Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

The female ghost with the smoking pipe waved her hair and showed off her beauty and charm without hesitation. As expected, she received a lot of attention, both openly and secretly. However, just as she was about to go forward and ask for information, she was stopped seriously.

Unexpectedly, he was very serious…

The female ghost sighed in her heart and turned into a hidden corner. It seemed that…He could only attack head-on.

She put the cigarette holder close to her lips and took a deep breath. Then, she slowly blew out a rather perfect smoke ring, gently swaying it as it drifted around.

However, unlike ordinary smoke rings, this smoke ring did not gradually dissipate in the air. Instead, it expanded and enveloped the surrounding guards.

“What is this? Fog?” A patrolling guard vigilantly raised his spear and tried to disperse the white fog in front of him. The tip of his spear only swept across a patch of nothingness. The smoke ring was like a normal white fog, visible but untouchable.

“Boom!” Suddenly, someone fell to the ground silently.

“What happened? Be alert!” A guard shouted nervously.

It was a pity that their voices could not be heard at all. The smoke ring was like a thick layer of soundproof cotton. Everywhere it passed was silent. The only slight movement was the sound of the guards falling to the ground one after another.

“Please sleep for a while.” The female ghost with the smoke ring smiled. She put away her pipe and walked toward the door openly.

“Don’t move!” A long spear was suddenly pointed at the female ghost’s throat.” Who are you?!”

The smoking female ghost’s body slowed down. There were actually strong-willed guards who were still covering their mouths and noses and struggling to hold on.

“Me…” The female ghost chuckled.” You’re not human.”Her body twisted for a moment.

The guard was obviously stunned. Before he could react to what she meant, his vision suddenly turned black, as if he was hit by hundreds of layers of quilts. He immediately fainted from the heavy and suffocating feeling.

“Clang!” The spear fell to the ground.

Hmph, you still dare to point your spear at me? The female ghost with the smoking pipe turned her eyes away contemptuously and walked in leisurely. Occasionally, she raised her hand to block the light. The tower was pure white, and it was afternoon in the game. The sun was shining brightly, and the reflection on the white sandy outer wall was a little dazzling.

Wait, sand? Where did the sand come from? The female ghost with the smoking pipe looked at it and her expression changed.

How was this sand? It was clearly layers of white bats!

” What is this thing?!” The smoking female ghost’s contempt instantly disappeared. The tower was actually covered by bats. Those specks of sand were actually pairs of eyes!

The female ghost froze. She stared at the bat outside the tower and did not dare to move.

“Whoosh!” It was unknown which bat flapped its wings first, but it immediately lifted up a cloud-shaped bat skirt.

The female ghost with the smoking pipe immediately turned around and ran out!

” Whoosh!” The smoking female ghost ran very fast. She used all sorts of wall-passing spells, but the large group of bats behind her still chased after her. Although her smoke ring could block many bats, there were too many of them. After blocking a group, there was still a large group!

Damn it! The female ghost with the smoking pipe was regretting it crazily. If she had known earlier, she would have secretly enlarged the range of the smoke rings and knocked them out! How could he be in such a sorry state when he was being chased!

However, the stark contrast with the smoking female ghost was still the old man’s side. The north of the city was close to a high mountain, and the old man’s journey was peaceful. Only when climbing the mountain did he encounter some difficulties.

The wind and snow were so heavy that it was like a knife cutting into a person’s face. The wind blew so hard that the ghost’s soul was about to scatter. Time passed quickly in the game. When night fell, the road up the mountain was even more difficult.

“Whoosh!” Another gust of wind and snow came whistling.

The old geezer raised his hand to block with great effort, but he was blown back repeatedly. It was not easy for him to survive the most violent blow. When he opened his eyes, he saw that a small section of his sleeve had been cut off.

Wait… This wasn’t right, right?

The old geezer stared at his sleeves under the faint moonlight. This was not the cotton clothes of ordinary people. It was the appearance that he had transformed into with ghost qi.. How could it be torn by a normal snowstorm?