Boss Pei smiled and narrowed his eyes, walked up to Nangong Ni, raised his thin lips and reminded kindly: "My surname is Pei."
"Pei... Pei..." Nangong Nie's original shape showed in pain, his chaotic eyes turned back and forth, and finally settled on Boss Pei, his face suddenly changed: "Pei? The Pei family of the Exorcist Dragon Clan?'
Boss Pei chuckled and bent down: "I'm glad that people on the road haven't forgotten the Pei family."
Nangong Ni's expression was not that good. He kept moving backwards to avoid this person's touch, because he knew clearly that he was no match for the person in front of him.
He never expected that he would meet the Pei family here.
That family of exorcists who travel between the human world and the underworld.
They never play their cards according to common sense.
Mysterious and unpredictable, Taoism is powerful.
In the past, many onmyojis struggled to get in the Pei family.
I have no choice but to pass it down from generation to generation, so I can only pass it down to my family.
Disciples with foreign surnames have only learned a little bit.
Even the Taoism of his Nangong family was learned from a disciple with a foreign surname.
He has never even met a true heir of the Pei family.
Just because of the chaos of demons more than 300 years ago, the Pei family fell, and the only bloodline was missing.
At that time, the disciples with foreign surnames set up their own schools outside based on their own abilities.
This is the beginning of Pei's glory!
Nangongyuan took the opportunity to rise up and became a hegemon in the Tao.
But now, he actually saw the legendary descendant of the Pei family.
No wonder he broke his formation and recited the Nine Sons Mantra in the formation.
Because the person who originally set up this formation was originally from the Pei family!
Nangong Nie kept walking backwards. In addition to being shocked, he was also filled with intense fear deep in his heart.
He tried not to let himself tremble. After all, he was a well-informed military minister during his lifetime, and he controlled so many resentful spirits after his death.
However, the increasingly intense beams of light made him feel as if his body was about to be torn apart, first his chest, then his arms, and finally his ankles...
Boss Pei just looked at him, shook his head helplessly, and stretched out his hand as if to cover something: "I haven't released my soul power for many years. After I opened my eyes, I felt so astringent..."
As his last words fell, there was a loud bang!
The huge Buddha statue started to crack from the middle, falling into pieces, with broken stones everywhere. In the dust, Boss Pei only took out a white handkerchief, wiped his bony hands with a smile, and raised his eyes again.
He has returned to his usual smiling appearance.
Without the cover of the Buddha statue, the sun shines through the clouds and hits the ground in spots, gathering together a small amount to make a large one, illuminating the entire Ximen!
However, Boss Pei did not have a big smile on his face. Instead, he frowned slightly as he looked at the yellow-orange light.
It's almost too late.
They must break into the Chaoyang Palace to stop the evil dragon before dark.
Otherwise, everything you do today will lose its original meaning...
North Gate.
Ka Suo was still pulling his scythe hard, his impatience written all over his handsome face.
"I feel so ashamed to have a companion like you." A cold bass voice suddenly sounded above my head.
Ka Suo looked over to avoid the sound, and saw a man in a "Reaper's professional uniform" with a strong sense of abstinence, suspended on the ice sculpture, holding a black Death Note in one hand, hanging casually by his side, and pressing the other hand against the frame
He went up and pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses. There was no expression on his handsome face like a knife. He had the demeanor of a modern CEO, of course, if he was not wearing ancient robes.
Ka Suo was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "What a coincidence, Bing, you are also here to take a walk in the world."
"I'm here to catch you." The Ice Death calmly closed the Death Note in his hand, his tone so calm that it chilled people's hearts.
Ka Suo pretended not to hear anything at all and continued to change the topic: "Hehehehe, the weather is really nice today, it is indeed suitable for a walk, but you don't need to walk for too long. When it's time to go back, you have to go back!"
The Ice Death God glanced at the dark clouded sky with cold eyes and sneered: "Your excuse can be worse."
"Okay." Ka Suo straightened his handsome face: "You can take me back, but I can't pull out my sickle." (If he could pull it out, he would have run away long ago!!!)
The Ice God of Death frowned. As a person who regards the work of the God of Death as his life, he will never allow the slightest flaw to appear in his work.
Abandoning the magical artifacts of the underworld in the human world is a taboo for the God of Death...
Ka Suo knew his character well and sighed with pretense of distress: "Otherwise, you can help me pull it out?"
The Ice Death God glanced at him, but did not object to his proposal. He walked over and pressed his gloved fingers on the scythe.
Those black hair seemed to be deliberately against him, entangled from the blade to the handle, and still wrapped around his left leg in a very ignorant way, forming a thick layer of ice.
The Ice Death God's brows furrowed even more tightly, with a hint of impatience brewing. His voice was low, as if he was discussing with someone: "I just want to take the sickle away."
The black-haired people did not stop because of his words. Instead, after smelling the hostility on his body, they all gathered around him.
The Ice Death God's eyes were clearly filled with disgust.
Ka Suo smiled evilly and added insult to injury: "Bing, it seems that your politeness will only make the enemy more impudent. These hairs, oh, how long do you have to soak in the water to wash yourself clean?"
Yes, the Ice Death has a mysophobia, even more so than the Seventh Hall.
He looked coldly at the long hair that spread to his waist, suddenly turned around, and without further hesitation, he directly pulled out the monster hidden in the ice, so fast that it hardly looked like a human being.
Although he is not human in the first place, he is still a bit strong and perverted.
He held the limp monster with one hand, with a cold look on his face.
The surrounding ice faded away layer by layer, returning to the original normal snow, but the long hair of the women did not fade away at all.
Ka Suo curled his thin lips playfully, stretched out his hand, and flicked the monster's ears with his fingers: "It turns out that this gadget is just a deception."
There was still no emotion on the face of the Ice Death God. He just looked at the hair at his feet, and his lips were firm: "This is not ordinary hair, but resentment caused by betrayal..." At this point, he raised his eyes and stretched out his hand.
He caught a snowflake and said meaningfully: "It's a snow girl."
"Snow Girl?" Ka Suo raised a nice eyebrow: "You mean the Snow Girl is here? Well...I heard that the Snow Girl is pretty good-looking."
The Ice Death God turned his head and glanced meaningfully to the east: "She is not here."
"Then what happened to these hairs? You just said she made them, and then you said she wasn't here." Casso scratched his head.
The God of Ice Death threw away the monster he was carrying and said in a calm tone: "The resentment of the snow girl can be spread thousands of miles, let alone the distance between the two palace gates... Ka Suo."
"Huh?" Castle was still thinking about his brother's last sentence.
The Ice Death God said coldly: "Take off your clothes."
W-what?!
Ka Suo gave the Ice Death a very strange look, then hugged himself with both hands and took a big step back: "I don't want it, I don't want to commit myself to you!"
The Ice Death God's face darkened suddenly, and then he said one word at a time: "I, too, don't want it."
"Then you ask me to take off my clothes." Ka Suo bit his sleeve in grievance.
The God of Ice Death resisted the urge to kick him to death, and said in a calm voice: "The snow girl hates wretched men the most."
"Huh? What..." Kasuo hadn't spoken yet, only three swishing sounds were heard.
The buttons of his coat were cut off with a blade, and when it was loosened slightly, his bronze chest was revealed.
Kasuo blinked in confusion.
Those long hair that were as difficult to tangle as black mist suddenly stood up, as if they were alive, and they all looked towards Ka Suo.
Then……
A loud bang!
Whether it was the black hair entangled in the Ice Death God's long legs or the black hair holding on to the scythe, they all put down what they were doing and determined the collective attack target!!
Kasuo whined and began to circle around the palace gate.
The Ice Death didn't even look here. He calmly picked up the sickle on the ground and wiped it with the white handkerchief he carried.
Ka Suo shouted angrily at the other end: "Dead Face, you'd better explain to me why they are all chasing me!"
The Ice Death God turned his head and pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose calmly: "Perhaps, they saw you taking off your clothes and were attracted by your charming abdominal muscles."
"Really?!" Ka Suo didn't run away, he put his hands on his hips, his movements were graceful, and he curled his thin lips evilly: "I told you earlier, do you want me to continue taking off my clothes?"
Ice Death:..."No need."
Ka Suo looked serious: "I can really continue to take it off."
"..." Probably because he couldn't bear it anymore, the Ice Death God glanced at his partner who had brought shame to the Death God Realm, and pressed his forehead as if he had a headache.
On the other side, someone who is eager to show off his abs has been overwhelmed by a lot of black hair o(□)o
The Ice God of Death didn't care about him. Anyway, as a God of Death, these things are just nonsense, but... this palace gate is not easy to break through.
It's not because of anything else, but...the person guarding the palace gate is not here.
The Ice Death God raised his head, the lenses without prescription reflected shrewd light, and what was clearly visible was the reflection of layers of dark clouds in his narrow eyes.
He stared in the east direction for a while, then walked up to Caso and pulled him out of the pile of black hair, with a lukewarm attitude.
Forget it, human affairs have nothing to do with him anyway...
…
It's approaching dusk, at the east gate of the palace.
The dark clouds made up for the lack of popularity here, and the entire palace looked so gloomy.
The big red lantern hanging high was getting darker and darker, and the shadow it cast swayed from side to side, looking half like a human and half like a ghost.
But these are not things to worry about.
What really makes people anxious is that the wick of the lantern is about to burn out...