The one who came to pick up the prince was the bull's head.

The underworld also watched people put down dishes, and since the prince was dead, this face was sold to King Qin Guang.

It's still the back door.

The bull head carrying hands and feet in his hands and shackles is just a formality.

Mo said that his relationship with his own government was not ordinary, but he didn't have the courage to torture him, and he had the habit of being beaten, and he also had a point in his heart.

The prince pushed open the door vigorously, and Shi Shiran walked forward with his hands in his hands.

King Qin Guang had already ordered someone to prepare wine and wait in front of the palace, and the pawns responsible for escorting the prince only dared to wait on their knees outside the palace.

The prince tasted it lightly, and he was not used to drinking the wine of the underworld, but the face of the prince of the palace could not be brushed.

"Lord Fujun." The prince gave up.

King Qin Guang waved his hand, his face couldn't see joy or sadness: "Now that person is back, and he has also made his attitude clear, some people's waists are naturally straight, and even I can't help with your affairs now." ”

"I knew he was back, so I hurried down to see how angry he looked." The corners of the prince's mouth showed a smile.

King Qin Guang knew his temperament, so he changed the topic and asked, "Can you make enough plans?" ”

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth." The prince said nonchalantly.

King Qin Guang rarely bowed to the prince, turned around and walked back to the palace.

Only then did the dungeon pawn who was kneeling beside him dare to get up and stretched out his hand to invite him on the road.

"The prince is dead!" A hearty laugh came from the fifth hall, "Xucun, go and release people!" ”

"Your Majesty's Order!" The village knelt outside the hall and answered loudly.

He got up and took a few steps back, and then he turned around and strode away.

The crack in Xuanjia's chest instantly returned to its original state, and since the prince was dead, he gave up his obsession.

He knew in his heart that the person he had released was like a prince, and he was like a fish in his throat to the king.

Kill but can't kill, it's easy to commit other people's taboos, let go of worry, keep even more worried.

But since the prince is dead, letting him go will be beneficial and harmless.

The village ordered the heavy prison door to be opened.

"Come out!" The jailer yelled.

The sound of heavy chains emanated from the darkened cell.

A figure surrounded by iron ropes and full of weights under his feet slowly walked out.

The mantle was disheveled, and the stray hair obscured the face.

"Who should I be, it turned out to be a village child, haha."

The village frowned and looked at him and said, "The prince is dead, and the king ordered me to let you out!" ”

"Why, King Yama will also be afraid?" The people in prison spoke unceremoniously, as if they didn't even pay attention to the king.

"Bold!" The Mo knife in his hand was across the neck of this person, and he said angrily, "How can you call the name of the king?" ”

"If I am afraid, I am afraid, if I am really of the same heart with the prince, you, you, and you, who is not afraid?" The heavy chains made a screeching noise as he reached out and pointed.

There was silence for a while.

"I'm going to take a shower, change my clothes, and meet the prince," the prisoner said with a smile on his arms, "why are you still stunned, untie it!" ”

The jailer was not accustomed to his arrogant appearance, and in a fit of rage, he flicked his whip and whipped it.

The man's eyes flashed, and with one hand, the iron rope went directly around the jailer's neck as if he was at his beckon, and the jailer was strangled to death like a dead dog under the gentle pull.

"Untie it, Lord Tsumura?"

The village had a gloomy face, and his facial muscles trembled as he put down the Mo knife.

For a moment just now, he really wanted to cut it down with a knife, but this person didn't care about his killing intent at all, which made his momentum fall again.

My heart was full of resentment.

The prince followed the escorted jailer all the way, which was more like an outing to him.

Although the underworld has always come down, it is the first time that I have walked so many places.

The destination of this trip was the second palace of the king of Chujiang, and the prince knew that this must have been the idea of the king of Qin Guang.

Now the ten halls of Yama, only the second hall and the first hall have a good relationship, although the other halls are not the same as the fire and water, but the paper can't contain the fire after all, and the underworld is afraid that it is not far from the chaos.

Walking to a mountain road, there is a pavilion on the slope, and the prince can see a few people waiting in the pavilion from a distance.

A man in a black robe and a man in white was boiling a hot pot in the pavilion with great interest.

The village stood with a long face and two ghost pawns on the side, obviously distancing himself from the man, as if it was not a hot pot cooking on the table, but feces and urine in the toilet.

The prince smiled, this relationship is good, except for the two ghost pawns who know each other.

Seeing that a pair of dishes and chopsticks had been set up opposite the man in white and a wine glass had been prepared, the prince sat down unceremoniously.

A drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead, and the Mo knife in his hand also made a buzzing sound.

The man in white wanted to meet and was also agreed by the king.

Otherwise, he would not agree to kill the village, let alone follow.

"Taste it! Although it is not as delicious as the world, you will have an endless aftertaste after eating this meal. The man in white squinted his eyes and chewed the meatballs, with a look of enjoyment.

The prince also picked up a piece curiously, and said to himself, is this thing so delicious?

I also learned to put the person on the other side into his mouth and chew it.

But after a few bites, he spit on the ground with a disgusted face.

The smell of burnt paper filled the nasal passages, and the taste was dry and soft.

"What kind of rice is this, you eat so deliciously?" The prince begged from his tastes.

"I just asked someone to burn it on it, this meal, I eat goodbye, and you eat it as a farewell."

"You said goodbye to such a bad thing, I said goodbye to such a delicious thing." The prince knew him too well, and he always beat around the bush when he spoke badly.

The man in white clapped his hands and laughed.

"This wine is even more unusual than this dish." The man in white took a sip and motioned for the prince to take a bite as well.

"I'm afraid it's lighter than water?" Although the prince said that he was unwilling, he still nodded to his lips.

It's really wine, the wine of the world.

"Did I say this is your letter hidden by King Yama?" The man in white looked at the prince with burning eyes.

The prince instantly understood what he meant, and the hand of the king of Yama seemed to reach out to the world again.

"Bold! Dare to be disrespectful to the prince! The two ghost pawns beside the village shouted violently.

The brain melon kernel of the village hurts, and yes, two more will die.

"The underworld is like this, and the slogans are shouted louder and louder." The man in white pouted.

"After all, there are many families, and they follow the policy of fooling the people, who cares if they die one or two?" The prince drank the wine from his cup.

The man in white waved his hand, and the two ghost pawns were pierced by the golden light.

The village swallowed nervously, out of sight and out of mind, as if he hadn't brought anyone over.

"Why don't you kill this too? He seems to be hostile to both of us. The prince said half-jokingly.

"Okay, I'll give you a gift before I go." As the man in white spoke, his fingertips were already aimed at the village, and a golden light shot out.

The prince dragged him through the village and could dodge it.

"Why don't you kill it?" The man in white was puzzled.

"If you pat your ass and leave, I'm still going to be punished." The prince saw through his intentions at a glance.

"You've changed, dull, cowardly." The man in white stood up.

"This hot pot tastes gone." The man tied his hair in a bun and showed his face.

This face is exactly the same as that of a prince!