Little Mr. is one hundred years old

Eighteen layers of hell——

The first layer: tongue-pulling hell.

Tier [-]: Scissor Hell.

The third floor: Iron tree hell.

Fourth floor: Mirror Hell.

Fifth Floor: Steamer Hell.

The sixth floor: the copper pillar hell.

The seventh floor: The Hell of Knife Mountain.

Eighth floor: Iceberg hell.

Ninth layer: oil pan hell.

The tenth floor: Niu Pit Hell.

No.11 layer: stone pressure hell.

No.12 layer: Mortar Hell.

No.13 layer: blood pool hell.

No.14 floor: Hell of death in vain.

No. 15th floor: Punishment Hell.

No.16 layer: volcanic hell.

No.17 layer: Stone grinding hell.

No.18 layer: Saw hell.

Each level of hell is prepared for ghosts who have committed different crimes. There are also evil spirits who have been punished for several crimes in different hells one after another. However, there are very few who have experienced all hell from the first level to No. It is even more unimaginable to be able to sustain it in the end.

The Copper Pillar of the Copper Pillar Hell, the Knife Mountain of the Knife Mountain Hell, the Oil Pot of the Oil Pan Hell, and Ling Chi of the Punishment Hell... When the volcano was lowered, Zhongqi once thought that he would perish, but in the end he persisted. He thought of Qing Huan, and thought that before he saw him, he gritted his teeth to hold on. Behind the volcano was a stone mill, and then a saw...

Holding that belief, Shigeha came out from the No.18 hell.The wrath of Hades also turned into helplessness at that moment.

He left the underground palace, walked here step by step, and then saw Qing Huan——when their bodies touched, the patience he had been holding before reached the limit, he could no longer control his body, and his consciousness also faded away... …

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Qing Huan sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the pale Chongqie who was lying on the bed—he locked Chongqie's soul with a soul-fixing needle, so that his soul would not leave his body, but he could not wake him up immediately.

He didn't know what happened to Zhongqie, but it must be unimaginable for Bai Wuchang to get to this point...

When Zhong Ke collapsed on him, he almost thought that he was really going to disappear and leave his side. At that time, his whole body was cold, and he didn't want to experience that feeling of fear again.

At this time, the door was pushed open, although there was no sound of footsteps, but he knew by breath that it was Long Zhao.

Long Zhao looked at Qing Huan who was holding the human hand on the bed with his back turned to him, although he felt unhappy, but at this moment he had to estimate Qing Huan's mood——

"I caught a ghost messenger on duty, and I found out what happened before." Long Zhao leaned against the wall, folded his hands on his chest, and said slowly: "He himself pleaded guilty to the king of Hades, saying that he would leave the underground palace and stay in the world. The son was furious and told him that as long as he passed through the eighteen layers of hell, he would be released from there."

Hearing the [-]th level of hell, Qing Huan couldn't help tightening his hand holding the heavy egg—he himself had been in the underground palace for many years, so he didn't know what the [-]th level of hell represented. Hell, but none of them can come out completely - the [-] levels of hell punished by the underground palace are more severe than the [-] levels of hell for general fooling around, and the punishment is nearly ten times that of...

Qing Huan can't imagine at all what Zhongjia had experienced before that when she appeared in front of her... When she was laughing and laughing with other people, Chongjia's departure...

"You say, this guy is also stupid. He went to ask for some crimes. He didn't know how to adapt. If he met with strength, can he not be angry?" Long Zhao said again: "However, he is also capable. I heard that the [-]th level of hell is so powerful that he can escape from there completely, tsk tsk..."

"You go out." Qing Huan said.

Hearing Qing Huan's indifferent voice, Long Zhao frowned, and said, "I know you don't like to listen to what I say, but I'm not wrong. You are easy to soften your heart, and seeing him like this now makes you feel uncomfortable... Actually You don't have to blame yourself, it's just his choice, it has nothing to do with you..."

Qing Huan looked back at him, and said expressionlessly, "Are you comforting me?"

Long Zhao coughed dryly, and said, "I'm just telling the truth... I don't want to see you feel ashamed because he went to the [-]th hell, and you are special to him... It's not only him who can, if it were me, then What can eighteen levels of hell do to me?" He resumed his usual arrogant tone.

Qing Huan looked at Long Zhao, and sighed after a while: "Okay, I'm fine here, you don't have to keep guarding me, you should pay more attention to Jiujiu."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Long Zhao turned and walked out, and helped Qing Huan close the door.

Qing Huan looked at Chong Qie on the bed, and murmured: "Chong Qia...you wake up quickly, you...must wake up...I'm waiting for you, Chong Qia...as long as you wake up, Chong Qia... Did you hear... don't forget what you said, you said that no matter what, you will stay by my side... heavy eggplant...you wake up, I...need you..."

Qing Huan held Chong Kee's hand, put it on his lips, and kissed it almost reverently, he closed his eyes, the transparent liquid overflowed from the corner of his eyes, flowed down, landed on Chong Kee's hand, and disappeared.

Sensing the movement of the hand she was holding, Qing Huan suddenly opened her eyes, and met a pair of slender eyes like ink——

"Is what you just said... true?"

His voice was extremely hoarse, but to Qing Huan, it was like a holy voice.

"It's true," Qing Huan stared at him, repeating what she said just now: "Chongjiao, I need you, you stay by my side... okay?"

Zhong Ke smiled weakly, "Okay..."

Qing Huan held his hand tightly: "You don't know...how scared I was when I saw you fall..."

"You said..." Chong Ke swallowed, "You're afraid..."

"Yes, I'm afraid..." Qing Huan touched his face: "Chongjiao, I can't lose you..."

Chong Ke felt his eyes and nose sore: "I... very happy..."

Everything has been hugged back, and everything is worth it.

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"Hey, kid, why has your father called so many these days?" Zhong Li patted the head of Jiujiu who was sitting on the sofa and concentrating on watching cartoons.

Jiujiu stroked his head, looked back at Zhong Li, and flattened his lips: "How do I know... If you want to know, you can ask Dad yourself."

Zhong Li raised his eyebrows and squeezed Jiujiu's tender face: "Little rascal, you are getting more and more courageous, you dare to confront me?"

"I'm telling the truth." Jiujiu was aggrieved by his strength, "What Dad does is an adult's job. I am a child and I don't understand anything."

"You don't understand?" Ji Zhiqiu walked over and snorted coldly: "Before, when you were a spy for your father, how did you understand?"

Jiujiu is now surrounded by two "people". He hugged the pillow and shrank to the other side of the sofa, but met M who was sitting on the other side. It's agreed to be on one side, can't cross the line? Also, I don't like being bumped into me..."

This time, it became three "people"—Jiujiu looked left and right, and felt that the current situation was seriously unfavorable to him. He hugged the pillow and jumped off the sofa. He didn't even wear shoes, so he kicked and kicked ran to Qing Huan who was on the phone on the balcony——

Seeing Jiujiu hugging Qinghuan's thigh, Ji Zhiqiu curled his lips: "Is that kid going to sue?"

"That brat, he has the virtue of bullying and fearing the hard, so it's no wonder he didn't complain." Zhong Li said casually, taking a bite of the apple in his hand.

"The little guy doesn't look like Mr. Bai's son at all." M propped his chin, looking at Qing Huan, who was bathed in the sun and dressed in white clothes, looked extremely holy, and licked his lips—how do you think, Mr. Bai, really delicious.

"If you don't come, you won't be like Huan," Zhong Li said, "He is the son of that dragon."

Ji Zhiqiu rubbed his chin: "But that brat is not like that dragon."

"Why doesn't it look like that?" Zhong Li squinted at him: "You are young, you have the same appearance on the outside, the same on the back, and your stomach is dark, and you have won the true inheritance of that bastard."

Ji Zhiqiu nodded approvingly: "That's true."

Poor Jiujiu, just like that.

M's silver gray eyes wandered between Zhong Li and Ji Zhiqiu, and then he said eccentrically, "I don't know when, you two formed an alliance."

"Alliance? Me and this trash human?" Zhong Li looked disgusted.

Ji Zhiqiu clenched his fists, "Squinting his eyes: "Don't confuse me with this coquettish, pretending idiot. "

The rare joint venting of anger was disintegrated because of one sentence-so, the two of them, the sentence "There is no permanent enemy, there is no permanent friend" does not apply, because they repeat it at any time, and they don't know when Just killed the other party.

Zhong Li and Ji Zhiqiu's eyes met, sparks flew everywhere, and they were about to catch fire, but soon they turned their eyes away, turned and walked in different directions.

Seeing this scene, M twitched the corners of his mouth.

"Tsk tsk, I thought there was a good show, tsk tsk." It was Gu Yuehua who just came down from upstairs who sighed regretfully.

M and Gu Yuehua looked at each other, then each felt bored, and looked away——

People with similar attributes are born to repel each other.