Huang Jiu looked at Mu Wan'er with a smile, like a man looking at his beloved girlfriend dotingly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mu Wan'er's hands and feet were cold, so frightened that she couldn't breathe, and after a long while, she looked herself up and down, and found that there were indeed no parts missing, and her head was not cut off, so she was relieved. However, Mu Wan'er still didn't dare to be careless, she lowered her head and said softly: "Ah Jiu, Director Lin Huan is still waiting for you in the office." ”

Huang Jiu is a very strange person, he doesn't care what others call him, it doesn't matter if you call him Huang Jiu, or call him Dao Ancestor, even if you call him a bastard, as long as he is in a good mood, then you will be safe. But when Huang Jiu is in a bad mood, even if you kneel down and call grandpa, he will not show mercy.

Mu Wan'er felt that Huang Jiu should be in a good mood now, at least it wouldn't be too bad, anyone who had been imprisoned in the Evil Spirit Realm for several years would not be in a bad mood when he was released at first glance.

Mu Wan'er guessed correctly, Huang Jiu did seem to be in a good mood, and he said happily: "Okay, then let's go and meet your bureau chief." ”

Mu Wan'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly took two steps to open the door and make a gesture of please. Huang Jiu bent down and made a gentleman's salute, looked up and smiled and said, "Ladies first." ”

Mu Wan'er was stunned for a moment, if she really walked in front like this, she felt disrespectful to others, but if she was disobedient, who knew if this thing would go crazy and kill people? In a very short period of time, Mu Wan'er made a decision, everything was up to Huang Jiu, she felt that Huang Jiu, as a famous psychic, should have a minimum bottom line, right? If he cooperates so much and he turns his face, it will be a real dog.

Mu Wan'er walked out of the room tremblingly, fortunately, Huang Jiu didn't have any moths, he honestly followed behind and walked out.

Outside the door, Mu Wan'er bowed respectfully to Yang Wu: "The old worship, the younger generation farewell." ”

Yang Wu was still lying on the recliner and pretending to sleep, but he waved his hand lightly to signal to Mu Wan'er, Mu Wan'er nodded, turned around and was about to leave, not wanting to suddenly hear a thunderous noise behind him at this time! Accompanied by a huge thunderous roar, at the same time, Huang Jiu's flirtatious voice echoed in the underground passage.

"Old things rely on old things and sell old things, how can you be so disrespectful to girls?"

Mu Wan'er chuckled in her heart, turned around and found that as expected, Huang Jiu and Yang Wu had a fight. One is the famous Nanban Sword Ancestor, who once sacrificed millions of people in a city to practice spells, and the other is an old antique who survived from the prosperous era of psychic, mysterious and unpredictable, and the two of them drove without saying a word, which really caught Mu Wan'er off guard.

Huang Jiu's whole person seemed to be surrounded by a layer of blood-red curtain, his size seemed to have doubled, if two more horns grew on his head, then he would be the image of a great demon. However, Yang Wu still looked normal, he was still the same, but he jumped off the recliner, and his short body jumped up and down to look extremely flexible.

The realm of the two people's Dao Law was ten times higher than Mu Wan'er's, but they controlled the aftermath of the fighting method very well, not only did it not affect Mu Wan'er, but even the oil lamp on the wall on one side was not affected in the slightest, and it was still slowly lit.

"Hmph, Blood Knife Huang Jiu, but that's it!" Yang Wu jumped up and down like a monkey, but his mouth was unforgiving.

The blood-colored curtain around Huang Jiu suddenly expanded, almost enveloping Yang Wu, although he didn't know what the consequences would be if he wrapped people, it wouldn't end too well. Huang Jiu suddenly gained the upper hand and sneered: "The old immortal who survived in the psychic prosperous world, is it so capable?" ”

Yang Wu's face turned red, and then he shouted angrily: "The kid is rude! Let you see the power of my Djinn Holy Arts! ”

After this shout, Yang Wu's right hand like a chicken claw suddenly swelled like a pu fan, and he struck down with his head and face, slamming Huang Jiu to the ground.

Huang Jiu has the heart to win back a city, how can Yang Wu's giant spirit holy art originate from the first three chapters of psychics, it is the foundation spell of the psychic sage Liu Yusheng back then, this spell can be called the first fighting method in the world, the giant spirit palm is indestructible and as hard as a dark iron, where can ordinary spells resist? The most important thing is that after the giant spirit was turned into a giant spirit, Yang Wu's hand waved like a tiger, not only was it difficult to resist the front, but the surrounding space was also enclosed by the giant palm little by little.

Huang Jiu's face became a little ugly, and he sneered and said, "Old thing, I'll let you know how to write dead words today!" ”

Huang Jiu slammed out the blood-colored curtain that was surrounding him, this curtain blocked Yang Wu's giant spirit hand for a moment, and at this moment, he reached out and grabbed the wall, and he actually grabbed a bloody light from the wall! The blood light was agile and seemed to have intelligence, and when the blood light writhed, it also shone with countless arcs of electricity, looking like it was infinitely powerful.

"Here comes the knife!"

Huang Jiu shouted, grabbed the blood light with both hands and pumped it hard, and actually pulled out a blood-colored scimitar for him! The walls, which had been painted with countless patterns, began to crumble as the blood-colored scimitar pulled away, and in just a moment, it became a pile of dust. Luckily, this underground passage is cleverly designed, otherwise everyone would have been buried here.

With a knife in his hand, Huang Jiu's whole person's momentum changed again, he was still a bit lazy and scoundrel before, but now he is like a sword out of the sheath, with a sharp edge and a cold air! That momentum is like a knife, and it can really hack people to death.

Yang Wu's face was solemn, and he withdrew the giant spirit's big hand to protect him, and said coldly: "Hmph, this is the Blood Demon Knife that you refined by sacrificing millions of people?" Aren't you being taught enough lessons? Do you dare to use this knife today, don't you know how to repent at all? ”

"You're wrong!" Huang Jiu suddenly received all his magical powers, and his face was solemn, "I already know that I was wrong, and I sincerely regret it!" This knife is indeed stained with the blood of countless people, but the knife is a knife, where is the magic knife divine knife? At the end of the day, it's the person who uses the knife who is the key. I have been reflecting on the evil spirit world for several years, and I regret my evil deeds back then, and today I am back in the world, and I am going to use this sword to maintain psychic orthodoxy and protect peace in the world! ”

Yang Wu held a mouthful of old blood in her chest, almost didn't spit it out on the spot, Mu Wan'er was also shocked by the huge contrast between Huang Jiu and before and after, she rubbed her eyes vigorously, wondering if she was dazzled?

Where the is this? What the hell is this! Turned out to be a funny actor? What about the neuroticism that is good? What about the ruthlessness of the said good? What about killing people at every turn? What about the birth of the demon who said it was good?

Huang Jiu ignored the reactions of the two, and still looked shameless: "The junior has just come out of the evil spirit realm, and the state of mind eroded by the evil spirit has not yet calmed down, fortunately, the senior took action in time to wake me up, thank you senior!" ”

Yang Wu was dumbfounded, and he really didn't know how to continue.