dead child, ghost carrying coffin

When he was in the Underground Palace of the Dead, Qiongshen had seen Baye Chang's loyal protection of the lord who sacrificed his life, so it was not surprising.

"Hehehe, lowly Tengba hybrid, who do you think you are? The ancestor of Ba Snake who died and turned into hills?"

"Don't say you are not, even if Ba Snake is in front of me now, I have no fear!"

Qiongshen stretched out a hand while uttering wild words to receive Chang Baye's attack.

After the hand was raised high, it immediately turned into dozens of tentacles of flesh and blood that were as thick as hemp rope, swarming towards the big tail.

The moment the mace met these tentacles, it made a dull sound like a sledgehammer hitting a tire.

At the same time, a huge counter-shock force pushed Chang Baye backwards for more than ten meters.

On the other hand, Qiongshen was miserable: under the carelessness of the enemy, the whole right arm was shaken into a blood mist.

With the screams, he hurriedly "melted" his whole body into a puddle of fleshy paste, and then quickly writhed back into a human form.

Although the right arm immediately returned to its original state, the blood on the body was obviously lighter.

In the words of someone Chen, "I beat the blood monkey to anemia again..."

Qiong Shen couldn't help being shocked and angry when he was so severely injured in a face-to-face meeting.

"Mixed blood beast, how dare you hurt me!"

"You are the same as the bitter vine tribe who betrayed the god, you should all die! You should all be burned in the scorching hellfire day and night!"

Once some things are looking for death, it is really impossible to stop them.

For example, the current Joan God.

You mentioned the bitter vine tribe, but you still put them in the fire to be calcined.

How could this not irritate Wuxin's other personality - Ghost Buddha Faceless.

"Jie Jie Jie Jie, the Buddha does not cross the bitter vine, the seat of the vine comes to cross it."

"Bastard, are you provoking the killing heart of this devil?!"

There was a sinister wind amidst the strange laughter, and at some point, Xiao Wuxin had put the bone mask that Hua Jiunan had just given him on her face.

The full moon above the head was instantly replaced by a black hole, and the Buddha of Tears hung high under the black hole.

Upon closer inspection, the Buddha of Tears actually had the same bone mask on his face.

The Buddha and the dead bones are one body, which looks even more weird and mysterious.

The blood-stained letter is like an extremely bloodthirsty ghost, flying up and down around the ghost Buddha.

The Nightmare Lord made his official debut for the first time.

Reluctantly holding back his temper before making a move, he bowed and said to Hua Jiunan.

"Brother, this little monk promised to protect the Kuteng tribe, now this beast offends me, I really deserve to die!"

If Faceless said anything else, Hua Jiunan would agree without hesitation.

Even if you want the stars and the moon, Hua Jiunan will find a way to get it... Find a way to ask the third uncle to get it...

But to kill...

Hua Jiunan understands Wuxin best, he is a simple and kind little guy, but Faceless is just a way for him to escape from himself.

Similar to our self-deception: the killing was not done by the monk, but by the faceless...

But in fact, Xiao Wuxin knew what he had done in his heart.

Therefore, every killing is extremely painful for Wuxin.

The kind of regret and torment in my heart, waking up and tossing and turning in dreams day and night, is really not enough to explain to outsiders.

Last time, I didn't want to face myself because I killed too much, so I fell into the devil world.

Still the same sentence, Hua Jiunan has always regarded Xiao Wuxin as a younger brother, a younger brother who needs him all the time, not a fighting machine.

After thinking up to this point, Hua Jiunan didn't speak first, but reached out and gently took off the skull mask on the faceless face.

"Brother, when I sent you off, my brother forgot to wipe it, it was a little dirty."

"Look, it's all dust."

If someone else did this, the ghost Buddha would have rushed to bite his aorta.

But what he was facing was his elder brother, the Buddha in his heart.

"Brother, you..."

After the visor was taken off, Faceless hurriedly wanted to cover his face with his hands.

Unintentional mistake, no face to see the Buddha...

Looking at Wumian's originally handsome and fair face, now that the black magic lines appear and disappear, Hua Jiunan feels even more distressed.

The voice is also softer.

"Brother, I'm telling you: Brother can wipe off the dust on your mask for you, but you can only rely on yourself to remove the dust from your heart."

"Dust in my heart?" Hearing this sentence full of Buddhist etiquette, Ghost Buddha Faceless immediately showed a thoughtful expression.

The body also shrunk rapidly, turning into that baby fat, somewhat shy little monk.

However, Hua Jiu couldn't allow him to think too much, so he spoke again.

"You promised to protect the Kuvine tribe forever?"

Ghost Buddha nodded subconsciously.

"Well, Xiao, Xiaoseng made decisions without my brother's consent. Is it Meng Lang... Please don't be angry, brother."

In front of her elder brother, Wuxin is the second demon lord. He is clearly a child who worries about gains and losses and needs constant care from his parents.

How could Hua Jiu blame Wuxin, let alone blame this child with low self-esteem.

Still laughing, smiling more gently.

But looking at Qiongshen's gaze was as cold as a knife.

"You can do whatever you want, how can brother be angry."

"Hey, play with Baye for a while, brother will help you fulfill your promise!"