In the Hall of the Ghost King, the lantern slave with blue face and fangs held a leaping blue flame in the hands.
Countless ghosts and monsters of various types lie dormant in a group, forming a large and majestic throne.
The ghost king sits in the front of the main hall, covered in snow white, an elegant man sits lightly on his head, his fingers are slender, and his eyebrows are exquisite like carved jade. Obviously incompatible with the surrounding environment.
The scene was very depressing, and the air was silent.
The cyan flame leaped, and the hall of Ying became more and more ghastly and ghostly.
The man's porcelain-white face was also hidden under a layer of blue light, and his facial features were clearly extinguished, making it difficult to see his emotions.
Cui Pan rushed into the hall, and saw the man who made him want to get rid of it quickly, sitting on his father's left hand, holding a tea cup in one hand, and slowly drinking tea in a leisurely manner, just like he had seen decades ago. , Aloof, pretentious!
"Liuguang!" Cui Pan almost burst out these two words from between his teeth, while blocking Yangxi behind him, "You dare to come to my underworld? If I dare not kill you again or what?! "
"Pan'er, no nonsense! This is the God of Glazed Light, who is coming to the underworld today..." The old ghost king hesitated and said somehow, his expression gloomy.
Liuguang put down the tea cup and said with a smile, "I came to pick up my wife, Yan Xi. Twenty years ago, she had some conflicts with me and ran away angry. And I had to retreat because of an old injury. Ten years, I have been taken care of by the king of labor ghosts, thank you!" He stood up and bowed, his lips pursed with a three-pointed smile.
"Yanxi is my wife! Luguang, if you want to take away Wuxi today, unless you pacify the underworld, let me see if you have that ability!" Cui Pan sneered, holding a blank palm, and suddenly turned into a phantom. The pitch-black long whip and the silent gunpowder have already started.
The old ghost king's anxious forehead sweated, "Pan'er, you—"
"Father, we people in the underworld are not afraid of things. If someone dares to trouble the underworld, this brazenly robbing my wife, if I endure it today, how can I rule the underworld in the future? It's better not to interfere in this matter, Father!"
"Heh," Liuguang spread his hands, stepped back two steps, and said with a smile: "Why does judge Cui seem to be so excited? Regarding men and women, I have always begged you to please me. You are here to call and kill. Why, Let's ask what the person thinks, Wuxi?"
He cried.
Yan Xi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and slowly walked out from behind Cui Pan.
Cui Pan said anxiously: "Xi!" He grabbed her fingertips and tried to prevent her from leaving.
Yan Xi smiled back, just as it did in the past, with the corners of her lips slightly hooked, like a spring breeze blowing on her face.
After that, he withdrew his hand without any hesitation, and walked towards Liuguang without rushing.
Liu Guang raised Yang's eyebrows and stood with his hands, so he looked at Cui Pan with a leisurely time. The malice in his eyes was especially dazzling with the delicate appearance of dust.
Cui Pan clenched his fists.
Finally standing in front of him, Yan Xi lifted her eyelashes, like a flapping butterfly, her eyes are as clear as jade, she slowly opened her lips, "Golden light, God." The voice was clear, as before.
Liuguang was slightly startled, "Xi, didn't you call me like that before, but you blamed me?" He laughed, stepping forward to hold her hand, but she backed away, "You should blame me. , Is it okay to go back to the Nine Heavens with me first? I will explain all of them to you one by one."
"The God of Glazed Light, I'm not the one I used to be, and you are not the same Glazed Light."