The familiar gaze fell on my face again.

At that moment, Murong Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Immediately afterwards, endless surprises emerged on her face:

"Damn, damn scumbag, is it you, is it you?"

Suddenly, she stood up.

I nodded sharply:

“It’s me, I’m back.

I said I will come back…”

In an instant, Murong Yan rushed up.

With the evil spirit, he rushed into my arms directly.

Even though her mind was affected by evil spirits, even if her personality changed a little.

But she still remembers me and still loves me.

"You, where have you been? I, I can't find you, I can't find you..."

In my words, I felt Murong Yan's emotions.

But I also felt something was wrong.

The evil spirit seemed to have made her lose some memory fragments.

"Yan'er, are you okay?"

I separated from Murong Yan and looked at her and spoke.

“Well, I’m fine.

But it seems that I forgot something.

But, I can't remember it."

Murong Yan seemed to be trying hard to recall, which seemed a little blurry.

Sure enough, the evil spirit made him lose some memory fragments.

But she remembers it so clearly.

But this doesn't matter, what's important is that I have the grass of death in my hands.

This kind of fairy grass in the underworld formed by the extreme fetal evil spirit.

As long as Murong Yan takes it, it may be useful to her, and there is also a chance to ignite her soul fire.

Give it a chance to be reborn.

So, I said to Murong Yan:

"Yan'er, I've brought you something.

If you eat it, it may be good for you.”

"What?"

Murong Yan smiled happily.

The look I looked at me was still so tender.

Even at this time, she is the legendary extreme evil spirit and purple shadow ghost.

But her love for me remains the same as before and will not change.

I slowly took out the city of Wu Death.

The green grass is only a part of the middle.

It is extremely green, with a vaguely strange energy fluctuation.

From afar, the eighteen ghost masters saw it.

"Then, what is that?"

"That strange aura made my whole body feel comfortable."

"What kind of grass is this? The smell makes me feel relaxed..."

“…”

The Eighteen Ghost Lord felt it from a distance and was amazed.

Of course they didn't know that this thing was an immortal treasure in the underworld.

It took thousands of years to produce such a piece, which is the condensed and grown out of the evil spirit.

It is the ultimate death thing, the ultimate treasure of death.

Especially for souls and creatures, it has extremely strong medicinal therapeutic effects.

Murong Yan, who was extremely evil and evil, was also slightly moved.

Take a deep breath:

“It tastes so fragrant.”

I smiled:

"Yan'er, eat it soon!"

Murong Yan nodded and held it in his hand and was about to eat it.

But at this moment, another strong and unusual evil aura suddenly burst out from her body.

The soft and happy expression just now became cold and fierce.

She held the grass of deceased death and looked up at me suddenly.

The eyes that were bright and bright just now turned pale and colorless.

A cold and harsh murderous intent also appeared on his face.

The whole person was shrouded in evil spirits and became excited:

"You, who are you.

What are you doing, why do you want to give me this?

You, why do you pretend to be Ding Fan?

He is dead, he is dead.

It was you, you killed him.

Yes, it's you, it's you.
Chapter completed!