After the two walked for a long time, there was a burst of delicious food in the air, just smelling the smell, the ghost hunter felt a great appetite, and followed the smell left and right, and walked for a while, and finally came to the gate of Bazhen Temple. True to its name, it is really a large yard, built between the cracks of two small hills.

Walking inside, I saw two hills on both sides of the road, which were planted with melon and fruit trees, about more than 100 acres, and it was a flower and fruit mountain at a glance. Vegetables and medicinal herbs are also grown.

Many servants tidy up the flower beds and take care of the herbs and fruit trees. There were also many houses scattered throughout the groves, some for storing food and some for servants.

"Are they guests?" the hunter asked, pointing to the crowd on the hill.

"No, they're servants, what's wrong?" asked the Martial God.

"Oh, no! nothing!" The ghost hunter was unfazed on the surface, but he was impressed in his heart.

For he found that each of these servants was richly dressed and looked like a large family, not like a servant. And their houses are also majestic, without a trace of shabby.

The two of them walked to the end of the road, and saw a house at the foot of the hill with a plaque of 'Eight Treasures' hanging on it.

"Come in, I'll be waiting for you outside!" Martial Arts stopped and stood outside the door.

"Have you eaten?"

Shi Wushen was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head. She didn't understand why the ghost hunter was asking.

"Let's go in and eat together!" said the Ghost Hunter.

"Uh, the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven didn't summon me!" said the Martial God of Liberation with a quick wave of his hand.

"Oh, if you want to be summoned, just say that you were invited by me!" said the ghost, reaching out and grabbing the wrist of the martial god, and pulling her along.

Shi Wushen was pulled two steps and almost stepped into the Bazhen room, she panicked, fortunately, the ghost hunter didn't use any force, she quickly broke free from the ghost hunter's arm and raised her foot to kick it, but the kick stopped in mid-air and quickly took it back.

"It's rude! I'm reflexive! You go in by yourself, we can't get close to her without being summoned by the Emperor of the Wasteland!"

After the ghost hunter entered, the heart of the god of liberation began to bump again, and I don't know if it was because she almost disobeyed the order of the emperor of the desolate sky and panicked, or because the ghost hunter grabbed her arm - the god of the desolate sky has not had close contact with any men except for the emperor of the desolate sky since he was a child.

I didn't think it was anything before, but when it was really approaching, even the ghost hunter felt a little heavy, especially when I thought of the punch that Emperor Huangtian had abused himself when he was in the Martial God Field before-at that time, Zhuyue took him to escape into the clouds, and he thought he had fled, but Zhuyue suddenly stopped the clouds and trembled, and then a pair of huge eyes appeared in front of him, and then a black-robed figure Huo Ran appeared in front of him and punched himself······

Bypassing the huge mahogany screen with ink paintings hanging in front of the house, the scene that caught his eye made the ghost hunter a little blindfolded, this so-called Emperor of the Wasteland, forgive his clumsiness, he really didn't see who it was.

When I entered the door, I saw that the table dozens of meters long and more than three meters wide was full of plates, and the ghost hunter could probably tell from the leftovers and aroma that it should have been full of delicious food.

On the top of the huge rectangular dining table sat a woman, to her left was the old woman who had just been in the ghost hunting room, and to her right was the starfall. At this time, Asostar was carrying a roast chicken and watching the ghost hunter and munching on it, while Asostar was feeding a large group of rats in the far corner.

The woman in the middle has a high braid at the back of her head, a very high ponytail, gray hair, but the gray hair does not affect her beautiful and moving appearance, with a wide earring in her right ear, Joan's nose is straight, her lips are dripping, her figure is slender, and she is slim. He was wearing a pair of very short hot pants and a chest wrap, and the rest of the skin was all exposed, but all the men were enthusiastic when they saw it.

It's just that she doesn't match her because she has a long scar on her right cheek that extends through her right eye to her forehead, but fortunately her right eye is fine. There is also no hint of a girl's appearance in her bold and casual movements, holding a roast suckling pig in both hands, stepping on the stool with one foot, and the other foot under the buttocks, tearing with her teeth like Starfall. It's just that she didn't exist as a ghost hunter and concentrated on devouring the roast pig in her hand, ignoring the ghost hunter and not looking at him.

Under the phoenix eyebrows, the eyes are blazing, like stars and moons, and under such beautiful and bright eyes, people feel a ruthless atmosphere that is not in harmony with them.

"How can a woman have such an aura!" This immediately evoked the memory of the ghost hunter's heart, when a pair of mothers-in-law and grandsons appeared at the east gate of the dust city, the ghost hunter felt this aura on the woman. With such an association, the old woman sitting next to the woman also remembered.

"It's you, mother-in-law, and that sister back then!" the ghost hunter blurted out, these two had helped him heal his injuries at the beginning, and when he saw the old people in this strange place, whether they were familiar or not, a sense of intimacy would arise spontaneously.

"Remember?" said the old woman to the ghost hunter with a kind smile.

At this time, the woman in the seat raised her head in astonishment.

"Do we know him?" the woman asked, looking at the old woman in a hoarse voice.

"You forgot, the kid in Youzhou at the beginning!"

"Oh!" the woman suddenly realized, this was the first time she was looking at a ghost.

"You've only been so strong in five or six years, and you've grown so tall!"

"Where is the Emperor of the Wasteland?" the ghost hunter asked immediately when he saw his acquaintance, and turned his head to look around with obvious hostility on his face.

"That bastard-" Before the egg word was spoken, the ghost hunter felt that the soles of his feet were soft and then he was lifted upside down, and the person who shot was the woman on the top position, she came to the ghost hunter in a flash, and the ghost hunter didn't notice, because the woman was not as tall as the ghost hunter, and the ghost hunter's head hit the ground because of this, not that it hurt much, but it was very humiliating.

"I am!" the woman playfully lifted the hunter's ankle and looked at him in a circle, as if she were picking out a fowl.

"I really can't imagine that it's so strong!" "Emperor Huangtian seemed to be praising a domestic animal for being strong.

The ghost hunter couldn't be surprised at this time, she turned out to be the Emperor of the Wasteland, the Emperor of the Wasteland turned out to be a woman, she beat me before, and so on, at this time, with such a humiliating gesture, he had to let himself stand up first.

The ghost hunter stood up like a snake with its tail and swung its upper body, and the Emperor of the Wild Heaven did not dodge when he saw this, and let him call.

"Bang bang!" There were two loud bangs, and the ghost hunter's fist hit the desolate emperor's bare delicate willow waist.

Emperor Huangtian's waist is slender, and his stomach is neatly arranged with six beautiful abdominal muscles (actually eight, covered by two hot pants), and two inverted deltoid muscles are distributed on both sides.

The ghost hunter hit it as if it was on top of steel, shaking her fists painfully, and on the other hand, the Emperor of the Wild Heaven, only two small pieces of skin were red on her waist, and the whole person did not move at all.

"I'll just punch you, now I'm relieved!" The corner of Emperor Huangtian's mouth smiled, as if he was looking at a grumpy child again.

"Hmph!" The ghost hunter shook violently and broke free from the Desolate Emperor's arm, and then bounced up and hit the Desolate Emperor with a heavy punch, and the Desolate Emperor raised his hand in front of him to easily block it.

At this time, Huang Xingmang and the others all threw sympathetic smiles at the ghost hunter - the Emperor of the Wild Heaven blocked it with his hand, what did it mean? It showed that she was actually not casual on the surface, and the two fists of the ghost hunter hurt her, so she didn't dare to take it again. As for the fact that Emperor Huangtian wanted to pretend, but the ghost hunter rubbed her face, the consequences were very serious.

"Don't make a fuss!" Emperor Desolate Heaven picked up the ghost hunter with a single pick, and then stomped down on the head, and the other side flower sensed the danger and released a shield condensed by blood to block the back of his head, but the next moment the blood shield was easily trampled away, blood splashed on the ground, and the ghost hunter was also stepped into the ground.

"Bhah, it's dirty, clean it up!" As soon as Emperor Desolate Heaven finished speaking, the rats that Desolate Xingmang had just fed swarmed over, licking the blood on the ground in an instant, and then scattered in a hurry.

"There are two things today!First, I originally wanted to accept you as a current person, but since you were the child at the beginning, then I will accept you as a little brother today!"

"Second, you will obey me in the future!"

"I don't want to!" Although the ghost hunter couldn't beat it, he still had a hard mouth.

"Bang!" The force on the Desolate Emperor's feet increased, and the ghost hunter was pressed into the ground for a few more minutes.

"I'm informing you, not asking for your consent!" "Emperor Desolate Heaven was imposing, hooking his waist and looking down at the ghost hunter, and said in a flamboyant manner.

With four eyes facing each other, the ghost hunter saw a terrifying and fierce aura in the eyes of the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven.

After the Emperor of the Wasteland finished speaking, he raised his feet slightly, intending to turn around and sit back on the seat to continue eating, at this time, although the ghost hunter was let go, he was still lying motionless in place, even if he was as violent as him, he was still in the cruelty that the Emperor of the Wasteland had just seen in his eyes.

"That's right!" the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven suddenly stopped.

"What does your hair look like when it's cut short?" said the Wasteland Emperor, a wicked smile raised at the corner of his mouth······