For this simple bull head, the night bird really has a feeling that it is very sand sculpture, because whether it is talking or otherwise, it is very simple.

"You know me?"

The night bird asked the bull head suspiciously, this is the demon god.

Then again, does a bull's head have a horse face?

"Rakshasa, you villain! He actually forgot about me, said something to invite me to drink, and then locked Lao Tzu here! ”

The bull's head saliva is flying, and it looks like Lao Tzu can't beat you, and he will spray you to death with saliva.

The night bird retreated more than ten meters in disgust and invited it to drink? It's almost as good as asking it to eat tender grass.

"Brother master, it's a bull's head! It's the gatekeeper of hell, and it does recognize you. ”

The voice of the night owl sounded in the night owl's head.

"Give it to the gatekeeper?"

The night bird tilts its head, eighteen layers of hell? No way! Is it really the head of a cow in a cow's head and horse noodles?

"Old cow! Don't be too excited, I deeply understand that you want to ravage the rakshasas, but this rakshasa is not the rakshasa of 10,000 years ago, don't you feel it, his breath is already very weak? Even, so weak that we can solve him at once. ”

Suddenly, there was another sound of chains around.

A horse-headed man of the same height as the bull's head appeared, it was white and looked very powerful, with a horse's face on its head, Lv??? , the same demon god.

"Rakshasa, long time no see! No, maybe you should have forgotten about us. ”

The horse's steps were small, but he came to the night bird in an instant, but because of the chains on his body, he could not touch the night bird either.

“……”

The night bird was silent, and there was a kind of bitterness in his heart.

How can this rakshasa feel like an enemy everywhere?

How hated was he before? Did you rob someone else's girlfriend, or kill someone else's? I feel like I'm going to be wiped out in minutes!

"Huh! I really don't remember you. ”

The night bird feels that this horse is not simple, and should be able to communicate and ask why they are locked here, and this magic chain should be the ability of the mother who fell into the dream.

"At the beginning, you invited me and the bull head to come here, although you did drink wine and get drunk, but when you woke up, you were gone, and we were bound by this chain for more than 10,000 years."

Ma Mian shook his arm, and the magic chain shook with a sound, feeling very heavy.

"The battle of 10,000 years ago, lost! Is that right? ”

The horse's face stared at the night plover, which made the night plover ponder for a moment.

On the whole, these two people should not be enemies, but they are indeed hostile to themselves.

"Well, it did fail!"

The night robin came out of nowhere, and she took human form, standing pretty and lovely in front of the bull-headed horse, staring at the horse's face with her pure, flawless and even sparkling eyes.

"Little Nightbird!"

The horse's face crouched down, and it was ugly to laugh.

"Uncle Ma Mian, Uncle Niu Tou yelled at me just now, I still have to eat vegetarian sister, and Sister Pity, you help me beat it!"

The night owl stretched out his little hand and pointed at the bull's head, which made the bull's head unhappy.

"Little one! Lao Tzu not only wants to eat dragon meat, but also to make your master ......"

The bull head yelled at the night robin, grinning, and the row of huge teeth were exposed.

Rumble!

But before it could finish speaking, the horse's face slammed into its head with a fist, turning its entire body into a cannonball that fell straight into the ice below, and smashed a large crater with a radius of a kilometer.

That blood, spurt!

It's like a spring!

The night owl's eyes widened!

I'll go!

Is a word of the night plover so useful? Could it be that the night robin has anything to do with this well-lived Uncle Ma?

"Hee-hee!"

The night owl watched the horse's movements and showed a lovely smile.

Ma Mian also crouched down and beckoned to the night owl.

The night plover flew over and stood in front of Ma Mian, who held her up with one hand, without hurting the night plover, which made the night plover even more confused.

This guy seems to be very fond of night wrinkles.

The horse's body slowly changed, and finally it changed into a man in a white cloth robe.

Long white hair, scholarly manners, and a sense of talent.

He hugged the night plover, rubbed his head against the little head of the night owl, and looked kind, although the kindness of the horse face did not know what kind of ghost expression it was, it looked very elegant.

"Uncle Ma, when my brother entrusted Sister Ji Ruxuan to lock you here, there was no malicious intent, he just hoped that you could live and not be sent to death with them."

"Moreover, you all have the power of hell to enter and exit, and you will need your help in the rest of the time."

The night owl stretched out his little hand and pulled the horse's ear.

Ma Mian didn't care, let her pull.

As for the bull's head, it had turned into a dark-skinned, shirtless, bald middle-aged man, whose face was almost vicious, and he was flying back with an unhappy face, glaring at the horse's face.

"Slightly!"

The nightbird grimaced at the bull's head.

"I'll know! Rakshasa seems to be our brothers, we are just angry, why didn't he let us follow him to slaughter the gods and Buddhas, those high-ranking guys, Lao Tzu has long been unhappy. ”

The bull head spread his hands helplessly, and it was impossible for it to make a move on the night plover.

To know!

Ten thousand years ago, this little guy brought them a lot of joy.

It gave them a taste of what it was like to be an uncle.

"Excuse me...... That ......"

"Shut up! Don't bother us and the nightbirds! ”

As soon as the night bird wanted to speak, the bull head and horse face responded at the same time.

No way!

The night bird also had a feeling of unhappiness, and even ignored him and didn't let him speak.

The Demon God is amazing, isn't it?

Believe it or not, I took out the forbidden spell and blew you up in minutes?

I don't care if you are the brothers of the Rakshasa or not.

"Hee-hee!"

Nightbird could sense Nightbird's thoughts, so she left the embrace and returned to Nightbird's arms, rubbing against his chest, feeling happy.

All right!

The night bird suddenly felt that her unhappiness was gone.

"Rakshasa, you are still weak, be careful! When you have the ability, come to us again and seal this magic chain...... Smash it! ”

The horse raised his hand and looked at the chains that bound him.

"When the time comes, Lao Tzu will be free, and you must be beaten to vomit a sea of blood! Until then, don't fucking die. ”

The bull head opened his mouth unhappily, but even if he pretended to be ruthless, he couldn't hide his concern for the night duck.

“……”

The night bird was silent, he had a feeling, a very familiar feeling, and even a picture appeared in his mind.

He and the bull-headed horses were under the blood linden tree, drinking glasses, and there were many figures around him, laughing heartily, drinking and eating meat.

They called him honorably!

King!!

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(To be continued...... ）