But just when Wang Shuyue couldn't believe that she could run under the city wall, in the sad night, a red dress quietly stepped onto the wall, with her bloody eyes, looking at her under the city wall with playful eyes.

Wang Shuyue's eyes narrowed and her fists clenched in an instant.

Damn it, what about fishing law enforcement!

Wang Shuyue was not surprised at all, and even had an unexpected feeling.

Morasha was about to sarcastically say "I want to escape?", but before he could say anything, Wang Shuyue rolled his eyes. The stinky girl's eyes were surprised and fearful, but she felt...he was childish?

With red eyes narrowed, Morakshasa secretly enlightened himself, hoping that he would have misunderstood.

How dare a little girl film despise the bloodthirsty and cruel ghost king?

He flew down from the city wall, rolled up his sleeves, and took Wang Shuyue back.

He strode into the Hall of Hell, swayed his sleeves, threw the bold stinky girl into the scarlet blood pool, Shi Shiran dusted her robe and sat on the wide throne of the bones, looking at her coldly.

The rich rust smell mixed with several unspeakable annoying fragrance surrounded Wang Shuyue. Before she could stand firm in the blood pool, she staggered and sat down in the thick red liquid.

When he raised his head, seventeen lambs to be slaughtered were hung high on the blood pool. The blood on his body had dried up, like a mummy body, hanging in an orderly manner like a wind chime.

Such a cruel side was revealed in front of Wang Shuyue clearly realized that the man on the throne was a complete devil!

Morasha supported his chin with one hand, which was perfect in size. He looked at Wang Shuyue's changing expression with enthusiasm, and felt very interesting.

He watched her struggle to climb up from the pool of blood, kneeling on the ground and retching, snapping his fingers.

Lu Heng walked in mechanically with a green jade cup and handed it to her.

The cup was clear water, but Wang Shuyue remembered the strange fragrance in the blood pool. She just took a look and vomited.

Her stomach kept surging, making her unable to get any strength, but she thought about the scarlet piece and vomited.

The green jade cup was handed to him again, and Wang Shuyue took off all the wet clothes on her body, leaving only the innermost vest and breeches.

She wrapped her bright red clothes and threw them fiercely at the throne of bones. The young man's black eyes were filled with anger, wanting to burn him to ashes!

Before Morashaka could lift his fingers, the ball of clothing had been burned out by the flames, and even the ashes remained.

Faced with Wang Shuyue's provocative behavior, his playful gaze finally became cold.

With a wave of his pale hand, Lu Heng disappeared, and the green jade cup disappeared.

Wang Shuyue blew on the ground and spat. In anger, the smell in her mouth was nothing.

She stood up again and asked, "What's going on with Lu Heng?"

Morasha raised her thick eyebrows, took out the jade flute, and murmured to herself: "It seems that I really know you. Are you very familiar with me?"

Although he asked, he didn't look at her, but only looked at the jade flute in his hand, and seemed to be able to see a flower.

Wang Shuyue could see that the man didn't say anything serious and was too lazy to reply to him.

She didn't say anything, but he was excited and said to himself: "That's just a body, you don't know yet?"

"Oh, it seems that no one knows it. Just this king and Lu Yuanyou know that since you are interested, I will come and listen to you."

"Lu Yuanyou quietly hid his son's soul and body. The decent leader actually ran to the Demon Palace to ask me, the big demon who they called for, and taught him the secret technique of resurrection from the dead. Are you funny?"

"Of course..." He curled his lips proudly, "I am a kind-hearted person. I don't think of the separation of father and son, so I reluctantly gave him a puppet son."

"You said, am I very kind?" He smiled evilly, but there was no emotion in his eyes.

"You are lonely."

In the hall, a woman's confident voice suddenly sounded. She sneered and said to him: "There is no living person in the entire Demon Palace, I deeply sympathize with you!"

"Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?" He seemed to not care about her words, and pointed at the wind chimes on the beam with a smile, "Just like them, let your blood dry and then die in pain."

Wang Shuyue seemed to see through him and sneered: "You dare not."

If she really wanted to kill her, she would have died a thousand times, instead of quarreling with him here.

"What are you keeping me for? Do you want to keep someone talking to you? After all, I really live long after playing double acts alone." Wang Shuyue deliberately stabbed him.

However, the other party said something to her that was unrelated.

"Aren't you cold wearing so little?"

Morakshasa novelly swept every inch of her exposed skin, but there was no desire to be virgin in her scarlet eyes.

Wang Shuyue walked up and shook her head indifferently, indicating that he had any purpose.

"What the hell do you want to do? If you are struggling, why not let me go back and I will give you a big gift immediately!"

The group attacked and killed you, the old thief! Wang Shuyue added secretly in her heart.

Morashasa put down the jade flute, as if she knew her again, and couldn't help asking again:

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this? Wang Shuyue, do you know what you have lived to this point?"

His body suddenly fell over, and his cold hands grabbed her chin, and his eyes fell on her agile eyes.

Wang Shuyue was shocked. Could it be that she wanted to dig her eyes?

She was moved forward by his arrogant force and fell heavily on the wide desk. The things poured out of the storage bag were still left. She saw a teleportation talisman from the corner of her eyes. Wang Shuyue quickly stretched out her hand regardless of the pain on her jaw.

Morasha sneered, and the young man's movements were slower than those of the ants in his eyes.

Seeing Wang Shuyue crushing the yellow talisman, the Douzhuan Star Wheel escaped, turning in reverse, and time flowed backwards.

Wang Shuyue saw the city with lights on, but her eyes turned dark. She actually returned to Morakshasa, holding an intact teleportation talisman in her hand.

This time, Morasha was not in the mood to continue playing with her. When her fingertips moved, the yellow talisman was spontaneously ignited and destroyed, and Wang Shuyue's hands were empty.

Seeing the small cosmic phantom hovering above Morasha’s head, Wang Shuyue understood and time turned around.

"Douzhuanxing Wheel?" she asked uncertainly.

"You are aware of the goods." Morasha took the magic weapon, and a cell phone was added in her hand. She lit up the screen and directly hit her in front of her, and asked in a gloomy tone:

"Since you know so much, then tell me, who is yours?!"

The moment when Morashaka took out his copycat phone, Wang Shuyue had a bad premonition.

When I caught a glimpse of the screensaver drawings of my aunt's beautiful back, the aura of despair instantly enveloped her.
Chapter completed!