Zhang Yuanqing frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly thought of this contradictory prop, when facing the ghost bride, it showed a desire to survive that is not what props should have.

"Yes, Elvis Presley's soul is sealed in the prop. Like the red shoes, it is a prop with its own ideas, and you can communicate with it if you have ideas..."

After thinking it over, Zhang Yuanqing cleared his throat:

"Elvis, you will follow me from now on. The popular ones drink spicy food. The better days are coming. I would like to ask you a favor now, um, do you have any records, information about the Demon Lord?"

He originally wanted to say Brother Bing, but Elvis Presley certainly didn't know who Brother Bing was referring to, and he didn't know Brother Bing's spiritual id.

The stereo in the black metal case was unresponsive.

"Would you like to drink fine wine if you toast?"

The audio is unresponsive.

After repeated persuasion to no avail, Zhang Yuanqing became furious, threw it into the trash can, and untied his belt:

"Okay, you are not benevolent and I am not righteous, let you taste the boy's broth."

Just as he was about to take out the Dinghaishen needle to empty the sea eyes, the Elvis speaker, which was trapped in the whole body, made a "sizzling" electric sound.

There is a show!

Zhang Yuanqing was overjoyed, and the next moment, a strange audio echoed in the room:

"Ah ~ ah ..... hmm ~ um ~ ah ... you lightly ..."

The woman's whispers and the man's heavy panting echoed in the room with surround sound.

What happened... Zhang Yuanqing's face was dull, and a row of question marks flashed in his mind.

Immediately afterwards, the bedroom door was knocked roughly, and grandma's angry roar came:

"Zhang Yuanqing, what are you doing in the house! The sound has been transmitted downstairs, don't be ashamed! You open the door, my mother will beat you to death today!!"

Grandma, listen to my explanation! ! ! In desperation, Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his hand towards the door, and grasped twice, as if to redeem the lost family relationship.

By the way, the night travel skill can eliminate all movement... He quickly leaned over, picked up the Elvis speaker in the trash can, and entered the night travel state.

The illusory power of the sun exploded, enveloping him, and Zhang Yuanqing's figure was abruptly erased.

In an instant, the melancholy sound dissipated in the room, only echoing in Zhang Yuanqing's ear.

The grandma knocked on the door stubbornly for a long time, but when she saw that the sound stopped and the grandson pretended to be dead, she dropped a harsh word and left.

"I'll clean you up after you come out."

Phew... Zhang Yuanqing was relieved, and at this moment, all the movement disappeared with the man's low growl.

A few seconds later, a young but hoarse voice sounded:

"I have slept with so many women, but the women in your Beauty God Association are the most comfortable. It is worthy of the profession of controlling love and desire."

Then, a soft and sweet voice with a hint of hoarseness responded:

"Master Mojun, it is Betty's honor to serve you. When will you leave this country and accompany Betty to meet the president? Our president has always wanted to see you."

This woman's pronunciation is a bit crappy, and she seems to be a foreigner. JrNovels.com