The drunkard didn't say anything. He looked at the octagonal ghost building standing on the wasteland. It was filled with evil energy. Let alone entering it, just looking at it from a distance made people feel very uncomfortable.
The huge monster watched the Dream Weaver go straight to the Octagonal Ghost Tower, and kept muttering in his heart: "Why does it feel like A Meng is acting weird after going out for a trip? Could it be that he encountered something... Well, but it's still the same for me. Indifferent, maybe I’m overthinking it.”
the other side.
The octagonal ghost tower stands majestically. Dream Weaver came to the entrance of the magic building. Even though Dream Weaver was more than three feet tall, he looked petite and cute in front of the huge ghost door.
The guards of the ghost tower saw the big demon approaching in person, and knew that the big demon in front of them had an ambiguous relationship with love and misfortune, so they did not dare to neglect and quickly communicated.
Not long after, the door of the Octagonal Ghost Tower opened, and the witch Ai Huo came to welcome her. Her affectionate voice could be heard from a long way away: "Mengwei, you haven't come to the slave family for several days. Have you figured out how to whip the slave family? The slave family is looking forward to it."
Dream Weaver looked a little uncomfortable and said: "If you love trouble, you'd better put away those strange thoughts. No matter what, I won't be happy..."
The rest of Dream Weaver's words were swallowed alive in his stomach. I saw the witch walking into sight, with bandages everywhere on her body, and even bright red in some places.
But even with such a miserable body covered with bruises, Ai Huo still released his charm all the time. A pair of long white jade legs made the guards of the Octagonal Ghost Tower look straight in the eyes, and they quickly bit the tip of their tongues to keep themselves awake.
If you can ride happily, it will be worth dying!
One of the guards thought to himself.
"Why are you acting like this again?" Dream Weaver frowned and said, "Going to get beaten again?"
"Haha, Dreamweaver, are you concerned about the slave family?" Aifu narrowed his charming eyes gently, looking like he was enjoying himself, "The Hanged Ghost broke the tyrant's knee last time. He held a grudge, but I couldn't catch the Hanged Man, so I had to vent my anger on the slave. When the slave wasn't paying attention, he dragged the slave by his hair and ravaged him for a while. Alas, it was so rough that the slave couldn't stand it."
"You are really..." Dream Weaver was speechless.
"At that time, the slave family thought that if they dreamed of weaving dreams, they would definitely take pity on the slave family." Aihuo said with a smile. The guards on the side listened, and their bodies reacted, so they had to suppress their instinctive impulses.
"Stop talking nonsense." Dream Weaver said, "I came to you today because I have something serious to do."
"Oh, what's the matter?" Ai Fu led Dream Weaver into the Octagonal Ghost Tower.
The huge magic building looks like the body of an ancient monster. The criss-crossing passages and pillars in it resemble the blood vessels and bones in the monster's body, which is very strange.
"Have you eaten the guy you caught a few days ago?" Dream Weaver asked.
"If the slave family comes out, it's natural to catch them." Ai Fu said with a smile, "That guy was very resistant at first, his bones were so hard. But how many men in this world can withstand the slave family's offensive? Haha, Dreamweaver, you came at the right time, you should be able to fall into dreams easily now, and maybe you can find some more interesting things about him."
"I think so too," Dream Weaver said.
Ai Fu led Dream Weaver around in the Octagonal Ghost Building towards the prison where Chen Ping was imprisoned. The dream weaver relied on his extremely strong telepathy to memorize the route he passed, but he also suspected that he might remember it wrong. Wherever he passed, he left a transparent spider silk as a mark.
After turning the corner, Dream Weaver's expression suddenly changed. At the corner of the ghost building, a petite and exquisite figure suddenly hung upside down from the roof directly in front of the two people, with disheveled hair, and a silk thread around its two feet. The end of the silk thread was connected to the roof to ensure that the thin figure would not be a head. Planted on the ground.
Dream Weaver was startled by the sudden appearance, silently, like a ghost.
On the other hand, I love trouble, but I don't seem to be surprised by it. He accused: "Hey, kid, this is the guest that my family has been waiting for for a long time. What if you scared them away?"
"Mom, what's so good about this big guy? Come and play with the little ghost, hahaha..." The Hanged Ghost showed a very charming smile, the curve of the corners of his mouth almost reached the back of the ears, and his laughter was like a bell. Generally, it makes people's scalp numb.
Ai Huo's face suddenly darkened, and he lectured: "How many times have I told you, I'm not your mother. You go and play by yourself first. I have important things to do right now and I can't accompany you for the time being."
"No, I want my mother to accompany me!" The Hanged Ghost refused to give up, staring at the Dream Weaver with a fierce look, thinking about how to snatch his mother away from the annoying big guy in front of him.
"It seems that you have grown up and are no longer willing to be an obedient good boy." Ai Fu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his pitiful appearance immediately attracted the Hanged Ghost's attention.
When the petite and exquisite kid saw Aifu's arm and the bandage on it was bleeding, he suddenly became extremely excited. He rushed over, hugged Aifu, and roughly tore open the bandage on the witch's arm. bandage.
"hiss……"
The movement of the Hanged Ghost tore open the wound on Aifu's arm. The kid watched helplessly as the blood flowed freely from Aifu's jade-like arm, and the madness in his eyes gathered into a scarlet light.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
The Hanged Ghost let out a loud laugh that made Dream Weaver extremely uncomfortable, and then viciously licked the blood on Aifu's arm clean, making Aifu groan in pain.
The Hanged Ghost suddenly paused, put down his trouble-loving arm, put his arm around her neck, showed a ferocious smile, and asked: "Mom, did that guy bully you again? Damn it, the lesson I gave him last time is still there. Not enough! I should just twist his head off and let him know that mommy is mine, haha, hahaha, no one can bully mom!"
After saying that, the Hanged Ghost suddenly rushed out, his body flashed, and he disappeared. Only the bloodthirsty and twisted laughter could be heard in the distance.
"Ha, haha, hahaha..."
Even though Dream Weaver had seen an internal fight between the Seven Evils before, seeing such a staggering scene now still made her feel very perverted.
"I made you laugh, Dreamweaver. But otherwise, the kid wouldn't be willing to leave easily. The slave family cherishes the time alone with you." After the Hanged Ghost left, Aihuo regained his elegant and elegant look. With a charming look, he raised his head, looked at the big demon affectionately, and said softly: "Dreamweaver, it hurts so much, can you hold me in my arms?"
"..."
Dream Weaver couldn't see even a hint of fear of pain from his misfortune-loving expression, but after hesitating for a moment, he still succumbed to the witch's tearful eyes, leaned over and held her in his arms, saying: "Love Damn it, actually you don’t feel any pain at all.”
"Hehe, Dream Weaver still understands the slave family." Aifu took advantage of Dream Weaver's rest and kissed her on the face, and said proudly: "What is this? So, after finishing the business later, Dream Weaver, you But you have to whip the slave family hard, otherwise the slave family will not feel your love."
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