Midnight was dumbfounded by the question, looked down at the brush in his hand, and remained silent without speaking. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"There are some things that can be explained, but there are also some things, no matter how you explain them, it is useless!"

The man in the Confucian robe said coldly, like an iceberg, exuding a cold chill.

"Is there no other way?"

Midnight didn't give up and continued to ask.

"Yes! That's the battle! If the king is defeated or defeated, then he is right; Whoever loses, then he is wrong! The man in the Confucian robe turned back suddenly, leaving himself with a domineering back.

"However, in this way, the underworld will have to go to war, and it will be another disaster!"

"Hehe, otherwise, what should I do? If you admit it, the underworld will be crusaded; If you don't admit it, the underworld will be beaten to admit it! In any case, war cannot be avoided! ”

The man in the Confucian robe raised his eyebrows coldly, and his voice was full of unyielding.

“……”

Midnight stopped talking, and remained silent, looking at the brush in his hand, on which the Dao runes faintly appeared, like a splashed ink painting.

"And what about later? Did the underworld lose? ”

"No, the underworld didn't lose, the underworld never lost!"

The man in the Confucian robe roared as if he was crazy, and the anger on his face completely destroyed his gentle temperament.

"But the underworld has become like this, hasn't it?"

Midnight shrugged his shoulders and motioned for the man in the Confucian robe to calm down before continuing to ask.

“……”

The man in the Confucian robe stopped talking, and this appearance of the underworld was a thorn in his heart that could not be touched.

"The underworld, one day, will prosper again, even if it is destroyed by the divine realm, the underworld will never fall! Because this is our home, the home we have lived in for generations! Why, why are those guys going to be destroyed as soon as they come, why! ”

Midnight quietly watched the man in the Confucian robe roar wildly, and his heart was also soaked with a trace of sadness.

"Those who claim to be righteous, what evil they say, what darkness they say, they don't understand anything at all! The underworld is our home, our only reliance on lonely souls and ghosts, a bunch of bastards who don't know anything! ”

The man in the Confucian robe hid his face and wept, his body trembling constantly, but the roar in his mouth still did not stop.

After a long time, the man in the Confucian robe calmed down, and his face returned to its previous coldness. I saw his hand move, and the brush in Midnight's hand swung and flew into the hand of the man in the Confucian robe.

"Since you're here, let's go in and sit!"

The man in the Confucian robe held a brush, pointed to the wooden house in the distance, and invited Midnight to enter.

"Hmm."

Midnight didn't refuse, nodded lightly, and walked in behind the man in the Confucian robe.

The inside of the wooden house is very simple, just a tea table, two chairs and a tea set, and nothing else. After the man in the Confucian robe sat down on a chair, he pointed to the chair opposite and motioned for Midnight to sit down.

After sitting down at midnight, a woman in a white skirt slowly walked out of the house holding a pot of hot tea, half-knelt in front of the tea table, and played with kung fu tea. If you look closely, it is the woman who was washing the brush by the river earlier.

At this time, the eyes of the man in the Confucian robe were completely focused on the body of the woman in the skirt, and the midnight was left to the side. Midnight coughed awkwardly, but the man in the Confucian robe ignored it, still looking at the woman in the skirt without blinking, until she made the tea.

"Please!"

The man in the Confucian robe picked up a cup of tea and put it to his mouth before taking a sip.

"The three beautiful things in life, thinking, walking, drinking tea! With such a mellow tea in front of you, you don't know how to enjoy it! ”

Seeing that midnight was motionless, the man in the Confucian robe shook his head and said.

"I'm curious, what does it feel like for a ghost to talk about philosophy?"

Midnight glanced at the man in the Confucian robe and said coldly, obviously sulking at the attitude of the man in the Confucian robe just now.

"Well, it feels good! You're not human, though, are you? Or rather, we are one kind! The man in the Confucian robe was not angry, and smiled gently.

"Humph! Say, what are you looking for me? If there's nothing important, I'll go first. Midnight snorted coldly, and said arrogantly, as soon as he saw the appearance of the man in the Confucian robe, he was angry, this guy must be a hypocrite!

"Actually? I am looking for you for a very important matter! The man in the Confucian robe nodded and smiled.

"Hurry up! I don't have that much time, sir! Midnight turned his head and said.

"Well, the ghosts in this building are all my men, I hope you don't interfere."

"I don't have that much to spare, as long as they don't mess with me, I won't be nosy!" Midnight waved his hand impatiently.

"Well, good! Well, I need your blood, and I hope you can meet my requirements! The man in the Confucian robe took another sip and said indifferently while licking the corners of his mouth.

"Hey! Although I sympathize with your plight, there is a limit to my patience, and I hope you don't force me to break through this limit! ”

After listening to it in the middle of the night, he slapped the table with one hand and stood up and shouted. Damn, there should be a bottom line for bullying, the tiger is not powerful, you are my pink cat!

The tea table groaned and shook under the palm of Midnight, and even the tea in the teacup spilled out. But the man in the Confucian robe still looked at Midnight with a smile, drank the rest of the tea in his hand, and then, I saw a slight force between his fingers, and the teacup turned into powder.

"Little ghost, you can't fight me, or be obedient, so you may suffer less flesh and skin. And my ghost king Wu Feng is not an unreasonable person, if you are willing to give me some blood, I will not be stingy! The man in the Confucian robe turned to the elegant wind and said with a sneer, his eyes full of cold light.

"Ghost King Wu Feng, huh?" Midnight asked with a smile.

"Hmm."

"You also said that the underworld would rather be broken than broken! Do you think I'm a person who can be humiliated casually? And, you wouldn't be unaware of how important blood is to me, right? ”

Midnight sneered, ready for a desperate battle, and his right hand was already tightly clasped with the ring of his middle finger.

"Huh! Can't see that you're still quite backbone? However, I could have killed you and taken out your blood, and you didn't value your life so much? Wu Feng said with a smile, revealing a row of white Sensen's teeth.

"Wu Feng, you are also from the past, if someone asks you to give up the underworld and give you great benefits, how will you choose?" Midnight stared at Wu Feng and asked in a cold voice.

"Humph! If you look at what I look like now, you already know the answer! In the underworld, even if I die in battle, my witch wind will never give it up easily! The man in the Confucian robe said in a loud voice, like thunder.

"Well, I'm the same as you! No one else wants to take my things from me unless I want to! ”