"Your Highness Moro!" The judge held the pen of life and death in his hand and bowed slightly.
Your Highness Moro? Fusang is a little confused. Isn’t it the Lord of Hell? The underworld is the same as above. Will there be a change of official position?
"When the seducer brought her back, did he bring back some people he shouldn't have brought with him?" Moro glanced at the judge. It's not easy to be the leader of the underworld these days. You have to uphold justice and fairness. Let's see if there are any
There is no unjust, false or wrongful conviction!
The judge glanced at Fusang and frowned slightly.
"This woman died in an accident, but her life span was indeed over, but..." The judge paused and flipped through the book of life and death.
"But what?" Moro raised his eyebrows!
Before the judge could respond, a figure rolled in in a panic,
"Your Highness, Your Highness, it's not good, it's not good~"
"Why are you so panicked?" Moro turned his eyes and glared at the boy and shouted.
Fusang couldn't help but laugh, but when he received a sharp glare from Moro, he immediately put away his smile and pretended to be serious.
"Someone broke in, and my subordinates can't stop him~"
"It's really useless." Moro pushed the boy away and walked directly out of the hall.
"Girl, although your life span has expired, your name is still in the book of life and death. Judge, I really don't understand this. Please rest for a while and wait until I contact the King of Hell and inquire carefully!"
Fusang looked at the courteous look of the judge, but she wasn't nervous at all. The child just wanted to beat her to the eighteenth level of hell, which would have been scary. However,
"Excuse me, what do you mean by this?" As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sudden burst of ghostly cries and howls in his ears, which made Fusang tremble. He suddenly felt an eerie feeling. The underworld was indeed the underworld, there was no such thing as an underworld.
Popularity is all ghost energy.
"We need to ask for instructions on this!" This was the judge's official response.
"Hand her over to me!" A deep and angry voice came from outside to inside, followed by the sound of things being thrown and the miserable howl of pain.
"How dare you make trouble in the underworld!" Fusang still couldn't laugh or cry, his childish voice pretending to be an adult's majesty.
"Hand her over to me!" The furious voice escalated, but it was so familiar.
Fusang was overjoyed, but sad at the same time. He also came to the underworld. Didn't he really implicate him? His own life implicate him.
Fusang lowered her head in frustration. She didn't mean it. What she said before was just a joke. She really never thought about really hurting him!
The sound of fighting outside is getting louder and louder,
"Your Majesty, can I go out and have a look? I know that person!" Fusang begged with a glimmer of hope.
Even though they went to hell together, Fusang still wanted to see Feng Teng again. When she left, she didn't even say goodbye, and she should have said sorry for causing Feng Teng.
The judge nodded,
"Girl, please come with me!"
Although this is indeed just an ordinary human woman, and the book of life and death records that she did die on this day, her name still exists. This situation has never happened before. The only explanation is that this woman is not ordinary.
"Hand her over!" Longquan Sword wiped the floor and chopped off the servant.
"Presumptuous." Moro looked at this arrogant and unruly man. He was obviously covered in bruises and there was even a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, but he still stood here with a strong breath and kept shouting "Hand it over!"
"Your Highness, this man is indiscriminate and cuts everyone he sees when he comes in. He has no idea what he wants us to pay!" the boy reported as he was dying.
Moro faced off against Feng Teng. This was a dragon with very powerful spiritual power, but it was unreasonable to break into the underworld and destroy public property.
However, in the five hundred years since he took over, the underworld has never been so lively, and he has rarely encountered such a powerful opponent. Yes, he just likes strong people, which suits his taste.
But after all, he was a dragon that invaded the underworld. The hand on his back gradually gathered a ball of energy in the palm of his hand, ready to attack at any time.
"Hand her over to me!" Feng Teng resisted the itching in his throat. Although the inner alchemy was clearly not hurt, his breath was unstable and his blood surged.
The only explanation is that Fusang's spirit is gone, and he is also implicated.
"Do you think the underworld is a place where you can come and leave whenever you want?"
"When I come to the underworld, you, I, will also give me three points of thin noodles. You don't know where to drink milk! If you know better, get out of my way and hand over that woman to me! Otherwise, I will expose you
He will destroy your whole hell and leave you without even water to drink." If it were Feng Teng a thousand years ago, he would definitely kill without saying a word, but he was afraid that when the woman saw it later, she would make a fuss again.
For a while.
"You demon dragon is too self-righteous. I'm not that old guy. I make the decision here now!" As soon as he finished speaking, a strange wind suddenly arose in the underworld, and a strange light blue flame burst out from the palm of Moro's hand.
A sound struck the wind directly.
Feng Teng blocked it with both hands, and the pale golden crescent-shaped aperture blocked it. But if you know Feng Teng, you will definitely find that the protective circle is obviously much weaker.
"Boy, even if you don't have all your hair, you dare to be arrogant in front of me!" The faintly flickering dragon horns on his forehead suddenly appeared, Feng Teng raised a sneer on his lips and roared, the dazzling golden light flowed from his fingertips, gradually
They gathered into two powerful beams of light and attacked Moro fiercely.
Moro immediately retracted the inner flame, and his body rotated 365 degrees up and down lightly, floating steadily in the air. Such a powerful power does not seem to be possessed by ordinary dragons, and he just claimed to be the king, is it a legend?
The Dragon King in?
"Hey, are you Long Xiangfengteng?"
"How could it be that you, a small palace, call me my king's name?" Fengteng rose into the sky and confronted Moro. The golden light of Longquan Sword shone faintly.
"I will give you another chance. Now if you..."
"Little sheep~" was an expected cry.
"Woman~" Hearing Fusang's voice, the evil spirit around Feng Teng disappeared instantly, and he jumped down happily. It turned out that he missed her so much, every time he smiled, but what he missed most was that she was angry with him.
She is furious and fierce, but she knows that no matter how fierce she is, she is just a mouth with a knife and a heart.
"Little Yang, I~" Fusang was stunned. She was pulled into Feng Teng's arms and hugged her so tightly that even Fusang forgot what she wanted to say to Feng Teng.
"Little, little sheep, what's wrong with you?" Fusang hugged Feng Teng with his backhand and leaned against his chest, hearing the rhythm of his strong heartbeat.
It's faster than ordinary people, and my little heart is beating erratically.
Aren't they both dead? Would a dead man's heart still beat so violently?