"Is it almost time for my Lord to come back?" Meng Po just appeared directly in the judge's hall and slapped the table at Old Wu, staring at Old Wu, staring at his eyes and said excitedly: "Do we need to prepare too?"

After all, the underworld still needs a master. The underworld without a master is really awkward. Although the underworld has only been going to the human world for a few years, I always feel that I still have some reliance on what I do!

How could Mr. Wu, who didn't know his old friend's meaning, had no excitement at all. Instead, his eyes that had always been turbid were visible to the naked eye. He was afraid that his master's task would be difficult to complete.

"Hey!" Old Wu, who couldn't help but sigh heavily, seemed to flash in front of his eyes why the Hades had to go to the world to capture the monsters that escaped from the Netherworld Abyss. It was just a few reincarnations, and I don't know if his master's memory had been completely restored.

Mr. Wu, who sighed, sat down from the verdict table and said to Meng Po: "Ameng, how many reincarnations is this in Pluto?"

"Nine." Meng Po, who had just counted with her fingers, looked at Mr. Wu and said, "What are you asking about this? Isn't this normal?"

"No, right?" Meng Po shook her head and said, "The first eight generations of Pluto have no marriage line, and there should be no such thing in this world. Why did Pluto get married in the mortal world?"

"Yes!" Old Wu, who was carrying his hands, still looked at the blood moon in the underworld with a heart hanging down and said, "How could there be such a coincidence in this world?" The Patriarch had no marriage in the first eight years, and the monster did not appear. How could he have a marriage in this life? Why did he appear?

"Hey, I said Wu Kaixin, why do you always say half of your words? You said the sentence behind you!" Meng Po was unhappy and looked up at the Blood Moon that had not changed all year round as Mr. Wu's movements said: "What's so good about it? I haven't seen it change every day and night. I've been tired of seeing it for a long time."

"Yes, I'm tired of it." Wu Lao continued: "We are tired of staying here. What about the Lord who was once imprisoned in the abyss of the Netherworld forever? Who is it? Even we don't know, it seems that the underworld exists to imprison it!"

"Go, maybe even the King of Pluto doesn't know!" Meng Po looked at Mr. Wu disdainfully and said, "What? Do you know?"

"I don't know." Mr. Wu shook his head and said, "I was just wondering whether it was because the Lord who lived in the Netherworld Abyss that he left there because he was so bored?"

"Have you seen it?" Meng Po looked at Old Wu with a curiosity-seeking face and said, "Wu Kaixin, you have experienced it older than me. You have been with the Pluto the longest time. Have you ever seen it? You must have seen it, otherwise how could you know it was because of boredom? "

Meng Po, who became more and more suspicious, stared at Mr. Wu and said, "No, no, the Netherworld Hell is a place where even the Hades cannot step on the scriptures. How could you see it?"

"Ha, it's not too stupid." Old Wu, who sneered, put away his worry and glanced at Meng Po, then flashed and sat in the judge's position again. It's been thousands of years. If he hadn't escaped from Meng Po's hands, his butt would have never left this chair.

Unless his sins are redeemed, but what should he do after he atones for sin? The Lord once said right, if there is a reason for betrayal, then why is it called betrayal? Ha! After all, he and the Lord were punished.

Sometimes when Wu Kaixin condemns others for life and death, when he encounters betrayal, he can't help but think of himself. Wu Kaixin, Wu Kaixin is actually not happy. At that time, the Lord should still have its memory when he gave him this name.

"You, hey, we have worked together for so long, how can you say that to me?" Meng Po was unhappy. Isn't this person just because of his qualifications? What's the point in front of him?

Besides, let’s talk about her, Meng Po is also the lord of a village, okay? Humph! Meng Po, who glared at Mr. Wu, had no intention of not planning to answer, Mr. Wu replied, "Don’t tell me, the King of Pluto is coming back, are you unhappy?"

"Wu Kaixin, no happy!" Old Wu, who was muttering his name, still opened his extremely turbid eyes and looked at Meng Po, "How about to be in chaos?"

"Why don't you believe in my master?" Meng Po thought in admiration that when Xuanyuan Jimo was once in charge of the underworld, those great masters who had achieved enlightenment and saw the cycle of reincarnation in my master's hands obediently followed him to visit the Purit?

"I don't believe it." Old Wu, who shook his head, replied: "But if he really can come back, it would be a gratifying thing. After all, the underworld needs him."

"Go, buy me quickly, or I will tell my master what you said today!" Meng Po immediately grabbed Mr. Wu's words and said, "Hehe, Wu Kaixin, for a colleague's case, I will give you 15% off and add another two years to my Xilang's life?"

"He is not called Xilang in this life." Old Wu, who replied leisurely, continued to pick up the document and read it: "And this is also his ninth life! Jiang Nu."

"Oh!" Meng Po looked up at Xue Yue and said, "Anyway, I am now an official, what's wrong with asking for some benefits for me Xilang? Do you say you are giving it to me?" Meng Po's heart was suffocated and wiped the corners of her eyes habitually, but now she is a Taoist! A Taoist who has no tears!

"Give it!" Wu Kaixin, who simply drew a few strokes on the desk, didn't know why a person had such a deep obsession. He clearly hoped that Xilang would die in every life and came to Mengpozhuang quickly, but he quietly asked himself to add some life to that person in every life, hoping that he could live longer.

There is rumors about Mengpozhuang. Whenever Xilang comes, Mengpo, who has not personally earned Mengpo soup for a long time, always get up early to dress up, put on a red dress, cook a bowl of Mengpo soup himself, and handed the bowl of soup that I forgot my memory to her again and again. This hand was seven times.

The first time was handed over by the previous Meng Po, Liuli, who was punished in hell because she accidentally let a minion go.

"Thank you, Wu Kaixin." As a result of her satisfaction, Po Meng immediately said happily: "Wu Kaixin, I tell you that your name is not good, you can change it to 'Long-lasting happy'!"

"No." Old Man Wu, who replied quickly this time, waved his hand and sent Meng Po out of his hall without raising it, muttering to himself: "If this name really needs to be changed, it really has nothing to do with it."

Meng Po, who was also sent out of the judge's office, immediately restrained the smile on her face, looked at the ever-scarlet moon, which was forever red and perfect, and sneered sarcastically: "What kind of success is just your self-conception. The crescent moon is round every day. When can I, Meng Po, reunite with Xilang?"

Meng Po, who returned to her territory, looked at the several mountain ghosts whom Wenjiu asked her to take care of her, and couldn't help but sigh, "Is it not good to be a human? Do you have to become a ghost?" After saying that, Meng Po continued to supervise the ghost man under her command and was going to feed everyone to Meng Po soup.

The two of them discussed a cup of tea, but the priest here mobilized the last trace of spiritual power in his body and quickly pinched the magic formula. Without paying attention to the formation under his feet, he rushed to hit the magic formula into the Qingming platform of Wen Jiu's forehead.

In just a moment, the cat's eyes, which were originally dark and cold, obediently closed their eyes. When they tilted their heads, their heads were heavily resting on the palm of their hands that were about to stretch on their shoulders. Xuanyuan Jimo, whose arms moved slightly, looked darker, changed his posture, hugged Wenjiu horizontally, and looked at the priest and said, "This matter is rotten in his stomach!"

When the priest who originally wanted to threaten the old King of Hell heard this, he immediately looked up and looked at Xuanyuan Jimo deeply and said, "Of course I will protect my little disciple myself." To this point, the priest could not continue to deceive himself and tell himself that Wen Jiu is Si Mu's disciple and his disciple, because Wen Jiu is the one who grew up with him.

"What about me? I saw it too!" Youyou's voice came from a snow mist, like a breath of air conditioner that a person exhaled.

As the sound fell, a snow-white figure gradually appeared in front of several people. The bangs, exquisite blue tassel earrings, and a pair of extremely ordinary almond eyes were filled with the coldness of white snow.

This book is from Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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