Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Before the Minotaur had time to see clearly, the golden light had already pierced its eyes!

It panicked and subconsciously wanted to take action, but was choked by Su Qiao first.

In an instant, the surge of spiritual energy around her completely suppressed its power.

Fear finally showed in the Minotaur's eyes.

Being suppressed, unless the opponent's energy defeats it...

But how could a mystic master... be so strong? !

Then it saw clearly the Shadow Bearing Sword in Su Qiao's hand. The golden light covered the dark lines on the sword. That was...

The Minotaur was so shocked that the bull's eyes trembled.

"Lord Minotaur, please do me a favor. Can you let Xu Qinghuan go today?" Su Qiao said lazily. In the face of absolute power, the lazier she looked, the more she looked like a perverted threat.

So scary...

The Minotaur is very aware of the hand on its neck. If it wants to, it can easily crush its bull's head!

It trembled: "Okay..."

Su Qiao smiled slightly and let go: "Thank you very much."

Then, she kicked the Minotaur directly back into the ghost gate.

The other evil ghost soldiers were busy looking for their own severed hands and feet, and when they found them, they dug into the ghost gate. They were more frightened to see Su Qiao now than to see the King of Hell.

And Hei Wuchang, who had been hiding in the corner and clinging to life, planned to quietly retreat when he saw this.

However, when it turned its head, it saw Su Qiao's figure blocking the ghost door, looking at it with a smile.

"Lord Hei Wuchang, we meet again. We are so destined."

Hei Wuchang: "…………"

Obviously, bad luck.

It sighed resignedly, then lay down on the ground skillfully, breaking the jar and saying, "Come on, ravage me and torture me!"

Su Qiao: "..."

This is such a weird thing to say about tigers and wolves.

She kicked it in disgust: "Get up and talk about something that can be broadcast."

Hei Wuchang sat up reluctantly, "What else do you want to ask?"

Su Qiao glanced behind it and made sure that Xu Qinghuan and Xiao Siyan were both in the house. Then she lowered her voice and asked, "How is that Emperor Fengdu's temper?"

Hei Wuchang: "I don't know."

Su Qiao: "Then what does he like?"

Hei Wuchang shook his head: "I don't know."

Su Qiao: "Then he was seriously injured a thousand years ago. How is he recovering now?"

Hei Wuchang still shook his head: "I don't know."

It came back to its senses and stared at Su Qiao in disbelief, with a colorful and complex expression on its face: "...Why are you asking these questions? You don't want to have a fight with Emperor Fengdu, do you?"

Su Qiao rubbed the tip of her nose angrily, but did not deny it: "He wants to snatch my sister-in-law, so I can't watch, right? We can talk about it, but if it doesn't work out, then..."

Hei Wuchang suddenly stood up straight, his back as straight as a coffin board.

"Young people, don't fight those who kill." It advised earnestly, "Think about it, if you fight with Emperor Fengdu and lose, you will die on the spot, go to the underworld to report, and it will be under his control again; if you win, If I report to the underworld a hundred years later, you will still be under his control!"

Su Qiao touched her chin, "That makes sense..."

Hei Wuchang was very pleased: "That's right..."

Su Qiao thought seriously: "It seems that I can only solve the problem completely by beating him to pieces."

Hei Wuchang: "..."

Can anyone take care of this woman? ! !

Then another figure suddenly appeared in its mind.

Shen Xiujin’s figure…

Hei Wuchang's originally straight back collapsed in half on the spot.

Yes, that one was even more explosive back then.

I can't control it, I can't control it at all...

It lay down again, spread out like a dead black fish.

"One more thing." Su Qiao squatted next to it. The golden light of the Chengying Sword in his hand had faded, and it was a rusty and unremarkable copper coin sword.

Su Qiao poked the weeds on the ground with it and asked, "Do you know about the eyes of past lives?"

Hei Wuchang sat up and asked, "Are they the eyes of God?"

"Yes. If it enters a person's body and starts to devour that person's memory... is there any way to stop it?" Su Qiao looked up at it. Her throat felt dry for some reason, and the cold air that she had just walked through the ghost gate seemed to be still stuck in her throat. In eyes.

She lowered her head again and poked the ground with the tip of her sword.

"Just stop her from forgetting the most important person..." Su Qiao paused and took a step back, "Just remember the seventy-three years."

Shen Xiujin said that he wanted to grow old together with her and live a long life.

And he was seven years older than her, so she only had to live another seventy-three years, and when he died at the age of a hundred, she would go with him.

Just remember seventy-three years.

In fact, you can forget everything.

She will arrange everything before she forgets.

But her Ajin...

Always remember.

Otherwise, he will be very sad, very sad...

She is not willing.