"Hey! Are you my subordinate?"
The little King of Hell circled around Russell, looking him up and down, licking his tongue, and no one knew what he was thinking.
"Yes, my name is Luo Su, I'm from Maoshan. The Grandmaster asked me to accompany you to study in the Heavenly Palace. It will take about two hundred years."
Two hundred years is actually just one or two years for the little King of Hell.
"Who is the ancestor you are talking about?"
"That is, the judge."
"Oh, it turns out to be the one whose beard I often draw."
The little King of Hell suddenly realized, and then clenched his fist fiercely, "If I had known earlier, I would have painted a tiger on his face. Damn it, you know that I am afraid of ghosts, and you didn't arrange for me to be so handsome..."
Her voice became smaller and smaller, and the last two sentences were unclear, but everyone present was a person of great cultivation, so they could only pretend that they heard nothing.
Russell looked at his nose with his eyes and at his mouth with his nose, pretending nothing had happened. This is the dark history of his ancestor. If some of these things were known, it would be easy to lose your life.
I am a little smart guy, I know nothing and have never heard of anything.
The little King of Hell rolled his eyes and put his hands behind his back. "Actually, I don't want to go to Tianting Academy. I refuse this."
"Well, new here, you come and praise me, and then I'll be in a good mood and go..."
The Black and White Impermanence standing aside slowly raised their lips. The Little King of Hell and that kid just met and they got along well. It seemed like there was something going on.
They put their hands in their sleeves and stood aside to see how Russell would solve the problem. Unexpectedly, Russell was very calm. He lifted the collar of Little King of Hell with one hand and said, "The Grand Master said that Little King of Hell is very naughty. If she doesn't want to go to the Heavenly Academy, take her to inspect the work and see more ghosts."
"Patrol work???"
The little King of Hell suddenly remembered that the Black and White Impermanence dragged her to the Eighteen Levels of Hell for inspection. That group of ghost soldiers looked extremely eerie and terrifying, and none of them was pleasing to the eyes.
The hell of knife mountains, the kind where knives pierce your buttocks, leaving a hole with each stab, and it's bloody and it never stops.
In the volcanic hell, I took a bath in the spicy hot pot, screaming in comfort, and all the hair on my body was washed clean.
Rock hell, a small hill weighing tens of thousands of tons rolling back and forth, under the euphemism of being a steamroller.
I don’t know which level of hell it was. The little King of Hell was so scared that he felt dizzy. He only remembered someone holding an electric saw and rubbing it back and forth, humming a little tune while cutting.
They are simply a bunch of perverts!
At the very end, the ghost tour guide also gave us a specialty of the eighteenth heaven of the underworld—a skull with glowing blue eyes.
A true specialty of the underworld!
When thinking of these unpleasant memories, Xiao Yanwang felt sick and she refused to go back no matter what.
Two arms hugged Russell's thighs tightly, "No! No! I don't want to go on patrol."
Russell came closer with a smile, "I heard them say that girls nowadays like these things, so I specially brought two of them to make three for Da Wang, maybe we can even become a family."
"No! Wrong! Wrong! I want to go to school!"
Black and White Impermanence: …
Haha, this little guy is quite capable. He actually caught the little King of Hell. I hope his journey to the academy goes smoothly.
The two of them pulled for a long time before they pulled the little King of Hell off Russell's legs. Looking at his reluctant look, it seemed that his motives remained to be investigated.
However, the two of them tacitly did not say anything, but prepared the luggage for the group and sent them to Tianting Academy.
The seventh heaven is no different from the human world in this heaven, but the spiritual energy is much more abundant. There are ordinary people, practitioners, and immortals occasionally passing by. It is much more prosperous than those worlds in the underworld.
Master Simu followed the people from the Underworld Office, while Russell and Little King of Hell were arranged by the people from the Office to take the high-speed train to the Heavenly Academy.
Yes, it is the high-speed rail...
To be precise, it is the flying high-speed rail.
Russell looked at the train whizzing through the sky in bewilderment. The little devil snorted beside him, "You came from this world, have you never seen such high-tech stuff?"
"Let me tell you, this is a high-speed train. It uses super-suspension rune technology. It is free from restraints and flies directly in the sky. Its speed is comparable to that of a god."
…
Am I in the wrong world
"Although Qin Shi Huang was a very cruel guy, the things he invented were still quite powerful."
Qin Shi Huang
A strange look flashed across Russell's eyes, and he remembered the founder of the Human Emperor Art, a true time traveler.
"Is he dead?"
"Who knows? I heard that my father and nine other uncles attacked him together, and even Uncle Tiandi also attacked him, and they finally beat him severely."
The little King of Hell scratched his head and lost himself in memories. "I heard that he was fine. It seems that he ran away to the underworld."
My dear...
The ten Yamas plus the Emperor of Heaven only managed to injure him severely, forcing him to flee to the underworld.
Thinking of the growing strength of the Netherworld and the approaching catastrophe, Russell couldn't help but twitch his lips.
Brother, you are the protagonist, right
"Okay, okay, don't talk, just get in the car!"
The little King of Hell was not wearing official uniform. According to the Black and White Impermanence, she had to get along with those people as an ordinary person so that she could make real friends.
So she really dressed like a junior high school student today...
"By the way, I forgot to ask your age. How old are you this year?"
Russell thought for a moment, without blinking, "I'm just a little bit older than you."
The little King Yan looked up at his height and swallowed the words in his mouth, "Remember to call me by my name. Don't call me the king outside. My name is Yan Xiaoluo."
…
Is your name interesting
Anyone who is not a fool can guess your identity just by listening to the name.
Russell touched his chin and said, "Your name is not nice, why don't I give you one?"
"Yes, yes."
"How about calling me A-Cha?"
"It feels weird, um, okay!"
The little King of Hell pulled Russell onto the high-speed train. The Underworld Office was quite far from the Heavenly Academy. After all, the Seventh Heaven was very large, and even the gods would have to fly for several days.
It was very boring along the way.
In order to pass the time and to punish Russell for his previous intimidation of her, the little king of hell's mouth slowly raised the corners, and she thought of a very good idea.
Someone like this coming from this world must have never seen the world and must be a rookie.
"Russell, how about we play a game?"
"game?"
“Dangdangdang, glory to the gods!”
Little King of Hell took out two mobile phones from somewhere and looked at the familiar avatars on them, as well as the smirk on Little King of Hell's face.
Russell's expression gradually became strange.
Well, once upon a time, I was a king!
ps: Four thousand one hundred words today.