"It''s perfect. As long as the spirit pressure is high enough, you can use the complete return to heaven." Mao Zhihua''s strong smile remains unchanged, squints his eyes and wipes the dust off Zhang Han''s face with a handkerchief.

    "Captain Mao Zhihua is very close to Han! How good it would be for me..."

    Not far away, Hu Che Yongyin looked at the scene with envy, and a flush flashed on his face, "Oh! What are you thinking?"

    If nothing is courteous, either rape or theft!

    At such a close distance, Zhang Han was slightly obsessed with each other''s beautiful appearance, but the dark and cold spirit pressure always reminded him that if he refused, there would be a big problem.

    "Isn''t it a return to heaven? I''m sure I can create a unique skill beyond all ghosts in the future!" whispered.

    Zhang Han, with a bitter face, pretended not to care, took out a few pages of paper from his arms and handed it to the other party.

    The fruits of three years of painstaking efforts are just... Handed out! The heart is already dripping blood!

    "Well, Xiao Han needs to refuel!"

    As soon as Mao Zhihua turned her palm, she didn''t know where those pages of paper had been hidden by her. The smile on her face was more brilliant, and her narrowed eyes looked like two crescent moons.

    ……

    A few days later, Zhang Han was meditating and practicing blade Zen in his dormitory. The four fan team three seats, eighty thousand people in Yijiang village and the flustered push door burst in.

    "Zhang Hansi, something serious has happened!" eighty thousand he in Yijiang village gasped and said loudly.

    "What''s the matter?" Zhang Han opened his eyes, stood up and looked at each other suspiciously.

    "The members of the WuFan team were falsely attacked in the 80th District of beiliuhun street and were seriously injured!"

    "WuFan team?" Zhang Han suddenly grabbed each other''s shoulder and asked, "where''s the young Sentao? Have you seen her?"

    Yijiang village eighty thousand he frowned, broke off his hand on his shoulder and said, "the WuFan team member who heard the news mentioned that the three seats of Xiaosen are the team leader this time."

    Two years ago, xiaosentao learned how to start and was promoted to three seats by lanran.

    "What?"

    Zhang Han was shocked and grabbed the soul chopping knife and rushed out of the four team house.

    When Zhang Han rushed out of the room, the God of death who told the news smiled coldly. When he looked carefully, the other party was not a three seat Yijiang village eighty thousand he of the four fan team, but a member of the five fan team!

    Under the influence of jinghuashuiyue, Zhang Han couldn''t tell who was standing in front of him.

    Young Sentao often came to sifan team to find him. The members of sifan team knew what happened to them. Therefore, it was natural for Yichang village eighty thousand he to inform him immediately after receiving the news.

    From beginning to end, Zhang Han never doubted the truth of the news.

    "Don''t do anything!"

    Zhang Han tried his best to take an instant step and rushed to Beiliu soul street. He couldn''t help talking.

    I was a little puzzled. When watching animation in my previous life, it seemed that lanran didn''t find any other actions except the many captain virtualization events 70 years ago and the death of Zhibo Haiyan a few years ago.

    Didn''t it appear in the animation?

    "It doesn''t make sense! What''s the effect of killing young Sentao at this time?"

    Zhang Han stopped at area 79 of Beiliu soul street and Caolu district. Not far ahead was area 80 and gengmu district. He muttered in his heart. There was a bad feeling.

    For the selfish blue dye, there are only two kinds of people in the soul world, useful and useless. Xiaosentao, who is absolutely loyal and admired by him, obviously has the value of utilization. How can lanran kill her in advance?

    "No!"

    Zhang Han was surprised. Since it was not for Xiaosen peach, the goal must be himself!

    "Shoot him, magic gun!"

    Just then, a faint white light came from the roof from afar. The sudden crisis made Zhang Han''s scalp numb. He instinctively turned to his body, but the white light ran through his left shoulder.

    I don''t know when a god of death dressed in white feather weaving appeared behind Zhang Han and slashed him on the waist.

    "Back to heaven!"

    Zhang hanqiang endured the sharp pain and turned to heaven.

    There is no time to absorb Lingzi. The power of Huitian released only by its own spiritual pressure is less than one-third, but it is enough to push back the enemy behind you and avoid the risk of being cut off by blocking the waist.

    "Ouch! It''s so agile. There''s only five levels of spiritual pressure, but it''s a pity that you can''t be killed under the sneak attack of two captains!"

    In mid air, lanran, shimaruyin and Dongxian are going to remove the barrier of hidden spiritual pressure and show their body shape.

    "Tie the way 77, the sky is empty!" Zhang Han whispered and looked angrily at the three people in the air.

    Tiantingkong Luo is a ghost road of communication type, which is similar to the thousand mile sound transmission in Xianxia novels. Use the circuit made of spiritual pressure to capture the familiar position of spiritual pressure and convey information.

    Time is pressing. Zhang Han has no time to use the sky full of singing. He can only barely catch the strong spirit pressure of Mao Zhihua. He hopes the other party will come to rescue as soon as possible.

    Before that, I can only try my best to hold the three opposite!

    Thinking of lanran''s strength, Zhang Han''s heart has sunk to the bottom of the valley, not to mention that shimaru silver and Dongxian want two captains, and the probability of escaping from Shengtian is almost zero!

    "Captain lanran, why did you attack me?"

    Zhang Han doesn''t understand that in the past three years, in addition to cultivation, he has been low-key enough. Why would he cause lanran''s hostility.

    "There are few people in the whole corpse soul world who can be valued by me, and Zhang Hanjun is one of them." Lan ran said lightly, "unfortunately, you can''t understand the way I want to go!"

    "Cut! Are you going to kill your companions wantonly?"

    Between life and death, Zhang Han no longer disguised his emotions and said angrily, "presumably, you killed vice captain Zhibo three years ago!"

    "No matter how strong the mole ant is, how can I regard the mole ant as a companion?" facing Zhang Han''s question, lanran''s face remained unchanged.

    "So, what about you two?" Zhang Han covered the wound on his shoulder, glanced over shimaruyin and Dongxian and asked, "as the captain, are you willing to be lanran''s running dog?"

    "Little officer, how can you understand our justice?"

    As if he didn''t hear the irony in Zhang Han''s words, Dongxian wanted to be serious.

    "Justice? Ha ha!" Zhang Han sneered, "I guess your justice is to revenge jinglingting! Becoming a god of death and joining the 13th team of the imperial court should be for this purpose!"

    "Let me guess again. Who was killed by the God of death? Friends? Lovers? Secret lovers? The central 46th room should not be punished. They rarely protect the interests of civilians."

    Understanding the plot has such advantages and clearly knows the weakness of the opponent.

    Zhang Han is already standing on the edge of the cliff. Maybe he will be doomed in the next second. Therefore, he has nothing to fear. He can satirize his opponent unscrupulously.

    "But if a secret lover dies, he will retaliate against the society. Captain Dongxian, don''t you think your justice is too narrow?"