"Is Ghost Lord just giving up like this? If you like spike balls, go for it! It's useless to sit here and have unrequited love!"
It is true that Huan Lansha's little family's strength is definitely not able to hold down a grown man like Hange, but these words shocked Hange, a drunk man, to wake up, his eyes were wide open and shining: " Can I?"
"Okay!" It was rare that Hunmu, Yansi, and Huanlansha could speak in unison and vent their anger through one nostril.
But Hange, who has always been shameless, feels inferior now: "But I don't know... if I win someone's love... will I be struck by lightning from the sky?"
Hunmu, Yansi, and Huanlansha were stunned for a moment. After guessing what Ghost Lord meant for a long time, they finally realized:
"The ghost king is overly worried! What the demon king and the heaven king are interested in is not the thorn ball itself, but the skin of the thorn ball that looks like the flower god Luo Qian..."
"But our Ghost Lord is not familiar with the Luo Qian Flower God at all. What our Ghost Lord is interested in is the thorn ball!"
"So Ghost Lord, feel free to pursue it boldly!"
"Really?" By the way, Hange was encouraged by these three brats and did a lot of bad things. But even so, sometimes arrogant and conceited and sometimes belittling like him, he would still follow the wishes of the three of them as always, no matter what lies ahead. It's a mountain of swords and a sea of fire. As long as the three of them unanimously agree that "that's right! Ghost Lord, charge!", Hange can't convince himself not to follow their wise advice.
At this time, Han Ying would often jump out and yell: "Brother, you are so unassertive!"
"Sister, why did you say that?" He couldn't stand his sister slandering him the most. Hange suddenly jumped up from the skull chair with great momentum, but his expression was extremely aggrieved.
"You're trying to steal a woman from my brother Tianjun, so why don't you ask me if I agree?"
"Then do you agree?"
"disagree."
"Why? Didn't you wish for me last time..."
"The last time was the last time, but I, Han Ying, am a good ghost who learns from every experience. Since Brother Tianjun has rejected me, I have to be self-aware and find another way out by joining a famous family. Brother, do you understand? ?”
Hange looked at Hanying, as if he were watching a baby who had been raised by himself and finally stopped wetting the bed. His eyes filled with tears: "Sister, you have finally grown up..."
"So brother, please be more open-minded. I heard that Brother Tianjun and that hedgehog spirit have been hanging out together day and night recently. You and I are gradually falling in love, and I think the day of remarriage is not far away."
"Then I... will go and steal the marriage!"
"Brother, are you tired of living? Isn't one failure enough?"
"It's not a failure last time. It was because I didn't catch up, and the Demon Lord got ahead of me. This time... Hehe, just keep an eye on me! If I don't snatch Huahua, I won't do this. The ghost king!" Hange vowed, kicking over the skeleton chair, and the grinning skeleton rolled to the ground. He really had the courage to not shed tears even if he saw the coffin.
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Mo Yunye is the king of heaven, so he cannot be with Qianhua all the time, accompanying her to drink music, play chess, calligraphy and painting, play Cuju, and jump around. Most of the time, Luo Qianhua is still alone. All gods can move around in the heavenly realm, looking for their own piece of fun.
Even so, in Qianhua's view, Mo Yunye is a perfect man after all. At least in terms of love and love, he can play hard to get with ease and ease: when he is with Qianhua, he makes Qianhua feel happy and contented; At that time, Qianhua was still missing her, and she didn’t know the taste of food.
Although Mo Yunye didn't mean it, and it was reasonable for Tianjun to be busy with official duties, Qianhua still found with a sense of failure that her little heart was being captured by him bit by bit...
Very dangerous! (To be continued)