Qingluan's face was so pale that she had no trace of blood. She had always been quite proud of her Fuyao Sword Wings, but today's Wang Bu Xiangsi Slash made her unable to even have the slightest desire to win.

Behind the light gate, Bing stumbled towards the ghost claws and sighed: "Oh my, this white, rich and beautiful girl has become white, rich and beautiful now! What a big loss, what a big loss!"

Of course, Ghost Claw didn't speak.

"Hey, little Tangtang doesn't like to eat soft rice, which is really worrying. What a good soft rice, if I had..." Bing Rui thought, he inadvertently raised his head, and suddenly saw Guizhao's eyes, and immediately

Stunned.

Deep in Ghost Claw's eyes, a blazing light lit up.

Bing reacted immediately, and his poker face became serious: "Are you excited? Your Fire Scythe Ghost Claw is also at the master level. Have you ever thought about going beyond the master level?"

Bing was actually just talking to himself out of habit, but a dry voice suddenly sounded.

"have."

Bing stared blankly at the ghost claws, his mouth formed a circle, and his expression was as if he had really seen a ghost.

Ghost Claw spoke...

"You, you, you, you... can talk?" Bing pointed at his claws and asked in a trembling voice. Suddenly he thought of himself talking a lot to a guy who could talk and think, and Bing suddenly felt that life was so dark.

What a shame!

The dignified chief instructor of the Southern Cross Regiment...

"Yes." Ghost Claw's voice was very dry and hoarse, and he spoke very laboriously.

"Then, that, that, that...why didn't you say it?" Bing asked with a look of panic on his face.

"Tired." Ghost Claw said with a dull look on his face.
Chapter completed!