"What do you mean?" Prison Painting felt that he was going to be bad this time. This lineup, this momentum, this excitement, my dad won't do anything unspoken about his own futile things, right?

Then she's self-defeating.

At this moment, she heard a roar from the high snow-capped mountain.

Immediately, just like the New Year's flowers blooming in the sky, the top of the mountain exploded entirely, pouring down like a waterfall in an instant, with a sense of tragedy in the spectacle.

There was an avalanche.

It seems that the hatred is a bit deep......

"Hahaha...... God of War, God of War, when you and your wife calculated against me, did you ever think that one day, your daughter would fall into my hands! Wait until I torture her soul to death, occupy her body, and then regain my strength, and then go to you to settle old scores! I can't help but think of your expression...... Hahaha...... Hey? ”

The menopausal laughter was forcibly swallowed back, choking her a little uncomfortable.

But it wasn't this that made her even more uncomfortable.

Instead, she found that the prison was painted in the environment she had built, and because it was too cold and she was afraid of being buried by an avalanche, she built a tall tower with spiritual wind!

Rao is the sky falling apart outside you, and she sits in it. From time to time, she stretched out her head to see if the avalanche had stopped, so she could climb out of the stairs.

Why don't you build a pyramid!

After thinking about it for a while, Menopause felt that using the snow scene was too gentle and did not meet the purpose of her brutal treatment, so she changed her fire attack again.

As a result, the snow-capped mountains around the prison painting suddenly turned into hell fire, red, sticking out their tongues at her, like poisonous snakes that were eyeing her at any time.

However, her tower has not yet been removed.

The fire couldn't burn her.

Menopause is angry. Sample, the old lady has a lot of means! There's something for everyone!

Fire doesn't work, change to flooding.

It is convenient to build a dojo in your own sea of knowledge, and any big formation can be made for you. Look at the splashes in the sky, the waves in the sky, the ......

Peat! This cargo actually made a submarine, went directly into the sea, and lay in it to watch the sea view!

Why don't you make a flat boat? In the waves, a little beauty is helplessly fluttering, screaming in despair, just to satisfy other people's wishes, okay?!

But this guy doesn't even bother to do a ship, just a submarine! I don't care about your waves, I'm just happy!

Do you understand what artistic conception is?!

Water doesn't work......

Let's get started!

The sea suddenly disappeared. The submarine sitting in prison suddenly lost its buoyancy and support and fell to the ground.

The prison painting quickly unloaded the submarine, caught himself with the spiritual wind, and prepared to put it on the ground.

But there was nowhere to put his feet on the ground.

Inside a huge pot, the boiling liquid churned, and the bubbles burst when it came into contact with the air, making a "pop-pop" sound.

Next to the cauldron, two men with large iron spoons stood motionless, staring at the liquid with their eyes.

One said, "Okay?" ”

Another said, "Try it." ”

So, he pressed the other one's head in.

When I picked it up, it was already blown up.

"Alright." He nodded with great certainty, and then pointed at the prison hook hanging on it and said, "Alright, come down!" ”

Then, a force pulled the prison painting down.

I rub! This is to put her in the oil pot!

But......

Lingfeng is not afraid of heat!

Sitting in the oil pot, the prison painting was wrapped in a layer of spiritual wind, and he looked boredly at the man whose head was blown up, hoping that he could give him some exciting pictures.

But instead of touching the blown up head, he carefully moved it to the side of the water tank and pressed it in.

The prison painting really wanted to tell him that it had been blown up, and it was useless to cool down like this.

But before she could say anything, she saw the head fall into the water tank with his head up to his neck. The man found that his head had fallen in, and he quickly reached out to fish, but he couldn't find it.

Look at this stupidity. The prison painting remembered the first time he was wandering around hell by himself, and it was in King Taishan's

In the Seven Palaces, I have walked around the oil kettle and cooking a small hell. Those who carry out the errands are so good that they won't do such stupid things. Most of them take the prisoner's hand and put it in and bite it to see if it is rotten.

Qing Soul and Wu Qi trembled as they watched the golden pupils of menopause burst into snowflakes for a while, fire for a while, water for a while, and finally ......

Finally, she clenched her fists and reached out to pinch her forehead!

The prison painting, which was still enjoying the seascape in the sea just now, was pulled out with a confused face.

Menopause shouted at her with a hideous face:

"Can you make a difference! If you don't need the Spiritual Wind, you'll die! ”

The prison painting looked at her innocently.

Yes, it really will die. Moreover, he will only use the spiritual wind. What do you expect me to use when I'm dying? Licking with your tongue? You hate my dead ghost daddy so much, is it useful for me to lick?

"Give you a chance, choose your own way to die!"

That's a bit of a strong man's difficulty. How can anyone choose their own way of dying? If you can choose, of course you want to choose immortal!

The prison painting teased in his heart, but he didn't speak, just looked at her face to face.

Prison painting knows that this woman is very strong. If she wants to kill herself, she can pinch herself to the ground in minutes.

But helplessly, the spirit doesn't seem to be very good, probably because he was tortured by his god of war dad and had some childhood shadow, and things that can be handled simply have to be complicated.

Too inefficient.

"I say, what kind of enmity do you have with the god of war?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"Don't tell me. Kill me while I don't know. ”

“……”

"You kill me, my god of war daddy still doesn't know what I look like, you kill me, and then go and tell him that you killed one of his daughters. He probably couldn't remember who it was for a while. Just put my name on me. ”

“……”

"But even if you put my name up, I guess he doesn't necessarily remember who it is. You catch that little kid over there, and tell him that it's the elder Tsing Yi he threw out to see the child, maybe he can remember. ”

“……”

"If he really can't remember......"

"How?"

"Not so much. Can you really find him, though? Maybe he's dead. ”

“……”

"Hey, Green Soul, do you know if the God of War is dead or alive?"

Green Soul: "After the god of war and the otaku entrusted you to me, you were besieged and defeated by the gods, and your life and death are uncertain. ”

"Siege crusade? Unsure of life or death? "Menopausal eyes widen. I didn't know that my eyes could be so round.

"Hahahaha...... Hehe...... Woowoo woo ......"

Menopause started with laughter, then sneering, and finally, actually covered his face and cried. Her mood at this time miraculously changed dramatically.

Just imagine, you were framed and finally got out of prison, and the first person you met when you got out of prison was your enemy's daughter. Happy, right? Excited, right? Just as you were about to slaughter her and cut off her head and give it to your enemy, she told you that my father's life and death were uncertain.

Excuse me, to whom will it be cut? Who to get revenge on?

If he dies, the revenge has not been avenged, and he is unwilling.

If he hadn't died, he would have to wade through mountains and mountains like a fool to find it!

No one's daughter is too lazy to look for it! Why are you looking for it?!

"Find ...... Find me ......."

Menopause is shaking when it speaks.

Prison painting thought it was depressing.

But in fact, it was by her.

You unfilial daughter! Your father's life and death are uncertain, why don't you look for it?

Find it so I can kill it!"

The prison painting didn't understand the extraneous voice, but he was caught by others, and he couldn't suffer the loss in front of him.

She said yes right away.

And then......

Menopause suddenly went silent!

Prison painting looked at his hands in surprise. This body is back!

"You...... Give me a good job and find ......."

Suddenly there was a menopausal weak voice in the sea of knowledge.

Prison painting is fun.

This goods are probably tired.

Seeing that the prison painting came back, Wu Qi wagged his tail excitedly and stuck out his tongue and pounced. However, the green soul only relaxed between his eyebrows, and then quickly frowned again.

Because, when he saw the prison painting move away from the behemoth that had pounced on him, he looked at him.

"I'm going to investigate Jingli during the day, and I'm going to go to the underworld at night to help you do business while repairing the prison, so I don't have time to help you find it!"

The green soul, which has a sense of crisis, reacted immediately. Since the memory has been revived, the green soul in the heart of the prison painting has plummeted. From the original mainstay, he has suddenly become an object of exploitation, and Miss Li, who has a capitalist spirit, has used his physical energy to the limit in line with the principle of how much he can squeeze.

Now you still want him to go to the God of War? No way. He would rather die carrying a blood oath than go on like this.

At the very least, you can die comfortably.

"Don't worry." The prison painting smiled and tidied up the bow tie on the collar of the green soul shirt, like a caring sister who cares for her younger brother.

The green soul looked into her eyes and didn't speak.

"Tell me the truth of the year. You won't be impressed by that one just now, will you? ”

Qing Soul shook his head: "The God of War offended most of the gods for the sake of the otaku back then, and there are more of them, who knows which one?" ”

"It's not offended, it's calculated, because the god of war directly suffers misfortune."

Qing Soul thought for a long time but didn't have an answer.

"What about the apprentice? Disciples? Prison Painting continued to ask.

Qing Soul's eyes widened suddenly.

"There are very few disciples in person...... But...... Will the personal disciples of the God of War turn against him? How is this possible? ”

"Did she just tell you a story?"

"You mean...... The story of the White Glove? However, how do you know that she is the personal disciple of the God of War? ”

Because menopause is from the handwritten notes of her own disciples, and she is attached to her! Even if there is no such thing as a manuscript, as soon as she runs out, she will complain to you about the fact that God accepts apprentices and goes before and after, isn't it obvious!

Seeing that the prison painting rolled his eyes with disdain, the green soul also knew that he was asking this question a bit of an idiot. He quickly explained: "I know that what she said at the beginning is very reminiscent of the master-apprentice relationship. However, as far as I know, among the disciples of the God of War, only two have become gods. ”

"Become a god?" The prison drew back to himself after being possessed by that guy.

Sure enough, it's golden pupils!

So what just broke into his body was actually a divine soul!

Prison painting actually felt flattered.

She was ashamed of this flattery.

However, this did not stop her from being flattered.

Mom! How can I be virtuous, how can I have a god who can look down on my body, and death is worth it!

It's really cheap.

"Those two, because of their amazing talents, were blessed by their masters and the god of war, and they quickly stood out from the personal disciples of the god of war and entered the god realm. I don't think it's likely to happen to those two of them, as she just said. ”

"It's probably impossible to say anything. Just state the facts objectively, don't guess and judge. ”

"But ......"

"The job of a journalist is not the same as that of Sherlock Holmes. Play your own role well. ”

Qing Soul's face suddenly turned cold.

On the one hand, it was because the prison painting used such a condescending tone to order the elder in Tsing Yi, which made him feel very unhappy.

On the other hand, it is because he compares him to an incompetent journalist and compares himself to Sherlock Holmes......

What a shame!

"Those two disciples, one is eternal, and the other is notorious. I think this person who is so bad at mixing up and still clinging to such a broken body as you must be the notorious one. ”

The flattery in the heart of the prison painting suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there is an impulse of "the old lady doesn't care about you to strangle you".