Of course, in the end, it will still be cheap Chen Yu himself, after all, he can conquer the existence of the little phoenix, and for the woman on the side, it can be solved with just a smile and a movement. Lewen

Little Phoenix is so confident in her own charm that she has recruited so many women for her husband, she really feels a lot of pressure, although she is young, she already understands the helplessness of adults, and begins to comfort her in a unique way.

Sure enough, the two are a couple who are destined to be born, otherwise how could there be such a tacit understanding scene, it is probably all an illusion, Chen Yu feels extremely happy now, and hopes to stay at this moment forever, countless aunts selling vegetables on the street have rushed over.

Even some of the male compatriots, in the excitement, are also engaged in psychological struggle, and finally decide to open their hearts and rush forward, even if it is only the wall, it doesn't matter.

Of course, he couldn't stand everyone's eyes, the little phoenix spewed out a flame, burning everyone into black coal, and he couldn't move anymore, and his whole body hurt badly.

Spit out a puff of white smoke, Chen Yu, who had been burned to black, was very helpless and unwilling, desperately looking for the little phoenix's eyes with his eyes, hoping to get her apology or something.

However, until the moment he fell, the little phoenix still didn't look at him directly, kept her head down, seemed to yawn, and everything had nothing to do with her.

In fact, it doesn't matter, compared to the feeling of eating tree bark and being mad, the little phoenix who has been affected by the cold-blooded nature of the Feng clan is definitely not from dubbing, she is actually a kind, cute and sensible little girl.

Probably the closest, the power of the holy flame is greater, Chen Yu's breath went from there to nothing, his eyes slowly closed, and the corners of his mouth were still slightly upturned until death, probably a poor little phoenix.

If the two of them had gotten acquainted earlier, they would have been able to save Little Phoenix from the dire family sooner, and now it seems like it's too late.

A drop of light fell to the ground from the face of the little phoenix, and when the holy flame was shot just now, it was discovered that it was an ordinary person, of course, it could not be killed casually, otherwise it would tarnish the prestige of the phoenix clan.

After that, the power of the flame was changed, and all the people just felt a little unbearable pain, and life was worse than death, but in fact, they couldn't die at all.

And Chen Yu, who was the closest, naturally endured the baptism of the complete holy fire, with his cultivation, how could he withstand this fire, he would have died a long time ago.

"Boom!"

A faint red light shrouded the surroundings, and the people who were falling to the ground and wailing next to them, as well as everything around them, even the three-story restaurant turned to ashes in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

There were only two of them left in the entire space, and the little phoenix stepped forward, grabbed Chen Yu's ears, and forcibly lifted his body as if he was alive.

It has always been the case, a corpse and a six-year-old child, once again embarking on a journey on the run, even if the corpse begins to change, and then begins to change, and then changes, the two are still hand and ear connected.

"Wouldn't it be a little too romantic, sure enough, Ben Shao was born to be a girl killer......"

It seems that there is something more painful in the world than the bark of the black tree, and it would be better if the little phoenix didn't keep pulling on his ears, after all, as a perfect man, he still needs the cooperation of two ears.

The little phoenix, who was dragging the corpse of Hei Chen Yu, suddenly stopped, turned its head violently, with a look of horror on its face, desperately searching, but did not find what it wanted.

Probably everything was an illusion, the little phoenix lowered her head and dragged a corpse in frustration and disappeared into the darkness.

In the nine layers of hell, the No. 38 oil pot has not stopped, and the temperature is a few points lower, but those souls are happy, singing and dancing, rippling in a temperature that they have never felt before.

Maybe it's the relationship that often scolds God, the old man finally can't support it, so it will be so beautiful, if you don't cherish it, you will definitely be struck by lightning.

When that shocking joke was told, Dashan's status rose gradually, and even at the instigation of all the joke team members, he became the first owner of 38 oil pots.

I don't know if it's the first pot owner of the Nine-Layer Hell Oil Pot Hell, after all, the two pots are too far apart, and no one has ever really understood the situation in the opposite pot.

Originally, Dashan wanted to be a pure joke master, but the ghosts around him were too enthusiastic, and even if he refused, it was useless, so he simply agreed.

At least in the twenties where jokes can still arouse the interest of souls, his position can be very stable, that is, to worry about some small things, which will definitely affect the progress of writing a joke book.

The oil pot once again lowered the temperature, which aroused the great attention of the first pot owner, although he was also immersed in the blessing of God, but he still retained a trace of reason, after all, the status is different now, and he has to do something practical for his brothers and sisters, and it is not a disadvantage to this position.

In the end, of course, with a professional joke writing book, the head can't think of what the problem is, so he can only put down the shelf and have fun with the people, and try to put his posture low, otherwise after more than 20 years, the main position of the first pot may be hanging.

The joke group is also very shrewd, first using the mountain as a guise, temporarily becoming the first pot owner, let him deal with any small things, and he will definitely be busy in the future, and he can't care about writing jokes.

So more than 20 years later, the position of the first pot owner has naturally become the bag of the joke group, although it has not yet been decided which member will become the second pot owner, but the previous oath is still quite reliable, as long as who becomes the pot owner, everything has to be discussed by the members, and the violator will not die.

A group of dead souls, who can't even discuss the good death, can only say that they still have quite ideals, and maybe they can really become a good pot owner who loves the people like a son.

Don't think about it so much now, there is still a long time to wait, when I used to think about jokes, I didn't notice it for a hundred years, only more than 20 years, I was already a little impatient, it seems that people's mood is the key to determining the length of time.

Since God has blessed you again, you have to be worthy of the old man, and hurry up to enjoy the extraordinary experience brought by the oil pot after the temperature changes, and I heard that it is the best temperature that a ghost will like.

A ghost suggested, simply add blessings, it is better to have another Songkran Festival, such a wonderful temperature of oil, I am afraid that it will be difficult to encounter in the future, you have to hurry up and have a good time.

As the owner of the pot, Dashan nodded, he still appreciated the minds of his subordinates, waved his big hand, roared in his throat, and the ghosts spread word of mouth, and a new round of oil splashing was about to begin.

One-to-one, one-to-two, one-to-three, one-to-thirteen, one-to-two-hundred......

The stronger the ability, the greater the responsibility, the owner of the pot is attacked by all the ghosts, with one enemy against a million, that kind of spirit is really admirable.