and the sword in his hand cut off the ghost claw of the man without saying anything.

As the white light glided by, the man's hand shrank, but his movement was extremely fast. When he was floating in the middle of the sky, he suddenly pulled up the strings in his hand and played the death song.

The music is noisy and disorderly. It's like a lot of random play. It makes the Dragon fragrance dull in the heart. It can't help but spit out blood.

"It's becoming more and more perfect, the second level of super corpse puppet." The tree murmured to himself, "not only does it look like a human being from afar, but it also has its own talent for zither skills. Special music can make people feel confused and shake their mind."

Compared with the 18 younger sisters I saw before, this corpse puppet seems to be better at present.

Hearing this, Long Hui turned his head and stared at the tree with hate and hatred. "Did you know that man was a corpse puppet? Why do you still... "

The tree glanced at him coldly. "Don't the Dragon little Lord also want to pit us?"

Long Hui choked on her words.

He was really in the mood of seeing jokes before, and wanted to see the small noodle pals and other people eat shriveled.

In his experience, of course, it was the first time to see that the things on the boat were not very human.

Long Hui wants to wait for his face to collapse. They can't deal with the corpse puppet, and then they can help themselves.

In this way, the small face paralysis in the heart how not happy, always not good to accept their own life-saving benefactor.

Unfortunately, the imagination is very beautiful, but the face is paralyzed at a glance.

Not only see through, but also pit their sister long Xiangyun!

What's all this crap?

He didn't want to talk to his face again.

He could see that as long as he moved his mind, his face would not necessarily take him for granted, but he would certainly teach his sister to let Xiangyun continue to suffer.

Long Hui was shocked and angry. He quickly waved and cried, "come on, help the second Miss come back."

Dozens of dragon clansmen on the big boat stormed up at full speed and rushed to the direction of the small boat. They stabbed the corpse puppet who was sitting in the air and kneeling and playing the piano.

"Clank, clank." A few fiddles.