But it¡¯s not a big deal. She has so many memories now. If she uses a word to describe it, what¡¯s it called? It's wonderful.
? Except that the hanged ghost crying at the Wangchuan River is a bit scary in my memory, but it is really good, the water is good, the bridge is good, and the flowers are beautiful
In the underworld, at this moment, the King of Hades of the Ten Temples was patrolling the Wangchuan River as usual, and seeing the souls that were either missing arms or legs, or bloody and bloody, he was once again vomited disgustingly.
It's no wonder that the last king of the Ten Temples of Hades was so happy when he left office. This job is really not done by humans.
He mumbled unconsciously, and was heard by the ghost messenger behind him, who murmured suspiciously, "We are not human in the first place, aren't we all ghosts?"
The King of Hades, who was walking in the front, turned back and kicked him down the Wangchuan River, letting him be dragged by those wretched souls, but he remained indifferent.
He even let out a haughty "hum."
Tell you to talk too much, doesn't this king know?!
Ghost messenger: "Help me, my lord, don't come here, you can't tear your pants, what do you want to do! It hurtsdon't, don't come in again, woo"
When he was picked up by Hades of the Ten Palaces, the ghost messenger had been absorbed by the souls in the Wangchuan River for at least two hundred years. His body was covered in bruises under his broken official robe, and he was lying on the bridge crying loudly, "I'm not clean. It's" and so on.
Hades of Ten Temples stepped on his crouched body in distaste, and Guicha let out a muffled snort, and some water from the Wangchuan River flowed out from behind him.
He blushed all of a sudden, and his sobs turned into choked sobs.
King Hades of Ten Temples looked at his lovely and pitiful subordinate, and suddenly folded his arms around his chest, raised his hand and rubbed his chin with his fingertips, and there was some interesting interest in his eyes.
As a result, the strength under his feet became heavier, and he even viciously rolled towards his closed valley that kept flowing out.
The ghost messenger who fell to the ground in pain suddenly twitched, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.
Ghost Xiu's body is inherently sensitive, so how could he stand up to such treatment.
And here, above the boundless sky, even though Qing Mu used his cloak to block him quickly, but surrounded by sword energy, Chu Chenzhi, who looked terrified on his face, still saw that delicate and soft person, with the stern look on his neck. The blood-oozing bite marks, like a declaration of sovereignty, made the anger in his heart churn wildly.
"Mu Yizhou!" He didn't even call out to his senior brother, the sword aura around him made his clothes flutter without any wind, and there was a bit of uncommon hostility in his cold eyebrows.
And it is still gradually spreading and aggravating.
He held the Li Yuan sword back in his hand, looked at Qing Mu as if he was looking at a dead person, and Qing Mu looked at him not much better.
The two are clearly senior brothers. Before Chu Xiaotao went to Zhuoguang Mountain, they had a pretty good relationship and even trusted each other, but now, apart from the indifference in their eyes, they all hoped that the other party would die.
"Give me back Taoer." The innate demonic energy in his body began to be uncontrollable again. Chu Chenzhi took a deep breath and tried to make his voice look calmer. He didn't want to talk to his senior brother. Let's fight, if he can return Tao'er now
"Don't even think about it!"
Qing Mu also had a blue sword spirit all over his body, but it was faintly mixed with some black mist-like demonic energy. Chu Chenzhi was not surprised at all when he saw the Fallen Immortal Seal between his brows, or rather, he didn't care. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com