"What about you?" Yan Xiaoyi pursed her lips, "Where do you want to go alone?"
Ye Qingluo looked a little dignified: "Don't worry about me, I'll go to Hell."
The earth and heaven fight.
There is a strange existence in the seat of Hell Palace.
I don't know if those lunatics in Hell Palace will intervene in this war.
"The situation on the border is not clear now. If we act separately, it may be..." Qiao Jin hesitated, and he, who had recovered his true face, had a different kind of elegance even when he frowned.
Ye Qingluo raised his hand to stop his words: "I have the secret teleportation technique. Even if the people in the Dark Palace discover my existence, they can't catch me, but you...be careful."
After exhorting each other a few words, they parted ways.
After watching Yan Xiaoyi and the three of them leave.
Ye Qingluo followed the memory of Emperor Moxuan taking her to Hell Mansion, and came to Hell Mansion.
The environment of constant war with the outside world.
The Hell Palace was not affected at all.
In the dark space, there is a strange evil spirit floating.
Ye Qingluo walked a long way deep into the dark space.
He calculated in his mind the exact location of the gate of the hell palace that appeared out of thin air the last time he was here.
Not close yet.
Suddenly, I heard a roar echoing in the space: "Who dares to break into the Hell Mansion? To make trouble? Or want to fight with our Hell Mansion?!"
very good.
Still a familiar recipe.
A familiar opening line.
Ye Qingluo is now completely certain.
This battle between heaven and earth.
It has no effect on Hell Palace at all.
The gate of the hell palace opened.
An old man rushed out, his body still in the familiar mess, his messy hair scattered behind him, emitting a musty smell.
The man rushed to Ye Qingluo, raised the machete in his hand, and chopped down.
Ye Qingluo: "..."
She moved her foot, then immediately raised her foot and kicked the man's body.
There was a "snap".
The man fell heavily to the ground.
"Fuck! It's terrible, come to the rescue, the people who make things are too strong!" The old man lay on the ground, screaming, "Lord of Hell, help, help!"
Ye Qingluo: "..."
She didn't try hard at all, okay
Is it too much acting
With the old man's howls.
But for a moment.
He heard hurried footsteps coming from the Hell Mansion.
About five shaggy old men rushed out.
"Aren't those idiots out there fighting with the heavens, how can anyone come to the hell mansion to make trouble?" The old man at the head said impatiently.
After five people came out.
The old man who was lying on the ground and screaming "Wow" immediately turned up from the ground and ran behind the five people: "It's her! It's her! He must be a master to come to Hell Palace alone to do things!"
Single-handed Ye Qingluo: "..."
Is this why he is so good at acting
In the darkness, it was difficult to see the faces of both sides clearly.
The old man at the head walked towards Ye Qingluo slowly, just when he was about to speak.
Then I heard a familiar Qingyue voice: "Old Lie, long time no see."
The old man at the head froze immediately.
Immediately, her eyes widened, and she said tentatively in disbelief: "Emperor... Mrs. Emperor?!"
The leader is Lao Lie.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Ye Qingluo recognized his voice.
With a movement of Lao Lie's sleeve, he lit the candle on the rock wall.
In dim light.
The girl's alluring and gorgeous face was slowly reflected in the eyes of several people.