Chapter 45： Five ghosts (1/2)
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The monsoon smoked and looked at the boss in front of him, and the expression did not mention how pure.
”Do you have something to say?” Monsoon flue.
The boss can't speak, can't move, only one pair of eyes can slap, and got the words of the monsoon smoke, he immediately squinted.
”Unfortunately, I don't want to hear it.” The monsoon's mouth was slightly raised. She stood up and crossed the boss directly. She went to the secluded dream stone that had been opened. This singular dream stone is very large, and the whole body is full of richness. The aura, just a little closer, let the inner Dan of the monsoon smoke begin to jump.
She reached out and touched the smooth surface of the dream stone. She had already prepared five small paper people under the secluded stone. The little paper man seemed to have life and suddenly went from the ground. Standing up, they stood in the five directions of the secluded stone, and the thin five-piece scorpion was directly lifted up the phantom stone that weighed a thousand pounds!
Five ghosts, this is one of the many spells of monsoon smoke learning. At this time, she changed a little, not to mention the heavy dream stone, even if it is ten times more, with these five small papers. People can also move easily.
The boss who was on the sidelines looked at the strange scene in front of him, and a pair of eyes almost came out of his eyes!
The monsoon smoke seemed to feel his sight, turned his head slightly, and showed him a strange smile. Then he waved with one hand and a mist over the secluded stone. The whole piece of dream stone, together with the five little paper people. Just disappeared in front of the boss's eyes.
The boss was already scared and shivering. If he couldn’t control himself, he was afraid that he had already scared his legs and couldn’t get up on the ground.
This is where the gimmick is coming from!
”Now, things are returned to the original, but ... for those who just peek at my things, a small punishment is indispensable.” The monsoon smoke carelessly went to the boss, the boss's fat face is already bloodless. Cold sweats flow down, and a pair of eyes are filled with fear and tension.