What? Night wanderer?

Jiang Muxue stretched out her hand while being surprised, and under the spell of the man in the cloak, there was a little more red between her wonderful eyebrows, and there was an extra silver hook in her hand. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After being reminded by the man in the cloak, Jiang Muxue hurriedly withdrew her curiosity and honestly became a spectator.

The red dot represents the call, and the silver hook represents the punishment.

If conscience does not call back, then there is only punishment.

Men do not lift, women are infertile.

With such an ending, Jiang Muxue estimated that no one should be in the mood to write a boat scene anymore, otherwise, wouldn't it be a great irony for herself?

Sending away the wonderful, the cloaked man separated from Jiang Muxue's consciousness.

Jiang Muxue was paralyzed to the ground tiredly, although her spirit was strong, compared to the man in the cloak with strong mana, there was no comparison at all.

She was lying on the ground like a dead dog, a thin black shadow floated slowly, and the man in the cloak smiled slightly and drilled into Jiang Muxue's consciousness again.

A certain woman immediately stood up from the ground like a chicken, and her hands swept the golden light wantonly, and the blurred black shadow slowly transformed, and the situation was very similar to that of the wonder.

With less than a cup of tea, Gu Yu's soul stood in front of Jiang Muxue.

To be honest, Jiang Muxue was really taken aback this time, why did this goods come over? If you want to say that people are wonderful, they are still righteous in the mud, what merit and grievance does this thing have?

She couldn't help frowning when she thought about it, but she was ridiculed by the man in the cloak, "Don't always be one-size-fits-all, one good piece, one bad piece." Let's not say that this man was just written by an immature little woman in the world, and he didn't do anything evil himself. Because the little woman has shallow knowledge and limited pen power, he is not completely portrayed. The cloaked man pointed to his head, "This is broken." ”

"Then why did he come?"

"Ask the world what love is, and teach life and death to make a promise. Things in the world are always inseparable from a love word. ”

The man in the cloak explained that the ancient palace came for love.

"Divine Venerable!" Gu Yu grabbed the corner of Jiang Muxue's colorful clothes, "Ask the gods to help the little ghost and let me find Miaomiao." ”

The eyes that were sad and painful were something Jiang Muxue had never seen before.

Gu Yu said that he once felt a wonderful breath as a shadow floating in the heavens and the earth, but later, he couldn't find it.

Then, the breath disappeared without a trace.

"Wonderful, the deity does know her whereabouts, but today, the status of the two of you is far from the same level, and you no longer have the qualifications to see her, let alone think about anything else."

Gu Yu was overjoyed, "She's really alive?" That's great! ”

He was only happy, and he was not anxious and sad because the man in the cloak couldn't see it.

For this reason alone, Jiang Muxue's opinion of Gu Yu has changed slightly.

"How? After all, it is the person who gives life to the deity, and he still has a little bit of the deity aura. The man in the cloak seized all the time to boast, Jiang Muxue glared, not to mention, it was really no different from the Evil Ghost King.

The man in the cloak scoffed at Jiang Muxue's thoughts, "Can you not compare me to that thing?" ”

A familiar tone that can no longer be recognized.

Although the tone is full of disgust for the Demon King.

The man in the cloak ignored Jiang Muxue's thoughts and continued to say to Gu Yu: "Want to find her?" There is an opportunity right now, but I don't know if you are willing to do it......"

Gu Yu has been looking for wonder for so long, and now he hears that he has the opportunity to see the wonder, is there any reason why he is unwilling?

Immediately nodded like pounded garlic.

"Okay, then the next life is reincarnated, the third world of birds, the third world of beasts, the end of the sixth world, the new deity is promoted to you as the night wandering god, among the many night wandering gods, give you a wonderful side of the fate."

For the sixth life of the beast, but in the end it was only exchanged for one side?

Jiang Muxue couldn't help frowning, but Gu Yu happily agreed, without any ambiguity.

He was a lifeless man, but he was created by wonder, and what was not satisfied?

Besides, the relationship between one side is enough for those who have a heart!

The man in the cloak appreciated Gu Yu's idea, and with a wave of his hand, he personally sent Gu Yu away.

Chickens, birds, eagles, dogs, lions, unicorns, and beasts - VI.

A woman was stunned, and the man in the cloak pulled away from her consciousness again.

Displeased: "The deity is famous, you can call the deity the shadow, don't always be a cloak man and a cloak man." ”

Jiang Muxue's old face immediately had three black lines, embarrassed.

"Meet the Shadow Venerable!" She saluted respectfully.

The man in the cloak nodded in satisfaction.

Under Jiang Muxue's gaze, he turned into a golden light and entered the Yin-Yang Mirror, and Jiang Muxue instantly transferred back to the Ghost King Palace.

……

Unlike in the past, as soon as Jiang Muxue entered, she saw an extremely decadent king leaning against a marble pillar in a daze.

In the past, no matter when Jiang Muxue came back, the Evil Ghost King either practiced or seriously wrote his book "The Apocalypse of the Resentful Woman", and there had never been a time when he was as decadent as a dead dog today.

Could it be that what bottlenecks have you encountered in your practice?

She quietly approached and shouted softly, "Wang", for a moment, the Evil Ghost King blinked vigorously, and later determined that it was Jiang Muxue who was squatting in front of her, and immediately sat up straight, "Little thing!" Where have you been? He grabbed tightly, and Jiang Muxue's shoulders ached.

When she told the Evil Ghost King that she had been on Huangquan Road since she left the mission, the Evil Ghost King immediately beat his chest and was annoyed.

"You said you've been on Huangquan Road?" He grabbed Jiang Muxue's neck violently, and his face was extremely pale.

That face was already peeling, and it was so wrinkled that it was terrifying to have nightmares at a glance.

"Why can't the deity see you!!" He took all his anger at Jiang Muxue for that feeling of incompetence and powerlessness, as if his sudden loss of contact with the little resentful spirit was all the fault of this little thing.

"Let her go!"

When Jiang Muxue was pinched and was about to twist and deform and couldn't speak in pain, the cloaked man suddenly jumped out of the yin-yang mirror, and a golden light hit the hand of the evil ghost king, and he was forced to let go.

"Wang, are you alright?"

The golden light was terrifying, and everywhere it went, it was scorched black, and the demon king rolled on the ground in pain.

In this regard, the man in the cloak snorted coldly, "He treats you like this, and you still care about him if he is okay, I really don't know what to say!" ”

"Who the hell are you?" A certain king got up viciously, arched his shoulders and shrunk his back, and made it look like he was going to fight.

The man in the cloak laughed, and after saying "when did you get mixed up like this", he disappeared.

Jiang Muxue knew that he must have returned to the mirror again.

The Evil Ghost King was stunned for a long time, the more he couldn't understand it, the more he thought about it, his brain was in chaos, and he was sweating profusely from pain, but even so, he still stood straight in place and didn't move for a long time.

Suddenly, he opened his hand, only to hear a "whoosh", and the bag of resentment fell into his hand, but he saw that he held the bag tightly and strode towards the secret room.

From beginning to end, he didn't look at Jiang Muxue.

This feeling of strangeness and alienation is undoubtedly terrifying for Jiang Muxue, and it is also mixed with the fear of the unknown.

At that moment, Jiang Muxue clenched her fists, hung her head and walked to the small bed, not letting go for a long time. (To be continued.) )