The ghost hunter walked out in despair, of course he also wanted to fight with his life to attack the Emperor of the Wasteland, and when he was at the foot of the Emperor of the Wasteland, the ghost hunting was furious, how could he have suffered such humiliation?

But no matter how he struggled, the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven pressed on his heart like a mountain, making it difficult for him to move. At that time, the ghost hunter had a sense of powerlessness, but he still did not give up, and it was not until he and the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven looked at each other that he realized that there were some people in this world who might never be able to surpass him.

In fact, there are many people who are stronger than ghost hunters, such as the Dragon City Lord, such as the Dust City Lord, such as the white-haired old man, etc.—although these ghost hunters know that they are powerful, they have never really fought against them, so they don't know that the gap between them and them is so big.

The ghost hunter suffered the first real defeat in his life, and his mood was extremely low!

When the Emperor of the Deserted Heaven helped him force the gradient, although he was also struggling, it was not so intense, until the Emperor of the Wasteland let go of him and said, "It's handsome without hair! You can go!" He gritted his teeth and turned around like a wronged child.

Even the Emperor of the Wild Heaven didn't expect that he would really be obedient and go out, so he felt that he was a little overestimated by ghost hunting.

Having said that, when the Emperor of the Wasteland looked at him, the ghost hunter had the familiar feeling of suddenly having a soul in his body, but this time this feeling lasted for a short time and disappeared······

After the ghost hunter walked out of the Eight Treasures Room, he was still immersed in the cruel eyes of the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven just now, and he still couldn't let go of the feeling that sent chills down his spine.

"Ahh

The ghost hunter was stabbed back to his senses by her scream, of course he knew what the martial god was talking about, and his face was red and a little annoyed when he was stabbed, but when he saw her apologetic expression, he couldn't get up like a deflated ball.

The ghost simply raised his chest and looked ahead, and without looking at her again, he ignored her and walked out.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! But you look handsome with short hair!" Shi Wushen caught up and said, the ghost hunter walked faster when he heard this, and he really couldn't open any pot.

However, Shi Wushen is not wrong, although the short hair of the ghost hunt does not have the softness of long hair, it is a little more masculine, as the so-called high appearance, any hairstyle is good-looking.

Shi Wushen also felt that his mouth was stupid, and immediately jumped over from the topic of hair.

"Have you seen the Emperor of the Wild Heaven who is not wearing a black robe!" said the Martial God of Liberation, chasing after him and pestering the ghost hunter.

The ghost hunter was a little impatient, but when he turned around and saw the beautiful smiling face of the Martial God, he couldn't get angry.

Since the ghost hunter was led by the Wasteland Marquis to go through the personnel, he is not as violent as before, and he can't treat men and women equally as before, and he is completely immune to women, and he has begun to pity them - of course, this privilege is only for beautiful girls.

"Yes!" replied the ghost briefly.

"Really?" Shi Wushen's chin stretched out as if he had seen a ghost, originally just to divert the topic and ask casually, but he didn't expect the ghost hunter to really see it.

The Emperor of the Desolate Heaven is extremely mysterious, everyone in the Desolate Land has only seen him wearing a black robe, and they don't know anything else, even the gender is judged by her hoarse voice, which is male.

It is rumored that the Emperor of the Wasteland is very lustful, and the real cronies around him are all beautiful women, this rumor makes people feel that the Emperor of the Wasteland is a man, not to mention how can a woman be the Emperor of the Wasteland?

"Hurry up, hurry up, I'll invite you out to dinner! You must tell me about the appearance of the Emperor of the Wild Heaven!" Shi Wushen was so excited that he pulled the ghost hunter and ran out, making the ghost hunter a little overwhelmed and pulled his hand back.

"I'm sorry, I'm so excited! I once asked Starfall about them, and they were all secretive and unwilling to tell me what the Emperor of the Wild Sky looked like!

"I know that maybe the appearance of the Emperor of the Wasteland is not so perfect, so they are afraid that I will be sad when I say it! But how can it be! They think too much! I have worshiped the Emperor of the Wasteland since I was a child, and the Emperor of the Wasteland is the god in my heart!"

"Emperor Desolate Heaven is my faith, even if his appearance is not perfect, I still worship him!"

"Well, for a respectful person, appearance really can't affect the worship of him!" The ghost hunter thought about the white-haired old man and the others, they were indeed ugly-the white-haired old man sneezed somewhere.

"She has a long scar on her face!" the ghost hunter said without understanding the meaning of the Martial God's words.

"Please, you must tell me carefully!" Shi Wushen Zhengse said, the ghost hunter wanted to refuse, he didn't even want to mention the name of the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven now, but--the beautiful girl's serious plea, no man would refuse.

The two of them went out of the Heavenly Emperor's Mansion to eat at the most luxurious restaurant in the land of rats, and it could be seen that the martial god was indeed very respected by others, and the people who passed by on the road kept nodding and saluting her, and she didn't even go back to others, and others were not surprised.

The ghost hunters found that the people here were not only rich in food and clothing, but also outside, from the boss to the rich merchants, down to the servants and entourage, all of them were dressed in brocade clothes, and those coolies did not do it, they were all done by some trained poultry.

People do things here because of love, not because of money. These talents are all selected from the other 11 districts and a total of 132 places by the earthquake Tianliao people who really love their craft.

For example, carpenters, cooks, gardeners and other craftsmen can pick out one and compare it with other places, including the five continents. Of course, it's not that they're more talented than anyone else, it's mainly because these people don't bother about making a living and can devote themselves to the career they like.

These people who have been tested and obtained the right to live in the land of the rat sea do not need to make money, and they can regularly receive high salaries from the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven without doing anything, and at the same time, on the premise of passing the application, they can also get a large amount of money for their own research and study.

Love is the premise of selection, and being able to pass the test means that there is talent, and in addition to such a comfortable and perfect environment, how can there be any reason not to be outstanding?

"What??," came the earth-shaking voice of the Martial God from the best restaurant in the land of Rat Hai today.

Then a figure flew out of the window of the building, and the ghost hunter flew out of the window unprepared by a sudden kick in the face by the Martial God. The ghost hunter rolled over in the air with a civet step, and then landed on all fours, finally not falling too ugly. The god of liberation then jumped down from the window after the ghost hunter.

"Damn!" the ghost hunter was already depressed, and the inexplicable kick of the Martial God made him nameless and angry.

"You-" The ghost hunter raised his head and just wanted to threaten, but he saw the face of the martial god standing in front of him full of tears, and I felt pity for me, and the ghost hunter was stunned for a moment and didn't understand the situation.

Then Shi Wushen wiped his tears and ran into the distance.

"This-what-what?" The ghost hunter held back his anger but looked confused, stunned in place, not knowing what to do.