Everyone was confused!

The one-horned ghost king was even bitten by a snake and screamed: "Ghost King of Creation! You...you...you...you...how could you catch the Ghost King of Creation? You...you are so weak...The Ghost King of Creation has three thousand years of Taoism... There are almost no people in the world who are stronger than him...This is impossible...This is absolutely impossible...Hehe...Dream! I must be dreaming. Yes, right...The Ghost King of Demon and I gathered five thousand creatures last night, and it was still 15,000 to complete the task. We worked for several days, so we were lazy to drink some wine. Now I am in a dream. Otherwise, how could the Ghost King of Demon King of Demon died? How could the Ghost King of Demon King of Demon be caught by this little boy? He put it in his shoes. Oh my go...What am I thinking all day long? How did I have such a ridiculous dream?"

He said, squatting on the ground and patting his face.

While taking pictures, he smiled foolishly: "I'm dreaming... I'm dreaming..."

The third lady gritted her teeth and was almost mad at the piss of anger: "I'll fight for you!"

Bang!

A crisp slap in the face directly drove the unicorn Ghost King away.

The one-horned ghost king flew out more than ten meters and fell to the ground like a dead dog.

The third lady asked angrily: "Are you sober?"

The one-horned ghost king covered his face, confused, cute...

Miss Third rushed over and punched and kicked her.

Suddenly, the ghost energy swelled up, and everyone could not see the two of them at all.

Only in the ghost energy, the one-horned ghost king screamed: "Wake up! Miss Three, please spare me, I'm awake..."

Miss Third: "If you wake up, run away! I have long said that this kid is very tricky and cunning. Even the Ghost King of Creation was taken down by him, so we are no match for it. Escape quickly!"

Whoosh...

The third lady flew towards the distance.

The one-horned ghost king looked back at me, and happened to face my eyes. He shuddered suddenly, let out a strange cry, and ran away.

The Ghost King of Creation was crying at my feet, and he stretched out his hand in despair and shouted: "Miss Three, one horn, don't run away, save me quickly... save me..."

I slapped it on the head: "I'm paralyzed, aren't I good to you? Why do you want to escape?"

The Ghost King of Creation was in tears and looked desperate: "Grandpa, you are so nice to me. My admiration for you is like the water of the Yellow River, surging endlessly, from the sky, flowing all the way to the bathtub of the third lady and the one-horned Ghost King. I was joking... I swear to the sky that I will follow you for the rest of my life, never leaving you. If you ask me to face east, I will face east, if you ask me to face west, I will face west. If you ask me... Let me eat~ I admit the shit... I beg you, can you not put me in my shoes again?"

Me: "Which country is coming? It is the highest etiquette to your feet. This is a gift to you, and you still..."

The Ghost King of Creation hurriedly hugged my thigh: "Grandpa... No need... really no need... I am a little slave of your old man. You don't have to give me any etiquette... Just put me in your pocket casually... I'll catch the third lady and let her enjoy your highest etiquette..."

Nangong Xuewu held my arm and whispered: "Husband, it...it's so pitiful. Otherwise, put it in my gourd. This gourd is me...that is, the natal magic weapon of the Shura Empress, and even if you pretend to be an evil god, you can't escape."

My eyes lit up.

At this moment, my spiritual roots are disintegrating, my magic power is getting weaker and weaker, and it may disappear at any time.

The time for Meng Po's retrospective technique can only last for one day. After one day, the Ghost King of Creation will become a Taoist practice for three thousand years. At that time, this guy is likely to find an opportunity to escape and then turn against him.

My spell may not have much effect on him.

It is best to put it in the gourd.

But I'm afraid that the Ghost King of Creation is unwilling...

However, my worries are redundant.

The Ghost King of Creation kneeled for Nangong Xuewu with a thud, and his face was filled with tears of excitement: "Auntie...you are my aunt...no, Huangquan is my grandfather, you are his woman, you are my grandmother. Thank you grandmother...thank you grandmother..."

I took Nangong Xuewu's gourd and prepared to open the plug and let the Ghost King of Creation go in by himself.

However, the embarrassing thing happened.

I pulled it for a long time...

Damn, I used all my strength to open the gourd.

Nangong Xuewu covered her mouth and laughed secretly. She took the gourd, and her two slender jade fingers were pinched gently, and the plug opened.

The Ghost King of Creation looked at my feet, and did not dare to say a word of nonsense, and flew into the gourd with a whoosh.

The mission is done!

The people in the Nangong family were all stunned, and their eyes looked extremely complicated.

I was too lazy to pay attention to them, looked at Nangong Fengtian and shouted, "Old man, these people from the Nangong family are not despised by me, they are all silly and can't stand on the wall, and they are full of garbage. Why don't you follow us?"

Nangong Fengtian looked at these people.

These people also looked at Nangong Fengtian with complicated eyes.

After a long time, Nangong Fengtian sighed and said, "Boy, you go, don't bully Xuewu in the future. I'm old! I'm seventy and sixteen years old this year. I'm over 70 years old and half of my body was buried in the coffin. My ancestors handed over the family to me. I'll guard the children of the Nangong family and guard the Nangong family's ancestral hall. At my age, I can no longer wander like you, wander, fallen leaves return to the roots. I don't want to lose this root, nor can I lose it. Let's go...you go... don't worry about me. No matter what, I have the title of deputy director in Bureau 749. Maoshan and Longhushan will not be taken away. I will take the people of the Nangong family to join 749. In times of evil ghosts, our Nangong family may not be able to do much, but we won't be able to slaughter."

Nangong Xuewu cried and threw herself into the old man's arms.

Nangong Fengtian burst into tears. After a long time, he put Nangong Xuewu's hand in my hand. He suddenly turned around and shouted to the people of the Nangong family: "Those who still regard me as the head of the family, pack their luggage and go with me. If you want to seek refuge in Maoshan or Longhushan, I, Nangong Fengtian, will never keep me."

Everyone looked at each other, and they were shameless. They forced the old man to kill his granddaughter just now, but now the heads of the family shouted intimately.

None of them are fools.

If they rashly defect to Maoshan and Longhushan, why do they want their widows? If they have no credit or hard work, why should they protect them? Maybe they are traitors, maybe they will send them to the front line as soon as the Ghost King appears. Following Mr. Nangong is the wisest choice.

No matter how dissatisfied with this old man, he is pedantic and upright, and if he recognizes his bloodline, he will definitely fight for their benefits.

For the sake of Mr. Nangong, I will help them again.

There are Maoshan and Longhushan outside, and people from the other six major families are staring at them. If the Nangong family wants to escape unscathed, they need me to help them lead these people away.

In fact, no matter whether I want to help or not, Gong Yunbo and Chen Xuanyang will come after me when they find my traces.

Sure enough, not long after I left the village, Gong Yunbo, Chen Xuanyang, and the people from the six major families had already blocked the way between me and Nangong Xuewu.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!