"Everyone, how do you feel?" Ouyang Zhixin stood not far from them, his voice was mocking and disdainful, looking at them like a dead person, without a little wave. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who? Who are you?" the crowd rose from the ground like frightened birds, looking for the source of the direction, and then they found her and the man hanging on her.

They looked at her with scrutiny, questioning, surprise, and anger.

"You trespassed into the underworld and injured the underworld yin god, I now give you two choices, destroy the purple mansion or die under my sword!" she directly picked out the intention, looked around, and made sure that they were all before she spoke, anyway, this group of people will always be punished by something.

"Who are you? What turn is you talking here?" Her words directly angered some of the people who had planned to discuss with her, and they glared at her with displeasure, but they didn't dare to do anything, for fear that she would see their strength.

"You are in the underworld now, you can't get out, it seems that you don't like these two options, then there is another one, just stay here forever and wait for death!"

The man who was picking up her clothes suddenly stopped her from leaving, "Ghost King, oops, my head hurts so much, it's annoying to look at them, why don't you kill them all?" Yan Jun's body overflowed with a trace of murderous aura, and a sarcastic smile crossed under his faint eyes, he, Yan Jundang's nest, inherited the mess of the previous Yan Jun and needed others to help, he was a waste who was not in good health, and he was attacked by a group of monks in the Jindan period.

Ouyang Zhixin glanced at him expressionlessly, there are so many words, there are so many treasures on them, won't it be all hers when they die?

"Demon girl, it seems that if you are with this waste, then you must be from the underworld, let us go quickly, otherwise when our sect chases, you will die!"

"Slap !!" Ouyang Zhixin's backhand volley was a slap in his face, and the whole person flew out a few meters away, fell heavily to the ground, spit out a mouthful of blood and a few teeth, and the whole face was swollen like a pig's head.

"If it were someone else, you would definitely kneel down and beg for mercy in your situation, and you wouldn't look at your current level, just a little ant who could be pinched to death at will. Ouyang Zhixin withdrew his palm and expressed disdain for his words, is she such a person who compromises so easily, "As for your sect, if you also want to come to die, then I will accompany you to the end!"

Ouyang Zhixin pulled Yan Jun and left, on the way back to the Yama Palace, "If you want to kill them, go ahead, take a few people, don't get your hands dirty!"

"Then you can help people kill them!" Yan Jun still held her as he did just now, without the slightest hint of letting go, when he spoke, he was like a flower, and he stroked his long hair with one hand, and pressed her tighter.

"Hehe, Yan Jun, you should go back and take medicine!" Ouyang Zhixin really couldn't stand the appearance of a big man, so he simply brushed off his hand at the fork in the road and walked in the direction of Nai He Bridge.

Yan Jun stood there in a daze, the flower on the other side reflected his pale and indifferent face, his hands covered his chest, coughed lightly, and the tip of his tongue crossed the corners of his mouth, so he would not let go easily, he finally fell in love with an interesting prey, and he didn't know if the old man would stop him.

However, all the decorations of the bridge were restored to their original state, Meng Po changed into a black dress and stood on the bridge to boil thick and tasteless Meng Po soup, and kept adding some unknown powder into her hands, muttering in her mouth, Yin will help her bring a few small bowls and put them beside her.

"My lord, do you want a bowl? It tastes good!" The little yin general who helped saw Ouyang Zhixin coming over, and stepped forward to speak to her politely, without asking her the purpose of coming here at all.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was slapped on the head by Meng Po behind him with a spoon, "What kind of Meng Po soup do you drink for your yang soul, use your pig brain!"

"I'm sorry, my lord, I forgot, hey, hey, mother-in-law, I'll help you make soup!" Xiao Yin smiled innocently, smiled apologetically at Ouyang Zhixin, and then turned around and walked to Meng Po's position to replace Meng Po.

After he said this, he was beaten again, and he didn't stop until several bags of Meng Po appeared on his head, took a deep breath, pulled his ear and said, "Mother-in-law, your sister-in-law, am I that old? You kid wants to steal my Meng Po soup, drink less, you can't sleep at night!"

Ouyang Zhixin covered his lips and smiled, turned around and walked to the stone table a few meters away and sat down.

"It seems that Meng Po's soup is really delicious!" With a flick of her wrist, a pot of fragrant tea fell on the table, and she looked at Meng Po who came with an angry face and shook her head helplessly.

"Adults don't know, Meng Po soup is colorless and tasteless, it's just that these yin gods are bored and want to quench their thirst!" Hearing her say this, Meng Po smiled, took the tea she handed over, and took a sip, showing her own etiquette.

"Then does Meng Po's soup really have the effect of making people forgetful?" Ouyang Zhixin was a little curious, she had never seen Meng Po on the earth, but she was a little curious about these, is Meng Po soup really as miraculous as in the legend?

"Hahaha, it turns out that adults also like these? Meng Po soup is just to make people forget about entering reincarnation in this life, but any more bodhicitta can achieve the effect of forgetfulness!" Meng Po gently put down the cup in her hand, in the past thousand years, many immortals have come to the underworld to ask for forgetfulness water, but no bodhicitta is delusional.

"Oh!" it was clear from Meng Po's eyes that this bodhichitta was not easy to find, and she was useless anyway, so she didn't ask any more.

"Your Excellency came here with Yan Jun just now?" Meng Po vaguely saw a purple shadow floating by just now, the only clothes that can be colored in this underworld are Yan Jun except for Bai Impermanence, Yan Jun is the only one left, could it be that Yan Jun has any purpose for your adult?

"Yes, what's wrong? It seems that Meng Po is very nervous!"

"Ahem, my lord has been here, and I don't know, Yan Jun's temper is not good, this is his return from the ninety-ninth tribulation, and he is still one life away from cultivating the Da Luo Golden Body, and it is better for adults to stay away from Yan Jun!" Meng Po looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no figure around, she lowered her voice and explained to Ouyang Zhixin, her tone when she spoke was extremely funny, her eyebrows trembled high and low, and she mentioned it vaguely, it depends on whether Ouyang Zhixin can understand.