"Men can't be trusted?" The white god almost popped out of his good-looking lips word by word, and he stared at Jiujiu unkindly, as if he was asking for something to say.

Jiujiu immediately snorted haha: "Oops, that's a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue!" ”

"Slip of the tongue?" Wen Renbai narrowed his silver eyes and chewed on these two words carefully.

"Enenenen, it's a slip of the tongue!" Jiujiu was afraid that he would not believe it when he heard it, so he nodded his little head vigorously, and almost swore to the sky with three fingers.

Wen Renbai stretched his brows in satisfaction, he didn't want to make Xiao Jiu'er never trust him because of a shameless human being.

Jiujiu exhaled softly, thinking to himself, Bai Dashen is so beautiful even if he has a gloomy face!

As soon as this thought flashed out, Jiujiu immediately shook his head again, ahh It can't go on like this, because she found that if she continued like this, she would be fascinated by that demonic face.

"Leng Jiujiu, you will definitely not die well in the future, I curse you, I curse you!" Leng Zhao's mind kept echoing what Jiujiu had just said over and over again, as soon as he thought that Xi'er and Yan'er would become military prostitutes, his heart was filled with strong hatred, obviously he was the son of a lowly demon clan, why did he fall into her hands? Why didn't he strangle her when she was a baby? Why did you let her be so powerful today?

Too much why did Leng Zhao want to hit the wall with remorse, but before he could hit the wall, Jiujiu had already raised the black knife, and the light blue fighting spirit wrapped the blade, as long as he waved it, he would immediately see Lord Yama.

"Hahahaha...... Son of the Demon Clan, I curse you coldly, curse your identity to be known to the world, the God of Light will find out your existence, and he will definitely ......" Before the words were finished, Jiujiu's black knife had been ruthlessly swung down.

"Puff ......" Leng Zhao opened his eyes wide, blood gushed out of his neck, and he fell backwards.

He didn't blink his eyes when he died, and he didn't close his eyes until he died, and his eyes still contained unwillingness and resentment until he died.

Jiujiu put away the black knife and let out a long sigh, it was finally over, and the relationship with the Leng family was finally over.

"Shiro, let's go." After Jiujiu's hanging heart was put down, she felt a strong sense of tiredness eroding her nerves, and smiled weakly at Wen Renbai, she had no other thoughts except to want to leave this stone room.

Wen Renbai sighed lightly, stepped forward to pick up the girl, and walked out.

After just two steps, he always felt that something was missing, and when he looked back, Xiaoyue was still asleep in place.

The great god was suddenly full of black lines, and he waved his sleeves helplessly, and Xiaoyue was recalled to the Coiling Dragon Ring.

As soon as Qiē was cleaned up, Wen Renbai relied on the natural agility of the beast clan, and found the exit in three or two clicks, and after a while, he and Jiujiu walked out.

However, what Wen Renbai and Jiujiu, who walked out, didn't know was that the corpse that was lying in the cold sky in the stone room suddenly disappeared at this time.

Is the cold day dead or alive? No one knows that.

Jiujiu nested in the arms of the white god, breathing the fresh air of the mountains and forests between his noses, and his originally dull mood suddenly opened up and saw the moon.