Wanyan stretched out the index finger of his right hand and quickly drew a pattern in the void, and the last stroke of his fingertip fell, and a palm-sized white light appeared in the void, and the white light spread out, forming a white light gate. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wanyan twisted her waist and walked in, Qiao Song hesitated for a moment, and also stepped in.

No matter what the future holds, it will not be worse than before, and at this time, Qiao Song has no choice at all.

The white light was suddenly dazzling, Qiao Song closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no other world in front of him.

Red bricks and green tiles, pavilions and attics, not how splendid, but antique. At this time, Qiao Song was standing under the porch with carved beams and red columns.

You can vaguely see a sign on the attic in the distance, which reads "Soul Office".

Qiao Song, who is extremely sensitive to taste, is keenly aware that this is not an antique building in the world she is in, because the buildings here are filled with a sense of heaviness and vicissitudes of history. It is impossible to imitate the antique building.

And here, even the air is heavily stained by time.

There was a figure floating from the end of the porch, it was no exaggeration, the figure was suspended in the air with its feet, and it was really floating in the direction of Qiao Song. Qiao Song endured the fear in his heart and pretended to be calm. Wan Yan looked as usual, as if she was used to seeing this kind of scene.

The figure floated close and stopped at a distance of one meter from Wanyan, and Qiao Song could no longer be strong and calm. The figure's face was blank!

No eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, no eyes, just a snow-white face.

Qiao Song took a step back, staring at the face in a daze, and his back tingled.

Wanyan glanced at Qiao Song disdainfully, and with a wave of his hand, the figure disappeared out of thin air, "What's so terrible about a spiritual sense!" gone, I sent you, the old lady still has a date. ”

Qiao Song swallowed his saliva and followed Wanyan through the porch, then through the three doors, and finally into a bright hall.

The hall is similar to the hall in the costume drama, but the difference is that there are modern furniture inside. The black leather sofa, the matching coffee table, the tea set on the coffee table, a layer of unstained white carpet, vases, flowers blooming in vases, and white pianos in the corners of the hall......

What the hell is this place!

There was no one inside, Wanyan retracted the foot that crossed the threshold and looked at Qiao Song, "You go in by yourself." ”

Without waiting for Qiao Song to answer, Wan Yan picked up Qiao Song and threw it in.

Qiao Song lost her center of gravity and fell to the ground, and when she stabilized her body and looked back, she could still see Wanyan's figure.

A gust of wind swept through the hall, and Qiao Song shivered. Her eyes wandered around the room, and there was indeed no one, so Qiao Song got up and walked to the sofa.

She had already seen a thin blanket on the sofa, and she was still naked, and the thin blanket was just right for her to wear.

Go to be with Wanyan first, she didn't have time to ask for clothes, and she was only twelve years old, plus the perennial malnutrition, her young body had not yet developed, and she was as dry as wood, so she didn't care.

Pick up a thin blanket and wrap it around your body, and tie it deftly in a knot, not what a skirt is.

Qiao Song was satisfied with his hand, but he saw that there was a person standing at the door of the hall at some point, only to see that the person's jade crown was tied up, but the sword eyebrows and starry eyes had a cold expression, and the black robe looked even more vicious.

A pair of inky eyes stared at Qiao Song for a moment, staring at Qiao Song uncomfortably.

Like An Lan, like smoke, Qiao Song didn't smell the smell on him.

The other party didn't speak, and Qiao Song was not in a hurry to speak, she stood with her head down and made a obedient appearance. Seeing Wanyan's strength, Qiao Song didn't dare to act rashly, no matter whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, she made up her mind that she would never make a move unless she had to.

The man was patient, his probing eyes swept all over Qiao Song's body, and suddenly raised his hand, and the arm suddenly grew to more than ten meters, slashing Qiao Song's lower abdomen, and the speed was so fast that Qiao Song didn't have time to dodge at all.

"Smack!"

Just the second when the palm of his hand slammed into Qiao Song, a black cold light crossed through the air, forming a black barrier in front of Qiao Song, and the palm of the hand hit the black barrier firmly, and with a "snap", it was bounced back.

The black barrier suddenly dissipated.

The man was forced to retreat slightly, steady, and looked in the direction of the black cold light. Qiao Song also looked over.

On the other side of the hall is a round arch, the arch is hung with a bead curtain, and the breeze from nowhere blows the bead curtain gently, and the bead curtain is hung on the hook impartially, and the inside of the arch can be seen clearly.

It was a couch on which was a man in a white shirt and black trousers was lying. A face seems to have been carefully carved by heaven, amazingly beautiful, but without losing the masculinity of a man. The buttons of his shirt were loosened, revealing a large area of wheat-colored skin on his chest, languid and sinister, and a pair of eyes as bright as stars looked at Qiao Song lightly.

But Qiao Song felt that the eyes that seemed to be light and breezy were not as light and light as they looked, and there were dark waves flowing under the deepest eyes, as if it was an emotion that he had never shown.

As for what that emotion was, Qiao Song didn't know, and he wasn't in the mood to understand.

"Hades." The man in black put away his evil aura and bowed his head humbly.

Forehead......

Qiao Song was stunned. Forgive her for not being knowledgeable, and the title Hades is only a legend.

Legend has it that Hades is the king of the underworld, in charge of the cycle of life and death.

Could it be that this Hades and that Hades are the same thing? But his eye-catching appearance, no matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the Yama Wang Bao that Qiao Song has seen......

The man known as the "King of Hades" did not answer, but smiled at Qiao Song, "Your name is Qiao Song?" ”

"Yes."

"Hades" blinked his eyes and was already in front of Qiao Song, his slender fingers lifted Qiao Song's chin, and looked at her with a smile, "Is there anything you want to ask?" ”

Qiao Song didn't like others to touch her, and frowned slightly, "No." ”

"Don't you wonder who I am?"

"Not curious."

"But I'm going to tell you," Hades' scourge face approached Qiao Song's face, and his tall nose touched Qiao Song's nose, and Qiao Song took a step back to avoid him.

Hades laughed and pinched Qiao Song's nose, "It's still small, but it's cute." ”

"They used to call me Hades, and now they call me Boss, oh, except for this black robe, but you can call me anything you want, for example," Hades' eyes suddenly deepened, "Yan Heizi. ”

Qiao Song looked at this so-called Hades inexplicably, what the hell is he!

"I'm not a ghost," Hades patted Qiao Song's head, "I'm the ghost king!" Nowadays, it is not fashionable to call ghosts ghosts, they are all called souls, so I am the ruler of all souls in this world, do you want to ask me what I mainly do? We mainly do business ......"

Qiao Song was embarrassed and didn't understand a word.

"It's okay if you don't understand, I'll take you to see it."