dead child, ghost carrying coffin

After a moment of silence, Hei Yu suddenly thought of something and sighed.

"Your Majesty, after the final battle begins, how will Yu deal with herself?!"

Hearing the words of the final battle, Wang San couldn't help frowning with Wang San's mind of no wave.

"The most ruthless emperor's family!"

"Back then, Xiao Jiu was a branch. What he did caused all spirits to mourn and the world howled. I don't know how many rare and exotic beasts were completely extinct because of this!"

"That's why I have to kill him from generation to generation, but unfortunately I can only keep him alive..."

"The final battle... I don't want to involve Zhuzhao's lineage in this life, Yu Shenjun can make his own choice!"

Hei Yu didn't say much after hearing the words, and slowly backed out of the room.

Before closing the door, he said something softly.

"Feather will take over, I hope you will be in the sea!"

Seeing Hei Yu who turned into a little crow again and flew to the courtyard, Wang San smiled.

It's not because Hei Yu chose Hua Jiunan but not himself, and he was furious and hypocritical.

"Okay! I didn't expect that the world of mortals could really contaminate everything, even Lord Feather!"

"There is true love in the world!"

Having said this, Wang San paused for a moment, then changed into a wry smile.

"It's not just the Feather God, I'm the same!"

Looking through the house, after seeing the deaf mother-in-law, Wang Qianyue, and Hua Jiunan one by one, the supreme king took off his coarse cotton coat and lay down again.

"Xiao Jiu, grow up quickly!"

"I'm tired, really tired..."

The moment Wang San closed his eyes and fell asleep, it was like the sunset and the end of a busy day.

But just after lying down, the supreme king suddenly sat up again, his eyes pierced everything, looking thoughtfully at the deaf mother in another room.

After a while, Xiaoqianyue picked up the pencil left on the table next to her after studying, and walked around with the pen on the back of the used homework book.

The first page is impressively the general outline, which is divided into nine major items in turn, and detailed practice methods and matching mantras and handprints are recorded under each item.

They are: God Prayer Art, God Judgment Art, Divine Omen Art, Evil Execution Art, Ghost Driving Art, Talisman Witch Art, Witch Gu Art, Spiritual Summoning Art, and Blessing Art.

Wang San wrote very fast, before he knew it, several half pencils were used up.

He nodded in satisfaction when all the nine witchcraft secret techniques were recorded in a "book", and said softly.

"With this book in hand, and with the help of 'Wu Song', mother, she will definitely be able to advance to Liu Yu in a very short time."

After finishing speaking, Wang San threw the unusually simple Wuzhu ceremony into the air, and then disappeared immediately.

Only at this moment did the supreme king lie down contentedly again.

In the small courtyard outside, only Hua Jiunan, Chen Dage, Chang Baye and others were there.

The rest of the people took care of the wounded in their respective houses.

Everyone was pleasantly surprised to see Heiyu flying out intact.

"Brother Yu... Big Sister, are you all right?!"

Chen Daji habitually called out Brother Yu, but thinking of the majestic girl with the phoenix crown and xiapei, he hurriedly changed his words.

Heiyu circled around the heads of the crowd for a week, but in the end he still disliked Chen Daji's half-burnt hair and chose to fall on Xiao Wuxin's bald head.

Wuxin is an honest boy.

After Hei Yu stopped on his head, he didn't even dare to lower his head to quietly eat the spicy strips.

He knew that his little brain was already smooth, and Brother Chen Dage always liked to apply a layer of oily pomade on him, calling it antifreeze...

So lest I shake my head, the "bird donor" will slip from the top.

If she fell, Xiao Wuxin would feel very guilty.

I can only silently pray to the Buddha in my heart:

Namo Amitabha!

Blessed by the Buddha, the bird benefactor must stand firm...

Hei Yu didn't pay attention to Chen Dage, and only opened his mouth in the face of Hua Jiu's concerned and questioning eyes.

"My concern for Mr. Lao, Yu is all well."

"The white fox was also killed by the king... The white fox has another adventure, and it will definitely return to its original state in the future."

After speaking, Kuroba closed his eyes habitually, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

Even the head is like when we doze off in class, bit by bit.

It seemed that he would fall asleep at any time.

Feeling Heiyu's state, Xiao Wuxin was about to cry.

Her pink face was full of nervousness, and she was afraid of shaking, so she didn't even dare to speak.

He could only look at Hua Jiunan with his big watery eyes, which were full of pleading for help.

Hearing that everyone was out of danger, Hua Jiunan finally let go of his hanging heart.

Looking at Xiao Wuxin's pitiful appearance, he couldn't help loving him even more.

He immediately stretched out his hand and held Hei Yu onto his shoulder.

The little monk Wuxin, who finally escaped from the sea of ​​suffering, saluted Hua Jiunan with clasped hands.

"Namo Amitabha, my brother is merciful!"