Meng Chun followed Hei Wuchang all the way, and asked as he walked: "Hei Ye, where are we going?"

"Just like you, it's not enough for grandpa to stuff his teeth!"

Hei Wuchang didn't bother to take care of her, and took her to the outside of another hall, the doors of the hall were all open, and when he looked inside, the red gauze curtains in the hall were flying, and he shook his hand and let her go in by herself.

Meng Chun felt ominous in his heart, so he immediately squatted down and hugged Hei Wuchang's legs, and he didn't let go.

Hei Wuchang shook his legs, but couldn't throw them out: "Hurry up and let go, get in!"

"I don't! You don't tell me what to do in there!" Meng Chun insisted.

"You're lucky enough to be able to run for our Hades Lord's concubine. Hei Wuchang shook his tongue: "Hurry up and go in by yourself." ”

"Concubine, you mean, you want me to run for the little wife of the Immortal Monarch?"

"Exactly!"

"Who are you fooling? I'm not blind, there is no one in that hall, what kind of candidacy! Where is Meng Po selected and sent, this level can be regarded as a guarantee!"

Hei Wuchang pushed her in again, as if he was in a hurry to leave: "Anyway, it's a good thing, you hurry up!"

"How can no one come to a good thing! I won't go! I'm going to be reincarnated, so I don't want to be someone else's little wife!"

Hei Wuchang suddenly stopped his movements and sneered: "Reincarnation? I'm afraid it won't be your turn to reincarnate." There is a cloud in the law, and those who commit suicide are all prisoners. If you really don't want to go in, forget it, hurry up and follow me to the eighteenth layer of hell, it's still early, I'll personally send you to hell!"

“...... Forget about going to hell. Meng Chun was frightened and smiled awkwardly.

"The choice is yours!" Black Impermanence stopped pushing her, only looking at her with two dead eyes on the side.

Although the little wife is not easy to do, it is better than going to hell, whether people are alive or dead, they still have to know the difficulties and retreat!

Quickly did his psychological work, Meng Chun rubbed his face with both hands, decided to face life head-on, and walked into the hall with great righteousness.

The wind of Hades was blowing coldly on her body, and she felt that she was shivering, and the further she went, the more she trembled.

Could it be that the Immortal Monarch is uglier than the black impermanence? They are all the lords of the underworld, shouldn't the concubines be a lot? Why don't they even have a candidate? This inexplicable escort is frightened!

Walking further in, it was still empty, Meng Chun cleared his throat and asked, "Hello, is there anyone here who is responsible for choosing a concubine? Is there anyone here?"

"Am I going to do something? Can anyone come out and say something?"

"Does that mean I'm going to take care of myself?"

She shouted so much that her throat was dry, and there was no sound to reply to her.

She wandered around the hall, only a few sheets, a glass of white water was placed, nothing else, just dry mouth, thinking that she was a ghost now anyway, and she was not afraid of poisoning, so she drank it directly.

After drinking and then looking up, the hall has changed its appearance, as if the area is larger, the surrounding is still a red gauze tent, but a few sons and water cups are gone, the deepest part of the hall along the stairs appeared a huge seat, black as water, a bit of the taste of the emperor's dragon seat in the Forbidden City, but the color is different, and the momentum is more majestic.

There is a man sitting on the seat at the moment, dressed in blue and black complicated clothes, sitting very neatly, the lines on his face are like knives and axes, outlining the three-dimensional sense of the West, but the eyebrows and eyes are clear, and full of oriental charm.

Meng Chun summed up two words in his heart: good-looking!

It seems that the escort student really has an advantage, so he should have been selected after drinking a glass of water?