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Sun Wukong glanced at Mo Li coldly, and the next moment he landed on the bridge. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

How did he feel that Xiaobai didn't have a word of truth in his mouth? Before coming to the underworld, I was in tears with the fake daughter country in the past, what a hero of the world, what a heartless person.

Forgive him, he is sad after not finding a little bit of abandonment in Xiaobai.

Now because of Meng Po's ridicule, and then you have to pull the red line, why do you want to be old?

"Meng Po, I need to take a ghost from the Lechuan River." Without waiting for Sun Wukong to finish speaking, Meng Po frowned.

I just took a bucket of Meng Po soup from her, and now I want to take a ghost with me, needless to say, I also know that it was Cui Ju that traitor who betrayed her.

Cui Juan, who was congratulating himself for having escaped a catastrophe, hummed a little song and drank a little wine, sneezed.

"Don't be a wicked man." Meng Po knew that since Sun Wukong said it so seriously, it meant that there was no chance for her to refuse.

Therefore, Meng Po first stated her conditions.

There are obsessions in the Lechuan River, and of course there are powerful ghosts formed by the resentment of the great treacherous and evil, and they must not leave the Lethe River before the anger is purified.

"What I'm going to take away is the king of the daughter country, and I shouldn't have done anything terrible." Sun Wukong nodded and said lightly.

During the time that he followed Sun Wukong, Mo Li found that this Sun Wukong was not a brave and unscrupulous person at all, but both merchants were very high.

Treat different people with the most appropriate attitude.

Meng Po frowned, as if she was thinking about who the king of this daughter country was.

In the middle of the night, Meng Po sighed, stretched out her index finger, and gently touched the surface of the Lechuan River with her fingertips, countless ghosts wanted to climb up, and even a hideous-looking, fierce ghost grabbed Mo Li's ankle, wanting to drag Mo Li down as a substitute for the dead ghost.

Ghosts, Mo Li is naturally afraid of ghosts, even if he sees a lot of ghosts in this moment, he is still afraid.

Sun Wukong pulled Mo Li up violently, only to see that her ankles were bruised, which looked very annoying.

"It's excessive." Sun Wukong looked at the bruised handprint, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"It's really meaningless to be a ghost who has been in the Lechuan River for many years and still thinks about harming people."

Sun Wukong had fiery eyes, and found out that he wanted to find a stand-in and wanted to be a ghost, and when he went down with a stick, he turned into a white eye.

Sun Wukong's crisp and neat movements made the boiling surface of the Lechuan River fall into silence.

The ghosts who dared to find a stand-in in front of Meng Po were not good stubbles, so they were all beaten to death with a monkey face, where did they dare to be arrogant.

At least they could have been reincarnated for at least a thousand years in this Lethe River, but they were hit by that monkey and were wiped out.

Thinking about it this way, all those ghosts wilted.

And the king of the daughter country looked at Sun Wukong with strange eyes, with nostalgia, reluctance, and resentment.

But these emotions are all looking at another person through Sun Wukong, of course, the hatred of Sun Wukong can be a little bit.

Meng Po made a strange gesture, and the king of the daughter country appeared wet on the Nai He Bridge.

"I know you have an obsession, the thousand-year-old Lethe River is really a bit long, why don't you just leave with the Great Sage." After Meng Po said this, she handed over the initiative to Sun Wukong, and she herself went to pour soup to the ghosts who had lined up in a long line at that moment.

"Is Elder Tang okay?" The eyes of the king of the daughter country are complicated, and the words he says are naturally a hundred times and a thousand times, and his voice is intriguing.

"Okay." Sun Wukong is not very good at communicating with women, not to mention that he is still a person who wants to talk and is ashamed, and his thoughts are complicated and entangled.

"I'll take you back to the yang." Sun Wukong did not delay and said directly.

After all, Xiaobai is not a person from the underworld, and too much yin qi will infect the soul, and it will affect him in his lifetime, so he doesn't want to waste any more time.

"Returning Yang, why do you want to return Yang, the broken body, the dead country, what else is there to be nostalgic for." The king of the daughter country touched his soaked and slightly wrinkled fingers, and said boredly.

Sun Wukong frowned, didn't say anything, and went out of the underworld directly with the ghost of the king of his daughter country, and Mo Li was stunned, was it done so simply and rudely?

The havoc she imagined in the underworld and the tearing up of the book of life and death did not happen.

"Xiaobai." Sun Wukong's voice interrupted Mo Li's thoughts.

Mo Li glanced at Meng Po, who had been repeating an action, and wanted to ask, wouldn't she get tired of it?

But seeing that Meng Po's beautiful face was full of leisurely and casualness, I couldn't ask this question.

"Little girl, how can you get bored, everyone's life is a story, why is it boring, why is it boring."

As if she knew the question in Mo Li's heart, Meng Po turned her head and smiled, this smile made Mo Li feel that her little heart was pounding, and sure enough, the beauty smiled, and the country and the city were captivated.

Yes, everyone's life is a story, but why is she tired of just experiencing these worlds?

Maybe she doesn't have Meng Po's cultivation, nor does she have Meng Po's casualness.

"Xiaobai." Sun Wukong's impatient voice came again from afar.

Mo Li smiled embarrassedly at Meng Po, and then chased straight in the direction of Sun Wukong.

"Why, I can't bear it, or I'll beat you to death with a stick, and you will also soak in the Lechuan River for a thousand years." Looking at Mo Li's innocent face, Sun Wukong said angrily.

"......" Mo Li snorted coldly, how could she not know that Sun Wukong was still a poisonous tongue?

Good women don't fight monkeys.

"What about the king of the daughter country?" Mo Li looked at the sun overhead, the king of this daughter country was afraid that he would turn into smoke when he saw the sun.

"Put it away."

Sun Wukong patted Mo Li on the back, and Mo Li felt that the cool air wrapped around her finally dissipated, and the sun had a temperature.

Mo Li looked at Sun Wukong's still black face, and chuckled, it was really a knife mouth tofu heart.

There are somersault clouds, and it is a matter of minutes to go back to the daughter country.

Returning to the palace of the king of the daughter country and putting down all the veils that shaded the sun, Sun Wukong released the ghost of the king of the daughter country.

"Isn't this place ruined?" The king of the daughter country touched the pillars with some nostalgia, the bed on which she had been lying for many years.

"Master ......" The bone fan who received the message from Moli looked at the ghost of the king of the daughter country in disbelief.

"Who are you?" Seeing a face identical to his own, the king of the daughter country said that he was greatly frightened.

The bone fan was transformed into a bone fan with a picture of a beauty.

"Bone fan?" The bone fan she played with day and night turned out to be sperm, and it still looked exactly like her?