Just when Si Yuan and Sang Fu were fighting and contending, they suddenly felt a majestic Yin Qi approaching this place.
"The King of Hell is here." Sang Fu's expression changed slightly and he retracted his hand.
Although the ghost kings from all over the world compete for territory, without exception, they all have deep resentments against the underworld that has suppressed them for many years. Therefore, as soon as the people from the underworld appear, they will all turn against the underworld.
Sang Fu thought he was sincere by holding back first, and wanted to invite Si Yuan to deal with the King of Hell together. However, what he didn't expect was that the Mo Dao in Si Yuan's hand was still mercilessly slashing at him.
Sang Fu was thrown away by the Yin Qi brought by Mo Dao, and fell to the ground in a mess. He jumped up and down in anger: "Si Yuan, you don't follow martial ethics!"
The evil energy in his hand turned into an axe, and he was about to strike at Si Yuan with the axe, but Si Yuan had already held Shi Ling in his arms and turned into a stream of light and left the place.
Black and White Wujian chased after him.
At the same time, Bai Wuchang did not forget to use the special smartphone for the underworld to open a shared location for King Yama.
Si Yuan left the southern ghost realm in a blink of an eye and arrived at the junction of Yin and Yang.
Further ahead is the Northern Ghostland.
Fortunately, at this time, King Yama appeared in front of Si Yuan, wearing a crown, a ruffled lapel, wide-sleeved robe, and boots, with a hundred thousand Yin soldiers.
After Yama stood still, he stuffed his cell phone into his sleeve. He also straightened his collar and covered up the clothes of a Meituan delivery rider under his robe.
The corners of their mouths twitched when they saw the black and white impermanence.
The King of Hell stopped running online ride-hailing services and delivered food instead?
The King of Hell has a fair and handsome face, and he wears official uniform without being angry or intimidating. However, when he opens his mouth, he speaks like a rough man with a Northeastern accent: "Ghost King Siyuan, don't make trouble for me. She's not dead yet. Give it to me." Go back to the earth."
As he said this, he took out the new mobile phone he bought in Yangjian and took a look at it. Seeing that the delivery time was almost here, he became even more impatient: "Oh my God, the order has been pushed."
Seeing that Si Yuan still didn't let go, he immediately reached out to snatch Shi Ling from his arms.
However, the figures of the two people disappeared from where they were.
Si Yuan took Shi Ling back to the Yang Realm.
The King of Hell narrowed his eyes slightly, sent back one hundred thousand Yin soldiers, and returned to the Yang world with Black and White Wuchang.
In Happy Valley, thousands of people were still partying.
The carousel rotates melodiously with the light music and the laughter of children, with swaying lights and colorful colors.
The pink Ferris wheel rotates around and around like a gear of time reflected on the sky. What was once a foreign land is now a prosperous city, and the vegetation of the world has been reincarnated for hundreds of years.
Si Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping girl in his arms, his lonely eyes filled with longing that had gone through the abyss of years.
He gently stroked Shi Ling's eyebrows with his fingertips, couldn't help but close his eyes and leaned closer to her face.
"What is he doing?"
The King of Hell folded his sleeves and furrowed his brows.
"I guess it's another one who's just looking for sex!"
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Bai Wuchang realized that his accent had been assimilated by the King of Hell.
Hei Wuchang walked toward Si Yuan with a solemn expression, waving the mourning stick. If he dared to pass, he would knock the mourning stick on the forehead of the northern ghost king.
However, at this moment, Shi Ling's eyelashes in Si Yuan's arms trembled slightly and he slowly opened his eyes.
Shi Ling's sleepy eyes vaguely saw the familiar stern face and the moon-filled frosty eyes, and murmured: "Depressed?"
Si Yuan felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured down on him, and all his crazy thoughts were restrained by reason at this moment. (End of chapter)
