I've contacted me to eat meat! Bah!" In the end, the ghost girl actually spat on me.

Seeing her like that, I couldn't help but smile and said, "Li Xiangxiang, eat as long as you want. Don't be polite. I'm just the flesh on a ghost. It's okay, I will never feel sorry for you if you eat it."

Li Xiangxiang was so angry that she glared at her eyes and her voice increased a lot: "I said Hua Shuangyi, are you still finished?" I smiled, grabbed the black dagger in my hand, and rushed towards the fat man.

The first move is the best, and then the move is the disaster. This is the ancient saying. Besides, the big fat man opposite me is obviously a ghost. If I have anything else to be polite to deal with a ghost.

Not only can't be polite, to be honest, I still regret it now. I shouldn't have watched the fun just now. I should have pounced on it when it first grew fat, but this is how human nature is. I like to regret it afterwards and hindsight.

I reflected on the situation just now. The reason why I didn't do it just now was because I wanted to see the strangeness, the final result, and see what this guy would do. People are curious, and I am no exception.

Now that I understand, then let’s do it. The black dagger cut through the long night and emitted a burst of black light under the faint moonlight, and flew hard toward the fat man who had just become full of flesh and blood.

The fat man saw my dagger coming and smiled strangely. It did not dodge or run away, but smiled and raised his chest. Seeing this, a feeling of unknownness suddenly surged in my mind.

No, if something goes wrong, there will be a demon. I am used to the wind and rain. I can see that the fat man is strange. I know that although my knife has been cut, it will probably be difficult.

My knife exudes a black edge and pierces straight into the fat man's chest. In fact, I am a false move. If it dodges or resists, my sword will be a false blow.

But if this guy didn't dodge, then my knife would be real! When I saw that the fat man didn't dodge, the knife in my hand did not change direction, but continued to pierce into its chest.

After the knife went down, I felt soft. Although I stabbed it in, it felt very wrong, just like I was holding a knife and stabbed it into a cotton package.

I thought something was wrong. Why did this guy feel this way after he stabbed in the chest, and it didn't scream? It was just a ghost, it also felt pain, not to mention that I am not an ordinary knife.

I looked carefully and couldn't help but be stunned, because I saw that my knife had indeed pierced into this guy's chest, but its chest was now open, and there was a pile of cotton balls inside.

It’s so evil. When I saw this, I shook my head. What I saw just now was flesh and blood, but why did it turn into cotton after the knife was scratched?

This thing is a bit weird, so just pull out the knife and try other places. Is this the same? Thinking of this, I pulled the knife hard.
Chapter completed!