Shangguan Yi scolded: "What time has it been? I'm still in the mood to sing."
The sleeves of Mo Zi's quilt were removed, her fingers touched the appliqués on the side of her head, and she said with a smile: "Master did not save the wrong little master. The two of you have never gone out together with the little master, and you have not seen her ability. Although she did not become a demon for a long time,
Long, but Duan must have that talent. The strength of the Mu faction has already reached a small level, and the traitor Ruda is also the sect that the young master cleans up personally. If the young master dies, it is equivalent to the demon master having one less general. These days
, people’s hearts are very impetuous, it’s really hard to find a loyal minister..."
After listening to their chatter for a long time, Su Yi felt like he had a splitting headache. He hadn't closed his eyes for 49 days and was extremely tired.
"Get ready, let us know that we can no longer stay in Wuluo Mountain, and we have to change places. In addition, the four envoys have a clear division of labor, and each one is indispensable. We must find someone to fill Ruda's vacancy as soon as possible. If there is a suitable one, we will
Come and have a look with me if you recommend it.”
He dropped these words, rolled up his sleeves and left.
After Su Yi left, Shangguan Yi said with concern: "Shui Niang, are you okay?"
Shui Niang shook her head and said: "The Demon Lord didn't really want to hurt me, otherwise with his power, he would only beat me until I vomit blood. Don't worry, I can still bear it."
Mo Ziyi rolled up her sleeves, took a few steps, raised her fingers, glanced at her, and started singing: "There is a storm outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, and there is a sad voice that breaks the silence. There is only a sedan chair across the curtain, and it must be the newlyweds crossing the Magpie Bridge."
On auspicious days, we should laugh, why do the shark beads turn into tears and throw them away? At this time, I understand that there are not all rich people in the world. There are also hunger and cold, sadness, and frustration, and weeping and howling. The people in the sedan play different tunes, and there must be hidden emotions in their hearts."
Shangguan Yi took a sip of tea and said, "Okay, okay, stop singing. It's annoying to hear those chirping!"
Mo Ziyi glared at him and said: "What do you know, you bastard? This is folk art." He smiled lightly and said: "It seems that our demon master really has a master living in our hearts. I guess,
My little master’s good days are coming soon.”
Shui Niang hummed without emotion. But others didn't see it, but there was a thousand kinds of deep affection in her eyes, and she was extremely heartbroken. It's true that "the way is to be destined but not destined, and there is no emotion in the mind to complain."
The King of Hell stayed one night in the mansion of the Barefoot Immortal. The next day, the King of Hell was still dreaming there when he heard a burst of hearty laughter coming from outside the house.
"Hahahaha! It's very, very good! The old wine was dug out, the new wine was buried, and the garden is filled with fragrance. Now I have good wine to drink."
The King of Hell guessed that the Barefoot Immortal had returned, so he quickly got up, put on his official uniform, called his name and rushed out of the house.
The Barefoot Immortal squatted under the big banyan tree in the courtyard, picked up a pot of aged wine, and poured it down. The wine splashed all over his face. He didn't feel the sting in his eyes, but felt extremely refreshed.
Just as he was feeling the mellowness of the wine, he saw a black-faced monster emerge from behind the tree. The Barefoot Immortal stood up straight and was startled. He thought it was a monster from the mortal world that had followed him to heaven. At that moment, he lost his wine jar and wanted to go to heaven.
One battle.
After somersaulting, I got into a good posture. When I took a closer look, I saw what kind of demon was there. Isn’t this the Lord of Hell?
"What kind of wind has brought the King of Hell here!" The Barefoot Immortal chuckled, and instantly felt sorry for the half bottle of wine that fell to the ground. "Look...it suddenly appeared like this and scared me. It's such a pity that this