Xuankong didn't bother to think about it, so he took the whip from his grandmother's hand casually, and pretended to say respectfully: "Yes." Don't be polite, turn around and want to fly. Grandma saw that the words and deeds of this female ghost under her were very strange, and she couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

However, Xuankong was originally an ordinary maid, and there were a lot of ghosts in charge under his grandmother, so he didn't see a flaw.

Yan Chixia and Ning Caichen originally thought that Nie Xiaoqian would marry the old demon of Montenegro in three days, so they must have been taken to the underworld to prepare for the wedding at this moment. But they didn't expect that since Nie Xiaoqian was not willing to marry the old demon of Montenegro at all, how could she be so active in entering the underworld to prepare?

In the depths of the inner courtyard of Lanruo Temple, Nie Xiaoqian woke up from her boudoir dream.

In the dream just now, she was alone in the boundless hell, and countless ghosts swam under her feet. A demon giant hidden in the darkness sits high on a pile of dry bones.

Although she couldn't see the face of this big demon, Nie Xiaoqian suddenly flashed like a little inspiration, and suddenly knew that this should be the old demon of Montenegro that she was about to marry.

She wasn't happy, she didn't want to marry this old demon of Montenegro at all.

But all around hell there is no place to hide, except for endless wails of pain. The old demon of Montenegro stood up in the darkness, and he laughed strangely, revealing his fangs that were still bloodshot from a living person.

Combined with the gray and dull dungeon sky, and the dark earth with a little brown and blood in the dusk, it makes people breathless and dull. Nie Xiaoqian seemed to have forgotten her ghost immortal cultivation, and a panic that she had never felt before suddenly arose in her heart.

She wanted to retreat like crazy, just to escape from the terrifying old demon of Montenegro, no matter where she fled, as long as she could stay away from the old demon of Montenegro.

But no matter how you retreat, no matter how you dodge, it is useless, the black shadow of the old demon of Montenegro has always suppressed Nie Xiaoqian's body.

No one can come to save her, and no one dares to resist the old demon of Montenegro who even has to grovel to her grandmother.

Nie Xiaoqian ran and cried, and she felt a kind of loneliness and sadness deeply engraved in her bones. She is a woman who no one loves, no one still cares, father, grandma, all the figures flashed in front of Nie Xiaoqian's eyes one by one, and then slowly faded away.

I don't know why, in the end, in front of Nie Xiaoqian's eyes, what emerged was actually the image of Ning Caichen, who had just met. The stupid scholar who had only known him for one night, but was willing to sacrifice his life for Nie Xiaoqian to save her.

Nie Xiaoqian opened her eyes, but Ning Caichen's voice and smile were still imprinted in her eyes, as if she was destined to be in love for the third life. Connected to each other, she could not forget, she could not be dissolved, and she felt a wave of horror for no reason, as if she was about to lose the most precious thing in her life.

This feeling was too real, it really made Nie Xiaoqian sleep, and she sighed faintly and got up from the couch. Walked to the table in the room, looked at the red wedding dress on the table, sighed faintly, and whispered: "I was born before you were born, and I am dead when you were born; ”

"I was born before I was born, and I am dead when I was born; I was born before I was born, I am dead when I was born, I am away from the yin of the king, and I am separated from the yang and the vulgar. I was born before I was born, I am dead when you are born, and I turn into butterflies to find flowers, and perch on fragrant grass at night."

Nie Xiaoqian suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and knocked over the tea cup on the table, could it be that the yin ghost also has a heartache?

She squatted a little puzzled, the tea cup had been shattered on the ground, and the tea beach gently rippled on the ground, followed by four small fluorescent fonts on the tea stains: "Netherworld".

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned for a moment, stood up from the ground in some horror, and said in a trance: "It's wrong, could it be that Ning Caichen really went down to the Netherworld Mansion for me?"

She thought about the scene in her dream, and then corresponded to the strange situation in front of her, and her heart was already very anxious.

She hurried to the door, opened it with both hands, and walked out despite the fierce sunlight in the sky. But she had just walked a few steps, and before she had left the courtyard of her boudoir, she saw a beautiful woman walking by.

Nie Xiaoqian and the beauty got a little closer, and they could clearly see that the beauty on the other side who was almost completely similar to her own face was the female ghost Xiaozhuo girl who was favored by her grandmother like herself.

Miss Xiaozhuo stretched out her hand to block Nie Xiaoqian's way, and shook her head gently, with a burning gaze in her eyes with three points of apology and three points of pity.

Nie Xiaoqian met Miss Xiaozhuo's gaze, and she already knew her intention in her heart. But Ning Caichen is willing to take risks for himself, why can't he fight for Ning Caichen?

She stood up silently, reached out and brushed a strand of hair from her lips, and looked at Miss Xiao Zhuo's eyes with an even more chilling cold light. Miss Xiaozhuo was not to be outdone, she came on the orders of her grandmother, and there was no way out.

The two beauties' four sharp eyes were hot and cold, and they met in the air and turned into wisps of steam.

They got closer and closer, but neither of them changed their minds, and it was not until they were an arm's length apart that they stopped again, staring at each other. Nie Xiaoqian gritted her teeth and almost begged: "Xiao Zhuo, just let me go, when what I want to do is done, I will go to my grandmother to ask for sin." ”

She thought clearly, even if she married the old demon of Montenegro, she had to save the life of Ning Caichen, a stupid scholar.

Miss Xiaozhuo looked at Nie Xiaoqian's gaze and replied coldly: "You know that this is impossible, grandma's order, I dare not disobey it." And grandma just asked me to take you to the underworld to meet her old man, okay, Xiaoqian, don't embarrass me, okay?"

Nie Xiaoqian's tone was sarcastic: "I'm embarrassed for you? You hard-hearted woman, do you really understand what embarrassment is? Anyway, no matter what, I'm going to break out today!"

Miss Xiao Zhuo's reply had a double meaning: "I naturally won't let you down, Xiaoqian, you must not let me down!"

As she spoke, the two women crossed over each other.

They are the most beautiful, most loved, and most gifted female ghosts under the same grandmother, and even their looks are nine points similar, and they have long wanted to distinguish between each other.

Nie Xiaoqian gritted her teeth, replied with a deep voice of "good!" and her fingertips carried mana, and the lotus steps were like a wonderful dance, and in the blink of an eye, she had already turned into more than a dozen phantoms to rush out of Miss Xiaozhuo's side.

If it were a different time, Nie Xiaoqian would very much like to have a fair showdown with Miss Xiaozhuo, but not today. Nie Xiaoqian, who was dressed and barefoot, transported her mana to the extreme, like a ghost that only appears from the deepest dreams, and her whole body turned into a white light and rushed towards the underworld. (To be continued.) )