Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 234 Destiny Disaster Star, Destiny Disaster Star

"How did you find out!"

Painted Skin Ghost's affectionate eyes seemed to spew out fire, he stared at Chu Yu viciously, feeling the less and less spiritual power flowing out of his body, he wished he could step forward and bite off a piece of Chu Yu's flesh.

Chu Yu raised his hand and flicked it, and the mask on Painted Skin Ghost's face disappeared.He changed back to his true form, a completely unfamiliar young man.

"Your frivolous expression, mocking eyes, and pretentious tone..."

Chu Yu transformed into a small spiritual knife from the air, he lowered his head slightly, and stabbed the small knife in his hand firmly on Painted Skin Ghost's left shoulder.

He hooked the corners of his lips, with a calm expression on his face, but there was something inexplicable in his eyes.

"How dare you use Ah Zhao's face to say such disgusting words?"

As soon as the words fell, the knife that was originally stuck on the left shoulder of Painted Skin Ghost was pulled out with a whimper, and the knife was like a brush soaked in ink, drawing a picture on the face of Painted Skin Ghost.

But after a while, Painted Skin Ghost's face was already dripping with blood, and he could no longer see his original appearance.

But he grinned wildly as if he couldn't feel the pain.

"hahahahahahahahaha……"

"Chu Yu, Chu Yu, you were born to defeat your parents, you joined the Spirit Sword Sect, and you defeated your closest senior sister from the same sect."

"Bane of Destiny, Bane of Destiny!"

Painted Skin Ghost stretched out his hand to pick at his bloody face, the skin on his face was turned outside, exposing the bloody muscles inside, it looked more scary than before.

Seeing that Chu Yu frowned, he smiled even more cheerfully, "Hahahahahaha, otherwise, why do you think the saintess put restrictions on you?"

"But, even if you set up restrictions, it won't be able to resolve your disaster, people who are close to you..."

Painted Skin Ghost deliberately paused, then opened the mouth that was bitten bloody by himself, and said loudly: "Everyone must die!"

"Everyone near you will die!"

There was a bang, and the Painted Skin Ghost, who was still very majestic just now, widened his eyes, as if he had seen something extremely terrifying.

Chu Yu looked sideways, and there was a person standing by the door, Wuyou in a black robe, with a gloomy face, no emotion in his dark eyes, and he seemed not in a good mood.

Wuyou pursed her bright red lips, smiled coldly, looked at the struggling Painted Ghost surrounded by black demonic energy, and taunted, "Isn't it normal for a person to die, die, grow old, get sick and die?"

"There are no regrets in life, isn't it enough?"

"Could it be...you still want to live for thousands of years and be called an old thing by others?"

Wuyou still felt puzzled, he ground his molars, and continued in a drawn-out tone: "Hehe, I forgot, good people don't live long, and evil will last for thousands of years!"

"Painted skin ghost, I don't think you are a painted skin ghost, but a cowardly bastard, right?"

He moved his fingers, and Painted Skin Ghost was covered from head to toe by black devilish energy.

Painted Skin Ghost's eyes finally showed some horror. As the previous Demon Lord, Wuyou certainly knew how to make the demons feel pain.

Physical pain is nothing compared to the inner fear.

In the world that only Painted Skin can feel, he is caught in a cycle, repeating those terrible childhood experiences again and again, being framed and slandered again and again, and no one lends a helping hand to him.

"Ah...ah...ah..."

"what!!!"

Painted Skin Ghost seemed to have suddenly lost the ability to speak, holding his bloody head and screaming non-stop, but he couldn't speak other words.

His eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and the two eyeballs seemed to burst out of the sockets, which looked terrifying.

"uncle."

Chu Yu suddenly spoke up.

He glanced at Painted Skin Ghost, then at Wuyou who was still stern, and said softly, "Give him a good time."

Could it be that my eldest nephew is so kind?

This can't be done, as a Demon King, there are too many things to deal with, and I can't tolerate everything.

Wuyou's expression changed slightly, and just as he was about to teach him a few words, he heard Chu Yu's next sentence.

"It's too noisy, Ah Zhao needs to rest."

When Chu Yu said these words, he had a calm expression on his face, as if solving the Painted Skin Ghost was not an important matter, as if this matter was insignificant and as simple as "what to eat today".

"Good good!"

Carefree happiness blossomed.

He knew that his eldest nephew was not the kind of saint who repays evil with kindness!
Wuyou raised one hand, facing the direction of Painted Skin Ghost, and slowly clenched his fist.

Painted Skin Ghost seemed to be under control, struggling even harder.

As Wuyou clenched his fists, more and more black energy poured into Painted Skin Ghost's dantian, into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Where Chu Yu couldn't see, Painted Skin Ghost's sea of ​​consciousness was occupied by more and more black silk threads, and those black threads entangled to form a big net, blocking Painted Skin Ghost's consciousness and cutting off his consciousness.

When Painted Skin Ghost held his head and looked more and more ferocious, Wuyou suddenly let go of his clenched fist.

He bent the corners of his bright red lips, put his index finger against his lips, and softly uttered a syllable, "Bang!"

At the same time, the Painted Skin Ghost's body and head were separated, and the terrifying head hit the ground with a bang, splashing bloody flowers, but fortunately, it was separated by the golden magic circle that Chu Yu had set up earlier.

His head fell to the ground, but his body was still nailed to the wall by the Qiankun Sword. This appearance really looked a little disgusting.

"hiss--"

Wuyou closed her eyes and clapped her hands.

Four demon soldiers in black robes suddenly appeared in mid-air, and they were still the professional team from before.

Those who picked up the head picked up the head, those who took the body took the body, those who sewed up the stitches, and those who cleaned up cleaned up.

But after a while, they disappeared in front of Wuyou and Chu Yu with the painted skin ghost's ashes, the ground and walls were clean, not a single trace of blood could be seen.

There was a burst of fresh floral fragrance in the air. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have guessed what bloody thing happened here just now.

Wuyou clapped his hands again, this time, a group of demon maids in black clothes and black skirts ran from outside the room, all of them lowered their heads, trembling standing far away from Wuyou.

"How did Painted Skink enter the Demon Palace?"

"You guys, haven't you found any of them?"

Hearing Wuyou's reprimand, those maids trembled even more.

They all shrunk their shoulders and necks, and they all dared not answer the words, for fear that they would make a move in the next second without worry, and their heads would be in different places.

It was Chu Yu who asked them to go outside, "Uncle, it's none of their business."

"I told the Black King, but I didn't ask anyone to serve me."

Worry-free frowned, doubts written all over his face.

No one to serve?
But he watched those TV dramas in which the villain proclaimed himself king and emperor, and they all shouted a large group of people to serve them, not to mention how majestic they were.

Wuyou glanced at the maids with their heads down, and then thought of their genders, and instantly felt that he understood something.

Could it be that the eldest nephew and daughter-in-law would be jealous?
How did he forget this layer!
(End of this chapter)