In the cinema, his Highness death is thinking.

Maybe he should hide while his betrothal is still confused.

But what if the power of Su Qingxing loses its repression and the world built by the builder accidentally collapses?

And on the screen of the cinema, the story of the art room is not over yet. When the birch with a bald head and Dewey with a crooked nose and no mouth covered his face, another crisp female voice sounded in the classroom.

The sound was more like an aphrodisiac to birch and Dewey.

"teacher, shall I add a hat for you? it must be very appropriate." It seemed that the ordinary little girl stuck her head out from behind the easel, and then a wide-brimmed hat with a lace bow appeared on Dewey's head.

It's still green.

The edge of the hat was pressed right against Dewey's dislocated eye, and everyone could see that his expression was in pain, but no one came to his aid.

After all, birch could not protect itself, while Murong and Qin Guan wanted to stab Dewey directly.

"how beautiful it is!" There was a harmony in the art room about the green hat on Dewey's head.

Then someone said, "the little brother over there is so good-looking. Do you think you will look good in women's clothes?"

"try it!"

"try it!"

"Women's wear bosses are very popular now! Hey! " Many voices of approval came from the classroom.

"shut up, all of you!" The birch immediately stopped it.

But soon the birch felt chilly, and the original white shirt and jeans were missing, leaving only a white dress on the birch.

"Hey, a beautiful man like my little brother is really fit to wear white clothes." The girl who changed the dress for Betula seems to be very satisfied with her work.

"do you know who I am?!" Whenever birch begins to emphasize her identity, it shows that he can no longer stand it any longer. "I am the one chosen by the Lord of death. How dare you kids dare to mess with me?"

"Oh, I'm so scared." The voices of the girls immediately came, but they all sounded like a perfunctory birch.

"I think birch's facial features are still a little imperfect." Even Murong, who was standing next to him, could not help intervening, "how about reorganizing his facial features?"

"actually, I think it's weird to look like this." Qin Guan also set up a voice next to him. "No hair, no figure, and wearing a white dress with nothing, it's easy to scare people when walking on the road."

"how about tearing up the present painting and starting over?" Murong smiled coldly, "see if the white handsome guy will suddenly disappear like a green line."

"Murong, either you or I will die this time!" White birch looks like a madman who has been shaved in a mental hospital, and even her lips have been bitten and bleeding by herself.

"I think there's something missing." Another person poked his head out from behind the easel, "how can you forget to wear lipstick since you are so well dressed?"

"good idea!"

"Oh, no. It seems that the red paint has been used up. What should I do?"

Hearing the sound of "rustling" in the classroom, birch could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. The way he looks now, he really can't stand other troubles.

"it's all right. I have red paint here." A teenager much taller than a birch stood up from behind the easel.

"Zhu Ting?!" When the birch saw the boy clearly, it was as if she had seen a ghost and immediately covered her mouth with her movable hands. "Oh!" Ugh! "

"Oh, my God, this is." Even Murong and Qin Guan could not help but look away.

The boy who stood up from the classroom was not very handsome, but he also looked decent. But. On the other hand, there was a bone-deep wound on the boy's neck, and the blood stained the whole white shirt on the boy's body, but it was still flowing down.

"I have red paint here." The teenager's neck was crooked, which made the wound even more ferocious. "is that enough?"

"you are a fake, you are not Zhu Ting." The bald birch shook her head in disbelief. "you are not Zhu Ting, Zhu Ting has been.". "

"already dead, killed by you." The boy's protruding eyes were fixed on the birch. "Birch, why are you doing this to me?"

"We grew up together, and no one in the world likes you more than I do! No matter what you do, I will accompany you, even if you crazy want to do any blood sacrifice, I will accompany you! But why did you kill me?! " Zhu Ting's eyes shed blood and tears, and red blood had flowed on the floor of the art room.

"how hypocritical you are!" Although there was fear in the birch's eyes, it was well restrained, and her voice trembled at most. "you said you would do anything for my happiness, and you said you would risk your life for my happiness!" If it hadn't been for the blood sacrifice, I wouldn't have talked to you at that time! Besides, I had no idea that a blood sacrifice would require so much blood! "

"that's not right." Murong suddenly interrupted Bai Hua. "if you need a boy's blood, why don't you do it yourself?" You're going to kill yourself anyway. Wouldn't it be killing two birds with one stone to shed some blood? "

Hearing Murong's words, birch's face instantly turned blue, red, purple and white.

"Oh, my God, isn't the handsome white boy already a boy?" From the beginning of entering the art classroom, Murong felt that everything that happened here was so relieved!

"that was before I met the Lord of death!" Birch immediately defended, "No, I didn't do anything!" Nothing! "

"I'll paint you lipstick." The ghost named Zhu Ting stained red with a paintbrush, and even though he looked ferocious, he still drew red lips for the birch very carefully.

"well." White birch desperately bit her lips, but there was still a touch of blood red on his mouth. It was not red paint, but Zhu Ting's blood!

"do you have any red paint over there?" The girl sitting in the corner of the first row suddenly said, "Miss du's clothes are red, but I don't have any red paint. I feel like I need a lot.". "

"do you need it?" Zhu Ting tilted his neck and glanced at the girl's direction. "Don't you have a lot of it yourself?"

"Ah!" The girl suddenly jumped out of her chair and pushed down the easel in front of her as soon as she missed, making the whole person appear in Dewey's eyes.

"well." Dewey's intact eye clearly recognized the girl, and the loss of his mouth prevented Dewey from screaming even if he didn't control himself for a moment.

The girl looks only fifteen or sixteen years old and is very cute.

But between the girl's legs, dirty blood kept flowing down.

"I forgot." The girl said faintly, "I also have a lot of blood, I also have a lot of blood." Do you like this color, Mr. du? Do you remember, Mr. du? This is our baby. "

"Oh! Ah! "

Shrill screams resounded throughout the classroom!

"what's going on?" Murong was also surprised. "isn't Dewey's mouth gone?"

"I forgot to draw just now, so I just made it up." The girl who first spoke responded with a smile.

Then everyone noticed a gaping mouth on Dewey's neck!

"what on earth did this scumbag Dewey do?" Murong couldn't help covering her eyes. "this kind of scum dares to claim to be a teacher."

"it's really a good horror movie." Qin Guan sneered, "now that Dewey has already shouted that, that is to say, he is out?" This is really a good reincarnation. "

"Miss du, look, this is our baby." The innocent girl only held the bright red blood in her hand, but after hearing what she said, everyone could not bear to look directly at it.

"scum!" Murong gritted her teeth again and said, "No wonder she hooked up with birch so quickly. Even if she smiles every day, she is just a scum!" I don't know how many little girls and how many people this bastard has deceived and hurt with this seemingly friendly smile! "

In the eyes of the public, Dewey's body really began to become transparent.

"No! No! I don't want to go! " Dewey shouted as hard as he could.

Off the screen, death, who watched the film, nodded and said, "it's really a good movie."

"Let me go!" At the moment of seeing Dewey's body becoming transparent, Su Qing's strength broke out completely!

It is impossible for meditation to enter the world of trial in the underworld with its real body, so at this moment the power that Su Qingxing burst out, even the contemplation that has been trying to suppress, is powerless!

Even if death clung to the betrothal's hands and desperately hugged the slightly delicate figure into his arms, the power of Su Qingxing burst out in all directions!

"Boom!"

Shen Si and Su Qingxing were as if they were in a storm, and the seats around them and all the furnishings in the cinema were crushed by force, and only the front screen was already showing pictures of Dewey disappearing.

"calm." Contemplation strives to embed the betrothal in his arms.

On the other hand, Su Qingxing just stared at Dewey, who was about to disappear, then struggled to open his bosom of contemplation, held out his hand in the direction of Dewey on the screen, and then ….

Give it a pinch!

The power of Su Qingxing caused a gust of wind, which blew up a drooping silver hair at random.

At that moment, his Royal Highness death, who had been staring closely at the betrothed, seemed to be squinted, but he could not take his eyes away.

"Ah!" What is really strange is that when Dewey shot off the screen, he suddenly stopped being transparent and felt as painful as being pinched by the neck.

Dewey was transferred to the neck of the big mouth was also severely pinched, looking horrible and absurd!

"he's dying." Shen Si stood beside Su Qingxing and said, "Why bother?"

"it is the responsibility of the guide to send those who do not like them to hell and to bring their chosen ones back to the ghost town." The bewildered Su Qingxing can be regarded as a good boy who answers every question. "I hate Dewey. It's too cheap for him to go to hell!"

As he spoke, Su Qingxing immediately clasped his outstretched hand.

Dewey on the screen was reduced to pieces and ashes in a shrill scream.

ashes to ashes!

"Dead number MS8346, Dewey. The trial failed. "

"you are undoubtedly the strongest of all the guides." Death looked at Dewey on the screen, but did not feel sorry for it, but asked curiously, "if someone was killed in the trial, did not go to hell, did not go to the ghost city, then where would he go?"

"will be delayed." Su Qingxing finally calmed down after an outbreak. "maybe it's to clear out the memory and go to another ghost town to start all over again." But Dewey, it's not worth wasting energy. "

"only ghosts with good intentions can go to ghost towns?"

"No." Su Qingxing's mood became more and more stable, and the whole person subconsciously leaned against his contemplation, and his voice became more sleepy. "that's just my personal preference with cinnabar." In order to enhance their own strength, many ghost cities will choose the most ferocious and cruel ghosts to join the ghost town. I don't like it. "

Death immediately hugged Su Qingxing, who fell into his arms.

His betrothal was not exhausted, but he was too tired and had to close his eyes and sleep for a while.

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with Su Qingxing, death looked around and found that the seats in the whole studio had been crushed by the power of his own betrothal.

As a result, death can only hold Su Qingxing in his arms and look at the comfortable sleep of his betrothed, and can't help but whisper: "when I solve all the things, I will tell you all the stories."

Then, the two just snuggle up, facing the only intact movie screen in front of them.

Although Dewey has gone up in smoke, the birch on the screen still looks fearlessly at Zhu Ting, who is coming to him.

Even though the boy was bathed in blood, the birch said without tolerance, "I will not be afraid." No matter how embarrassed I am now, as long as I can get through customs smoothly, everything will change back to the way it used to be. If I can't even do that, how can I meet Lord death? "