Chapter Seventy-One: The Executioner

Styx landed heavily on the table, his beautiful eyebrows twisted into a snake shape, crawling on top of him, his whole face revealing an eerie power.

"It's a little bit of a young lady's temper at this time, isn't it, when you begged me to come back here with you, why didn't you think I was dirty?!"

In the blink of an eye, Styx leaped into the air, slashed his palm downward, and the table broke in the middle, shattering the glass of wine and meat on the floor.

Ghost Yao reacted very quickly, stretched out his hand upward, and a golden flame erupted from his palm, facing the River Styx.

Styx swirled and fell in the air, lightly avoiding Ghost Yao's palm, before touching the bottom, the wide clothes wrapped around Ghost Yao's body at the same time, and when Bi'an rushed forward, what he saw was Styx clamping on Ghost Yao's shoulder with one hand, so that she couldn't move at all, so she had to stay obediently in Styx's arms.

Bi'an was in a hurry, and just wanted to step forward to pull away the River Styx, when there was a sudden pain in the back of his neck, and his eyes went black, and he lost consciousness again.

Wuluo put down an inexplicable line and hurried back, not even leaving a good goodbye, Hua Gongzi looked at his busy figure, and choked down the words of instruction.

When Wuluo broke out of Hua Gongzi's mansion and rushed to the nether realm, his whole body was excited by this newly obtained news, and his mind was full of how to find the Achilles heel of this ghost Yao in order to quickly end this big trouble.

Hua Gongzi went to the latch and sat back in the first chair, ready to continue his good life of retreat and recuperation, when he suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to explain to Wuluo, and he was so frightened that he quickly jumped up, and chased after him in disheveled clothes.

Who knew that this period of nothingness was as if the soles of his feet were oiled, and the figure only flashed a few times before disappearing from Hua Gongzi's sight, Hua Gongzi sighed in annoyance, and then slowly floated up again.

After floating for a while, Hua Gongzi simply sat down on the merry stream supported by his spell, while his subordinates kept outputting mana, he shook his head and looked at the prosperity of the world, and said: "It's not fortunate to be born as a human being, but you are really lucky enough, so you can squander your love wantonly." ”

Hua Gongzi returned to his heart headache in three sentences, like a cinnabar mole, the diaphragm should be there, which is annoying.

"That's it, that's it."

Wuluo never thought that after returning to the teahouse, he would wait for Hua Gongzi to arrange his homework carefully.

With a loud "bang", Hua Gongzi stood in the courtyard.

Wuluo put down the work in his hand, ran out and saw that it was Hua Gongzi, he wondered in his heart, and suddenly thought that Hua Gongzi didn't seem to have lifted the ground, so he hurriedly pulled him into the inner room.

"Master! You are crazy! Let the people above know that you can still live?? Wuluo wiped a wooden chair in front of him with his sleeve, helped Hua Gongzi to sit down, and asked, "What are you doing?" “

"I'll see how my disciples live on weekdays, can't I?" Hua Gongzi avoided the important and light.

Wuluo was speechless, and only said: "You don't want to be grounded for a thousand years again." ”

"Don't worry, the Buddha and his old man have long been out of charge, I'm measured."

Wuluo nodded, and after serving Hua Gongzi's tea, he was busy planning.

Hua Gongzi grabbed his sleeve, took a sip of tea soup, and said: "I forgot to tell you, the caster of time and space travel needs a spell caster with high magic skills to guide before he can complete the crossing, and often the person who makes this guide must be extremely angry to suppress this evil dark art, and it is generally good if it is the executioner of the ghost world." ”