When I woke up, I became the King of Hades

"Don't force me to do it." Yang Yi warned.

After hearing this, Hanada became even more annoyed. It's not sure who can beat who.

Clenching his fists, Hua Tian said: "Hands are just itchy, come today to scratch it."

Yang Yi snorted coldly, the anger that had been suppressed for a hundred years just didn't go out, and today he vented it on Huatian.

"Your uncle Huatian." He forced Jianjian to swear, struggling to beg Wei Zhi.

"Xiao Jianjian, let's stay here honestly, don't go forward and give away the head." Wei Zhi tied Jianjian's arms and advised, "Huantian can't die, at most, he will take a few stabs."

"Why don't you go forward and get stabbed a few times." Wei Zhi, who was also stubborn, had nothing to say.

"Stay here honestly." Wei Zhi pressed Jian Jian's shoulder, and said, "I'll go and pull Master Hua back."

Regardless, Wei Zhi plunged into the crowd.

Jian Jian stood on the outside and watched, and Yang Yi played one-on-two.

"Oh, a few more are useless." Yang Yi pulled out a bronze sword from behind.

Under the scorching light above the head, the bronze sword shone with a faint green light, which made everyone close their eyes and regain their senses.

Feeling a sharp pain in his eyes, Hanada covered his eyes and backed away.

Opening his eyes again, a sharp blade came towards him, and Yang Yi leaped towards the flower field.

Hua Tian withdrew, unable to react in time, the blade slashed across his left arm, and blood gushed out.

"My lord, are you alright?" Wei Zhi stepped forward to check.

Hua Tianwu raised his eyes and stared at Yang Yi, and actually made a move.

"Kianjian, give me the Guardian Spirit Sword." Huatian was furious and shouted in the direction of Jianjian.

Because of Hua Tian's fight, Jian Jian was already upset. When he heard that he was about to activate the spirit guard sword again, he pushed aside the crowd and shouted back: "Come here."

After Jianjian roared, Hanada regained some sense and walked towards Jianjian.

"Where to go!" Yang Yi's eyes were red, he refused to let Huatian go, rushed forward, and continued to entangle with Huatian.

"Wei Zhi, you go up!" Jianjian commanded from a distance, helping Huatian get away.

Wei Zhi held Sanxue in his hands and pulled them out together, Sanxue appeared in the world at the same time, which is rare in the world.

Holding a knife in each hand, with snow in his mouth, Wei Zhi's eyes were burning, and only Yang Yi was in his eyes.

Moving quickly, Sanxue clashed with the bronze sword, and the sword danced wildly. Everyone was lost in thought. The duel between the two artifacts was wonderful!

In front of Jianjian who came to Huatian resentfully, he was about to be scolded again.

"Are you still fighting?" Jianjian tore off his robe, pulled out a piece of cloth, and bandaged Huatian's wound.

Wounds can heal, but it takes time.

Hua Tian obediently shook his head and said, "I was wrong."

"It's not that you're wrong, the key is how to deal with him." Jian Jian bowed his head at Yang Yi.

Looking at this posture, Yang Yi can't stop fighting for a while.

The fight I made an appointment with had to be finished while kneeling.

Huatian asked Jianjian again: "Give me the guardian spirit sword, stop Yang Yi, and I will give it back to you"

Jian Jian sighed and stared at the flower field, if life and death were equally divided, Jian Jian would be willing to push more students to the flower field.

After thinking for a while, Jianjian suddenly remembered something, and groped Huatian's body up and down.

Hanada opened his arms, let Jianjian search, and looked at him quietly.

After touching a few, Jianjian took out a cloth bag of tips from Huatian's waist.

"This is..." Huatian thought for a while, and then suddenly thought, "The bag from Po Meng."

"Open it and have a look." Jianjian handed the kit to Huatian.

Huatian squeezed the kit, and there was a hard object bulging inside.

Gently pull the string, and the long-forgotten kit reveals its face.

Huatian carefully took out the hard object in the bag, revealing a delicate blue bead hairpin, and the beads dotted on both sides shook slightly, like a butterfly about to take off.

"This is?" Huatian held the pearl hairpin and inspected it carefully, except for the exquisiteness, there is no other difference in the pearl hairpin.

"Why did the mother-in-law put her pearl hairpin in there? Did she put it wrong?" Huatian looked at Jianjian and asked.

"Grandmother has never worn a pearl hairpin." Jianjian took the pearl hairpin from Hua Tian, ​​studied it, and said, "Look at this style, it should be worn by young women, not my mother-in-law's."

The two looked at each other.

"How about you wear it on your head and walk around in front of Yang Yi." Jian Jian suggested.

Hua Tian hesitated, this little hairpin damaged his heroic image.

"Stop talking, go quickly." Jianjian tiptoed to put the pearl hairpin on Huatian, and said, "It's pretty pretty."

Hua Tian pouted, covered his head, squeezed out of the crowd, and reluctantly stood in front of Yang Yi.

The joining of Huatian diverted Yang Yi's attention, he withdrew from the battle with Wei Zhi, and quickly moved towards Huatian with his knife raised.

Huatian was ready to be chopped off, rolled his eyes and let go of his hand covering his forehead.

The bright blue and copper green reflected each other, the sword stopped in mid-air, slightly touching the bead hairpin, the beads on both sides waved up and down, constantly hitting the sword body.

There was silence for a while, leaving only a series of crisp crashing sounds.

Hanada squinted her eyes, inquiring about the situation in front of her.

A drop of filthy tear slid down his filthy cheek, and only shock remained on his face of laughing and cursing.

Stretching out a hand full of calluses, Yang Yi gently touched the delicate pearl hairpin, for fear that his rough hands would damage this delicate thing, Yang Yi would not shrink back.

"Where did this come from?" A hoarse whisper sounded, and Yang Yi stared at the pearl hairpin on Huatian's forehead without blinking.

"This is..." Huatian only prepared to be chopped off, Yang Yi's reaction Huatian had never thought about it, and he didn't know how to explain it.

Jianjian quietly came to Wei Zhi's side, and whispered in a low voice: "What are you waiting for, come on!"

Wei Zhi came behind Yang Yi, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, took out the snow ink and took a picture.

Knowing that Yang Yi's head was hard, Wei Zhi used [-]% of his strength.

When he fell down, Yang Yi still stared at Zhuchai intently.

Back in time to a hundred years ago, everything in the world has been turned into illusion, and only this dazzling blue light is left in front of my eyes.

"Su Tu..." He kept murmuring the long-lost name in his mouth, and if he fell down like this, everything would be relieved.

Watching Yang Yi fall, Huatian heaved a sigh of relief, unexpectedly, the little pearl hairpin overwhelmed the resolute God of War.

Huatian took off the pearl hairpin and rubbed it in his hand for a while, as if feeling the weight of a thousand pieces of gold.

Wei Zhi squatted down, confirmed that Yang Yi had fainted, and asked Huatian: "My lord, what should I do next?"

"Throw him down the mountain." Hanada ordered.

"Ah?" Wei Zhi was surprised and dared not move.

"Hehehe..." Hua Tian laughed loudly, "Just kidding, don't be so serious."

Wei Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, and followed Huatian, his heart being pounded from time to time.

Hua Tian circled around Yang Yi, thinking about how to figure out the secret of longevity.

Jianjian came to Yang Yi and reminded Huatian: "You forgot, I can enter the memory wheel."

"That's right!" Huatian slapped his head, saying that the impermanence of the underworld has the ability to crack memories.

Kaneken hasn't performed Wuchang's mission for a long time, and Hanada has forgotten about it.