C198 The Human-demon Competition

Chen Xi shook his head and muttered: "Are you really Ghost Mother?"

Xing Juan: "You once said, when life is the same as bed, death is the same as acupoint. I was in the cold storage room, waiting for you, waiting for you to die together with me, why did you run away again?"

Chen Xi's face was filled with helplessness as he trembled and lit up a cigarette. Facing Xing Juan