This kind of day where you are worried and scared all the time.
"Promise me, there will be a solution when Huang Quan comes back." His voice changed from strong to pleading.
Ling Luo's heart was shocked.
Her persistence fell apart under this look.
She made him sad.
"good."
Even for him, she had to ensure her last spiritual power and hold her breath until the news about Heechul and Ye Ling.
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The sky in the underworld seems to be always so dark, with no clear sky.
The drizzle of rain fell into the River of Forgetfulness, causing ripples.
Huang Quan stood in the Wangchuan River with a blank look on his face, half of his body immersed in the Wangchuan River.
A bright butterfly landed on the tip of Huang Quan's nose, its two wings gently fluttering, and its two small tentacles accidentally penetrated the inner wall of his nostrils, causing him to itch.
"Ah sneeze--"
Huang Quan finally couldn't bear it anymore and sneezed loudly, and countless ice picks were sprayed out.
The bright butterfly was blown away by the cold air, and a sharp ice pick directly pierced its delicate body and nailed it to the bridge.
"Ah, ah, ah, it's really violent."
An old mother-in-law's voice came from the bridge, "Where did the monster come from? It doesn't know how to show mercy at all."
The old mother-in-law, with a stooped figure and her back was almost 90 degrees to the ground, turned around slowly with a black wooden crutch in her hand.
She has silver hair and a face full of wrinkles. Perhaps because of her hunchback, her breasts are very droopy. They are wrapped in dark purple clothes and are bulging.
Crane hair and childish face.
Huang Quan was slightly stunned, this old woman must have been a stunning beauty when she was young.
"Huh? It's a magic dragon. It's really strange." The old woman was slightly surprised after seeing Huang Quan's face clearly.
"It has been three thousand years, and no monster dares to enter the underworld casually anymore."
The passages and barriers from the underworld to the human world, demon world, and heaven are all in the Wangchuan River.
In the old woman's hand, there lay a bright butterfly, her body was pierced by an ice pick, and she was already dying.
Immediately afterwards, the old woman's hand brushed on Mingdie's body, and a faint light flashed, and the wounds on Mingdie's body miraculously revived.
His bright wings trembled slightly, he stood up, and then flew away into the distance without looking back.
Huang Quan was stunned for a moment.
He coaxed Jiarui along the way and finally successfully sneaked into the demon world.
Jiarui was busy taking Juehe back to heal his wounds, and had no time to take care of him. He took the opportunity to find the passage from the Demon Realm to the Underworld, and unexpectedly passed through it smoothly.
This is Huang Quan's first time in the underworld.
With a confused look on his face, he wandered around, only to see an endless river, with very lush and bright flowers growing on both sides, as if they were blood.
There is a bridge over the river.
There was an old mother-in-law on the bridge. Countless wandering souls passed by her. They took bowls of soup from her hand and drank it while crying.
"Are you...Mother Meng?"
Huang Quan remembered something and asked.
The old woman with a crutch and a stooped back looked at Huang Quan with a smile and said, "Exactly. Why are you here in the underworld, Demon Dragon?"
After not seeing a monster for three thousand years, Po Meng became somewhat interested in the ice dragon in front of her.