Fast Transmigration Boss is a male god harvester

Chapter 169 The Boy Who Made a Wish at Christmas (37)
Everyone lowered their heads a little, not daring to look directly at the present scene, because the son of King Yama who was so famous back then was gone, and the power that could compete with Hades also disappeared.

"Congratulations on the return of Hades, congratulations to my king on eradicating traitors and maintaining peace in the underworld..."

It sounded in unison, repeating over and over again, as if holding a grand and solemn ceremony.

At this time, the man standing under the gaze didn't even have time to respond to these subordinates. He was wrapped in layers of flames and disappeared in place.

Only the messy underworld and a group of ghosts stared at each other, asking each other where did their Hades go?Why did it suddenly disappear as if there was something urgent.

Shen Chiyou was holding the leather tube at this time, and the faucet had been turned to the maximum. At the moment the door was opened, he targeted the brown puff of smoke in Ji Qingluo's hand.

Ji Qingluo didn't expect such an incident at all, and was sprayed with water all over his body by surprise, his delicate makeup became messy, like a drowned rat.

Then came her full of anger.

"Shen Chiyou!!!" She shouted word by word.

Deafening.

At this time, Shen Chiyou stared at the most lethal thing in her hand, and responded casually, "Well, my ears are deaf." She saw that the black thing in Ji Qingluo's hand lost its original shape for a short time, In just a few seconds, there was a tendency to condense together again.

Shen Chiyou pointed the leather tube at Ji Qingluo and sprayed wildly. When she couldn't open her eyes, she ran forward. As she got closer, the water hit her body even more. Ji Qingluo Luo was completely angry.

She raised her hand, as if she wanted to hit Shen Chiyou with the black mist in her hand.

Shen Chiyou grabbed her wrist before she had time to move it, and stopped her movement, but seeing how strong Ji Qingluo was, she couldn't hold it back.

Shen Chiyou had already given up one hand to prevent the cloud of smoke from facing him, dropped the rubber tube in his hand, and grabbed the hand with the deadly thing with both hands.

Sensing her intentions, Ji Qing Luoye tried to break free from her, and started kicking Shen Chiyou's stomach with her knees when she couldn't move.

That force was not small, Shen Chiyou let out a muffled snort, his entire forehead wrinkled in pain, and cold sweat dripped out.

But I don’t dare to let go of my hands, if the palms are on my own, I’m afraid I’ll have to use them too often, 400 vitality points, my flesh hurts!
Thinking about the strange Chi You, he felt that he could do it. If he could, he would have the rest. He was so poor, he couldn't be extravagant and wasteful, and he just went out with that huge sum of money. It was not easy to earn points!
[…] The system that detects the host’s inner thoughts at this time can only be the expression of the old man on the bus looking at his phone...

She twisted Ji Qingluo's palm to face Ji Qingluo herself, but she didn't expect Ji Qingluo's knee to be used with both hands, and as soon as Shen Chiyou's hand gave strength, the palm was vaguely about to face her again.

She couldn't help but backed up step by step, until her back touched something, and she couldn't retreat.

There are already windows behind her, and there is no way.

Ji Qingluo smiled complacently, raised his knee and kicked again, Shen Chiyou couldn't avoid it, he could only endure it alive.

"Tear—" Shen Chiyou felt that his hands were shaking.

But still struggling for the last time, she leaned back, and the center of her body also leaned back. At this time, she was very fortunate that the original owner had no screens on the window, and she usually didn't close it to let the oily smoke out because of cooking.

(End of this chapter)