After hearing the guard's report, Netherworld King narrowed his eyes:
"not see……"
When did he become available to anyone?
This Nether World has become more and more outrageous recently. It's really...
King Netherworld wanted to curse, but the guard did not leave.
"What? You don't listen to me anymore?"
This subordinate is really becoming more and more ignorant, which is really hateful.
"King, that man's momentum is very strong, we can't stop him..."
"Haha... King Netherworld, you really have a lot of airs..."
A hearty voice rang out, and King Netherworld looked up, only to see a man walking in surrounded by people:
"Who are you……"
That man is a bit strange. He is dressed in white, but his hair...
It's actually two-color, white and black, which is really weird.
Moreover, in black and white, it feels indescribably weird.
And on his face, there was actually a black and white moon, like the yin and yang disk.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is, King Netherworld, I like this chair..."
He looked at the Netherworld King's chair with cold eyes, which meant...
That momentum actually made him feel somewhat familiar.
And that look...
King Netherworld squinted his eyes, thinking about when he had seen this man before.
"Haha, that's really interesting... Could you please tell me why you like my chair..."
The meaning is actually very obvious, this person wants his position.
But he, the King of Netherworld, is not so easy to bully.
A powerful spiritual consciousness swept over him, and Netherworld King wanted to calmly give him some pressure.
However, it was a pity that the man seemed not to feel it, and still looked at him coldly, with a mocking smile on his lips:
"Netherworld King, is it fun?"
His hand casually grabbed it, and in a blink of an eye, there were black and white balloons in his hand.
Two colors, black and white, merge together, indescribably weird, like...
His people are the same.
"you……"
"Zuo Shi, you go over and discuss with Netherworld King..."
The man spoke very naturally. As soon as he finished speaking, a man next to him walked out, wearing a mask on his face, dressed in black, and with a sharp figure.
King Netherworld stared closely at the man, this man...
Although he was wearing a mask, he always felt somewhat familiar, as if he had seen him before.