Chapter 152 Black Mountain Old Demon VS Purdue Cihang

It rained heavily, and Qin Hui held an oil umbrella and looked at Zuo Qianhu with an indifferent face beside him.

"A thousand children, all of whom you personally ordered to be captured by the city guards! No matter how good you say, after today, your reputation will stink. For the reputation of this emperor, you would rather bear this ancient curse! Is it worth it?"

Zuo Qianhu looked at thousands of children surrounded, thought about it, and said indifferently, "It's worthless. My Zuo Ling's reputation is not important. If one of me dies, there will be countless more. But your majesty is different. If your majesty's reputation is bad, there will be no hope for this country.

Looking at Zuo Qianhu, who was soaked all over, Qin Hui laughed and said, "Hope! Ha ha, that Zhu Yuming is not a fuel-efficient lamp. This matter is thankless. If it really provokes public anger, do you think he will firmly protect you?

The rain kept falling on Zuo Qianhu, but he didn't care once. Because he knew that Qin Hui was telling the truth, as long as the storm subsided, in order to give everyone an explanation, he could only be the abandoned car. And he also understands that at the end of this heavy rain, it may be the end of his life.

Gently stretched out his hand and looked at the raindrops dripping in his hand. Zuo Qianhu's mouth rose slightly, as if he remembered something happy.

Looking at Zuo Qianhu's appearance, Qin Hui was a little strange, because this was Qin Hui, the first time he saw him laughing.

Qin Hui pointed to the children who were crying and shouting the word mother in the field and said, "You are a martial artist. You should die at the hands of the stronger, not die in such an unclear way!" Zuo Qianhu, you shouldn't interfere in this matter. That Zhu Yuming is not worth it!"

Zuo Qianhu heard this and shook his head and said, "Your Majesty has taken me well, and your Majesty's affairs are not something that I, as a minister, can discuss. I have no intention of living since I accepted this task. As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell!"

Listening to Zuo Qianhu's words, Qin Hui took out two jars of old wine from the space.

"I like to play with masters the most. If you die, you will die in my hands. You know, we haven't really had a fight yet! Those executioners will only insult your identity.

After listening to Qin Hui's words, Zuo Qianhu turned his head and stared at him deeply.

"Hahaha, ha ha ha!" Zuo Qianhu laughed and took over the wine handed over by Qin Hui.

Zuo Qianhu opened the mud seal on the wine jar, and then bumped into the wine jar in Qin Hui's hand and said, "Okay, your skills are still on me. If I can die in your hands, I can also close my eyes! And I have no children, and no one will be sad for me as a butcher.

Qin Hui looked deeply at Zuo Qianhu, and then the two picked up the wine jar and took a big sip.

Just when the two were silent, a soldier ran over, knelt on one knee in the rain and said, "Your Excellency, my subordinates have been inventoryed, a thousand children, not less than one."

"Bang!" Zuo Qianhu threw down the wine jar in his hand, and then a whole collar and said to Qin Hui with a fist: "Lord Qin, please."

Qin Hui listened and threw the invitation in her hand to the top of the child.

The invitation letter above the children's heads sent out a red light, shining these children inside. In the red light of the invitation, with a scream, countless arms stretched out from the ground and grabbed the children.

"Woo-woo, woo! Mom, I want mom!"

"Mom, save me! Mom, save me!"

The children covered by red light looked at the arms stretched out from the ground, some screamed, some cried, and some fainted.

There are too many arms stretched out from the ground, so no matter how these children avoid and struggle. In this small red aperture, you can't escape the arrest of these arms.

Look at the children who were crying and being dragged into the ground. Zuo Qianhu's cold eyes still showed a trace of intolerance.

With the continuous arrest of the arm, when the last child disappeared on the ground, a dull and joyful voice suddenly came out of the aperture.

"In the world! This is the taste of the world! Hahahaha! My Montenegrins are back again! I'm back again!" With the loud laughter, the ground slowly cracked a big crack. In the seam of the ground, two thick skull arms stretched out from it.

"Haha, my good nephew, your uncle, I'm here!" As soon as the voice fell, the person in the seam of the ground turned into a huge skeleton wearing a golden crown and a robe. The old black demon in A Chinese Ghost Story is the image of a skeleton and is one of the four ghost kings in the city.

"Auncle, you have such honor! This is too ugly! Can you look like me, my aunts?" Qin Hui looked at the skeleton shelf in front of him and couldn't figure out why the old Montenegrin demon was used to marry so many concubines like this.

"Is it by hand!" Qin Hui looked at the long bone finger of the old black demon and thought maliciously.

After hearing Qin Hui say that he was ugly, the old demon of Montenegro looked at himself and said unhappily, "You bastard, how can you talk to your uncle!" After complaining, the old demon of Montenegro laughed again and said, "But as the saying goes, thick willow dustpan and thin willow bucket. Who in the world thinks men are ugly!"

Qin Hui shook her head helplessly, then pointed to the sky and said, "Uncle, you have to avenge me when you come out this time!" The golden dragon turned into Pudu Cihang, relying on his whole body to be invulnerable, chased me like a rabbit driven by a dog.

The old demon of Montenegro listened, moved his bones and said, "Haha, well, I haven't eaten dragon meat for so many years!" I'm going to meet him and see what he can do. How dare he chase my nephew!"

"Non, wait for your uncle's good news, uncle is gone." With a loud shout, the old black man stood up to the sky with his robe in his hand.

"Wow! Why did you become Batman!" Looking at the flying posture of the old demon of Montenegro, Qin Hui couldn't help showing an expression that she couldn't bear to watch.

"What's flying up!" Looking at the old Montenegrin demon who came in front of him, Pudu Cihang, who was calling for wind and rain, stopped his movements and raised his voice and said, "What a heavy yin! Who are you?"

Looking at the golden dragon in front of him, the old demon of Montenegro laughed and said, "I'm your Montenegrin master, and you little dragon dare to hurt my nephew!" I will take you to hell, so that you will live forever and suffer in vain!"

"You are an old Montenegrin demon!" Pudu Cihang's face also changed when he heard this. Because this old demon of Montenegro is famous, when he entered the hell as the king, he was the devil of the hegemony. After being recruited by the hell, his mana increased greatly. And often on April 7th, when the ghost door is closed, it comes out to absorb people's souls. Even the Lanruo Temple, a famous Buddhist temple, was quickly destroyed by it.

Thinking of the name of the old demon of Montenegro, Pudu Cihang was a little uncertain, because in his mind, even if he had just turned into a golden dragon, he was not sure that he could defeat this and was a veteran ghost king who had been free for thousands of years.

"Why did you and I come to trouble me if the well water doesn't violate the river water?" Pudu Cihang was in the air and roared loudly.

The old demon of Montenegro looked at Jinlong's cautious appearance. Although he showed a complaed look, he still said bluntly, "You are chasing my nephew to death. As an uncle, I, don't ask for an explanation for him, how can I be worthy of my miserable sister!"

Pudu Cihang turned into a monk and put his hands together; "Your nephew! I think you made a mistake! I've never been to hell. I don't know your nephew at all. How can I chase him?"

The old demon of Montenegro pointed down and roared; "Nonsense! My nephew is down there, and you dare to lie to me! I must take you to hell!"

Pudu Cihang followed the fingers of the old black demon and saw a person waving to himself underneath.

Looking at Pudu Cihang's eyes, Qin Hui laughed and said, "Old centipede, have you had lunch?"

After seeing Qin Hui below, Pudu Cihang took a deep breath and nodded, "In this case, it seems that we are not negotiable!"

"Haha, come on, let me see what means you have!" After saying that, the old demon of Montenegro clenched his fist and made a sound of Kabakaba.

The rain keeps, the wind doesn't stop, and the war is imminent.