Youxuan lifted his eyelids, and the miserable white face of a man in his thirties was just like the one depicted, without a trace of expression, and the black silk of corpse spots that climbed up his cheeks was hideous, because he was the master of this central temple, and he could control the entire underworld with every move, showing the power of the high position.

"There is no one in the ghost world who does not obey the orders of this seat, and life and death are also decided by this seat. You have been so long, no matter how noble you used to be, now you are just a dirty thing that should have been wiped out. ”

Hua Yin seemed to have heard something very funny, "Oh, it's so powerful~ I said, there are so many guards in the underworld, how can I be allowed to enter the nave like this." ”

The smile is sarcastic.

He casually threw the vital official book into the air, and leisurely took it back into his hand.

"It seems that Lord Oni knows my actions well."

At this moment, the entire nave is just two creatures of him and Youxuan, and every word they say, there are thousands of echoes, gathered in their ears, eerie and terrifying.

The smile on his face turned cold, "It's okay to look for you, so I ask you to take care of your subordinates, if you let the evil ghosts go to harm the world again, then what about your position, I can sit for you." ”

The young man's hoarse voice couldn't hear the emotion, under the curly black hair, the gloomy white and delicate face made people feel cold down the spine, and the gloomy anger spread to the bottom of his eyes, "This seat is just a handout I gave to you." ”

These words seemed to have guessed the minefield of the whirlpool, and his face was gloomy for a moment, and his miserable face was covered with a thick layer of evil aura, and his heart swelled with murderous intent. I don't know when the long pole brush that has been transparent red jade appeared in the wide sleeves, and with a wave of his hand, the dense gray silk was wrapped around Hua Yin's body.

Hua Yin pinched his eyebrows, yawned, and raised his hand as if he was treating child's play.

"I didn't expect that after a thousand years of non-existence, your skills have degraded."

The crimson thin lips opened lightly, and the pen of death was held in his hand and played, ignoring the hatred and murderous aura in his eyes.

The voice is low and low: "A good death pen should be used to count and write the book of life and death, but don't let me be tainted by dirty things like me." The Ghost King of the Middle Temple, don't you say? ”

The long body is jade, the demeanor is outstanding, the eyelids are lowered and the corners of the lips are faintly smiling, and the fair and handsome face is covered in the shadows, covering the black anger that flashes in the eyes.

Resting the pen on the bookcase.

patted Youxuan's shoulder, "My lord has been busy with official business recently, and his health is so poor, so let's retire in a hurry." ”

"Oh yes, by the way, don't sit in a high position for a long time and forget about it. A thousand years ago, I could let you sit on the throne of the Twelve Halls of Ghost King, and I can still pull you down a thousand years later. ”

"It's okay if you don't have the calculation in your heart, once you move, don't blame me for settling the old accounts together. I have never been a good person, you know best, it's a big deal. If you want to blame it, it's strange, I'm not a ghost, I'm still alive. ”

Hua Yin finished speaking and left.

Youxuan looked at the back of the young man leaving, sat on the white bone seat, clenched the jade wrench of his thumb, and pressed all the evil qi under his eyes, and the gloomy anger was about to gush out in the next moment.

Looking at his hands, which were stained with white bones and blood, a vicious smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

What is owed to me will finally be repaid.

"Su Qingyuan, your value is about to arrive.".

"If you are arrogant for another three years, it will only take three years, and you will be wiped out......"