"Plastic surgery!"

In the face of Jiujiu's anger, Su Mubai stiffened for a moment. Super fast and steady dìng update novel, this article is published by www. lwχｓ520。 com first release [please search for quick updates]

Subconsciously looked at the bandaged and airtight wrist, and looked at her with a complicated expression with a cold look in her cold eyes with uncertain doubts.

"Jiu'er, is it really as simple as disfigurement?"

He knows better than anyone how important Tesuji is to a martial artist.

It's hard to continue after it's broken, not to mention that it's just a fool's dream!

Thinking of this, a flash of despair flashed in his cold eyes, without force, where should he go?

Sweeping the changes in his expression, Jiujiu clearly misinterpreted what he meant.

"Don't worry, the master will find a way to heal your injury (on your face)!"

In her opinion, Su Mubai, who is a national male god, is a person who eats with his face.

For people who eat with their faces, disfigurement means losing a qiē, which is the biggest reason for his nostalgia.

But this sentence fell on Su Mubai's ears, and it turned into a relief, and it confirmed his previous speculations.

Both of them are stubborn and admit death once they are sure.

Sticking to his so-called answers, the bull head is talking to the horse's mouth, but in the eyes of outsiders, there is no sense of disobedience.

Finally, under the combination of soft and hard Jiujiu, Su Mubai chose a temporary compromise (if he was knocked out, it would be counted).

After settling down with Su Mubai, Jiujiu did not choose to stay.

After a few simple explanations to He Qingsheng, she left, and now she has more important things to do.

Riding a motorcycle that flickered from someone, Jiujiu went straight to his destination, speeding through the streets and alleys.

Turning around and turning, he finally stopped in front of an ordinary old-fashioned residential building, saying that it was a residential building, but it had been abandoned for a long time.

Looking at the blue bricks and white tiles that had lost their original color, Jiujiu had a moment of trance.

It's been three years, and she finally came back, but it's a pity that everything is wrong.

With a light sigh, Jiujiu jumped off the motorcycle in a dashing manner, raised his feet and walked in without hesitation.

In front of me are ordinary residential buildings, crisscrossed by cobwebs, and everywhere there is a smell of decay that has fallen into disrepair.

The whole house was empty, and there was not even a single figure, but it revealed a strangeness everywhere.

Even in the air, there is an extremely uncomfortable feeling of depression.

"Meow-" The sudden and terrible meow of the cat made it even more eerie in the empty living room.

If you were an ordinary person, your legs would have been weak with fright, but for Jiujiu, it was as if she had never heard of it.

Without stopping at all, he walked around the living room and in the direction of the basement.

"Who are you?"

A sharp and hoarse voice echoed in his ears, as piercing as a fingernail cutting through glass, with a piercing coldness.

Jiujiu stretched out his hand to stroke his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked at the white-haired old woman in front of him who looked shocking and crying.

"Goddess, when will your bad taste be changed?"

Hearing that familiar voice, the goddess stiffened, raised her head suddenly, and looked at the person in front of her with blazing eyes.

The familiar monk's robe, the familiar dress, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth are the same as in his memory.

Breathing stagnantly, and in the next second, the goddess who seemed to be trembling even walking pounced on her, snorting and tearing.

"Ninth Master, you're back!"

Looking at the old woman who was hanging on herself, Jiujiu's eyes crossed a touch of warmth, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she sighed lightly: "Yes, the master is back!" ”

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back......"

The goddess began to babble again, taking her hand, with relief in her eyes, and walked vigorously in the direction of the basement.

"It's been three years, and if the ninth master doesn't come back, we're all bored to death!"

The goddess grumbled as she reached out and pushed open the door to the basement.

One door refuses to be visited from all over the world; The two gates separate the two heavens; The three doors close the world's love; The four doors abandon the red dust resentment;

Four doors, two worlds, the lights outside the door are red and green, and the beauties are bosom, and the door is laughing and scolding, drunk and free.

As soon as I enter the underground world, life and death are up to me.

When the last door opened, you were greeted by a world that was very different from the tattered outside.

A magnificent underground complex with all the facilities you need to eat, drink and be merry.

Everyone is quietly doing their own thing, using their own actions to maintain such a comfortable scene of river crabs.

This is the underworld, a killer hidden in the dark.

No one knew that this abandoned residential building was the headquarters of the legendary underworld.

No one knows that killers crave this hard-won peace and calm more than ordinary people.

There is no intrigue, no conspiracy, and all people maintain the most simple and direct side.

When the goddess appeared with the nine wines, almost all the eyes gathered.

There is indifference, there is calmness, and more is curiosity.

The Goddess's position in the underworld is unshakable, and there are only a handful of people who can greet her personally.

Even if she is just a childish teenager in front of her, who knows her hidden true strength.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of him, the corners of Jiujiu's lips slowly curled.

After glancing around, I finally found the familiar graceful figure in the corner, still as arrogant as before!

He glanced at the goddess, took a glass of milk from the bar next to him, and walked straight over under the surprised gazes of everyone.

"Beauty, do you drink milk?"

The sky is thundering, looking at the yellow-haired boy who is not afraid of death, the only feeling of everyone is that the afterlife is terrifying.

Dare to tease that rampaging tigress, this kid is simply looking for death.

Schadenfreude is human nature, even killers are clichéd, but the next scene shocked everyone.

Hearing the familiar sound of a hippie smile, the white tiger breathed for a moment and turned around quickly.

Looking at that childish little face, the corners of his indifferent mouth slowly pulled up a bright smile.

Ignoring the stunned crowd, he reached out and took the milk from Jiujiu's hand, and simply drank it all directly.

Seeing that she drank the milk she handed over without hesitation, a smile poured out from Jiujiu's eyes, "Xiaobai, it's been a long time!" ”

"Ninth Master!"

The best white tiger in the underground world, the most ruthless femme fatale in the eyes of men.

At this moment, he took the initiative to hug a little man, and it seemed that he was probably crying.

What kind of soap opera-like plot was going on at eight o'clock this night, everyone said they were confused, but more were envious.

Looking at Jiujiu's tender little white face, and then thinking about his cheeky skin, the killer brother was decisively depressed.

Sure enough, this is a world of evil faces!

For a while, a few families were happy and a few were sad. (To be continued.) )>