Following.

A faint light squeezed in from the crack in the stone, and it hit Gong Yu's eyelids.

Mu Nian opened his eyelids and silently raised his hand to block the dazzling sunlight for Gong Yu.

"General Yanming, it's still too bright."

Gong Yu didn't open his eyes.

But she was 100% sure that the legs pillowed under her head were definitely Mu Nian.

The moment the sun fell, Gong Yu had already woken up.

The tip of his nose lingered with the familiar smell on Mu Nian's body, and the legs under his head were obviously a little stiff, he should have not moved all night, and he had already been numb.

If she patted Mu Nian's legs now, it would definitely make Mu Nian very "sour".

Gong Yu really wanted to see if Mu Nian would scream in pain?

Although Gong Yu was curious, he still had a conscience and did not take action.

Gong Yu's words fell, and a rustling sound sounded.

Immediately after, a handkerchief landed on Gong Yu's eyelids, shielding him from the sun.

The feeling of pitch black and cold made Gong Yu raise his lips.

"Blood Pupil, run!"

At this moment, a scream came, and everyone woke up from their dreams.

At the moment when the roar sounded, Gong Yu's figure had already left Mu Nian's arms and jumped to the side of the mask.

The handkerchief fell to the ground.

Mu Nian lowered his head and looked at it, without any movement.

"Masquerade? Do you remember? "The waste demon has been guarding the side of the mask, and he hasn't closed his eyes all night.

Kamen looked at the waste demon in confusion, and his eyes fell on Gong Yu.

A tear slipped from the corner of Kamen's eye.

"Are we all dead?"

Is this the underworld?

He has believed in Buddhism for so many years, why did he come to the underworld even after he died?

Shouldn't he have returned to the West Heaven to see the Buddha?

"Puff~"

The waste demon looked at the masked appearance and couldn't help but laugh, "Even if you die, I can't die with the blood pupil!" ”

"Huh?"

Kamen looked at the waste demon and Gong Yu again suspiciously.

Something seems wrong, huh?

How did the little goblin of the waste demon become immature?

The blood pupils seem to be a lot younger, the sorrow between the eyebrows is gone, and the fine lines at the corners of the eyes have disappeared.

Hey?

Why is it that even the chest is gone?

Could it be that the blood pupil has gone to plastic surgery and is transsexual?

Does the prefecture also provide such advanced services?

So can he also go for a hair transplant?

The mask was full of thoughts, but his face returned to his usual appearance of an enlightened monk, and he slowly said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, as the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell ......."

"Kamen, we're not dead."

Gong Yu also couldn't stand the chattering appearance of the mask.

"Really?" The mask still doesn't believe it.

He clearly remembered the sea of fire before he fell unconscious.

Remember that the flames burned on their bodies, the smell of scorching came to them, and the screams of pain were only a moment, and they were all buried in the flames.

"You touch."

Miyaha stretched out his palm to Kamen.

Her palms are white, small, and tender.

The mask only glanced at it, and couldn't help but think crankily in his head.

Does the prefecture still undertake the work of shrinking the body?

Is there a job that gets bigger?

Just as Kamen's hand was about to hold Miyaha's hand, a large palm suddenly grabbed Kamen's raised hand.

Immediately afterward, a stinging sensation of compression hit.

Subconsciously, the mask wants to resist.

However, no matter how much he resisted, he still couldn't shake the enemy in the slightest.

Even, the big hand holding him was still gradually strengthening, as if it was going to crush his fingers.