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Chapter 621 The King of Hell was beaten again
Familiar formula, familiar taste.

Gatlin gave the King of Hell a hard sap.

The King of Hell was so smashed that stars appeared in his eyes, and the skewers in his hands went into his nostrils.

"Damn it, who attacked me secretly!"

The King of Hell pulled out the skewers from his nostrils, covered his head and shouted.

The next second, there was another burst of sound.

A handful of Gatling falls from a black hole.

Before the King of Hell could react, he hit the King of Hell hard on the head again.

"Oh……"

The King of Hell cried out in pain again.

He looked down at his feet.

Find out what is attacking you.

When the King of Hell saw Gatlin at his feet.

I couldn't help being stunned.

"This……"

"Gatling?"

Looking at Gatlin's familiar gun barrel with a cold light, the King of Hell murmured to himself.

Suddenly, the King of Hell seemed to have thought of something.

Look up at the live broadcast screen.

When he saw Ye Yu throw the paper with Gatling on it into the bonfire and use it as firewood, he immediately realized that something was wrong.

The King of Hell's eyes widened in an instant, and he raised his head to look at the top of his head. At this sight, the King of Hell's eyes suddenly widened like copper bells, and the black hole above his head suddenly began to grow in size.

The next second, handfuls of glowing Gatlings fell like raindrops, hitting his head and face.

Yama:"……"

"Fuck!"

The king of hell exclaimed.

I wanted to run, but it was too late.

He was already surrounded by Gatling.

Before the King of Hell can activate his magic power, Hand flashes.

There was a sharp pain in the top of my head.

And "ding ding dong dong", a very rhythmic beating sound: "Put your head on your back, you don't have to worry about rain, others have umbrellas, you have your head on your back..."

Every note is produced by a Gatling hit on the head of the King of Hell.

After a while, the King of Hell was hit by Gatlin Yu, who was so beaten that stars appeared in his eyes and he was dizzy.

When the rain fell in the black hole, the King of Hell felt that his head had been hit hard by a sap, and his neck was shortened.

The King of Hell covered his head and sat down on the ground.

He was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, looking at Ye Yu's little face on the live broadcast screen, he wanted to get angry, but Ye Yu was still kind-hearted and provided the underworld with terrifying weapons, so that the King of Hell had nowhere to vent his temper.

Just a ghost sitting on the ground and sulking.

"call……"

After a long time, the King of Hell exhaled a breath of turbidity.

Standing up from the pile of Gatlings.

Shaking the dragon robe on his body, he cast a spell on himself and restored his beauty. He looked at the live broadcast screen to make sure that Ye Yu did not continue to throw drawings with weapons and equipment into the bonfire. The King of Hell Then he breathed a sigh of relief.

On the sea!
Ye Yu's great business of kebabs has come to an end.

It’s not that Ye Yu has nothing to bake.

It's that her magic weapon for making unparalleled delicious food, technology and hard-working seasonings, has been used up.

This time, Ye Yu sold a total of two thousand skewers. When he arrived, the only skewers Ye Yu sold were various seafood skewers.

All other ingredients are sold out.

Even so, demand for kebabs still exceeds supply.

It wasn't until Ye Yu's technology and ruthlessness were exhausted and he made it clear that he could no longer provide delicious skewers for the time being that a group of immortal bosses gave up.

Ye Yu also breathed a sigh of relief.

She almost died from exhaustion.

Gohan and Cangpai beside them were also tired. Standing by the campfire and grilling skewers, grilling skewers non-stop is really quite tiring.

Even Gohan and Crawling, both inhuman beings, still couldn't withstand such a high load of work. Crawling's eight tentacles were almost cooked.

The hair on Gohan's little paws was also scorched by the high temperature of the campfire.

When Ye Yu announced that it was time to rest.

Gohan and Climb looked at each other, breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and lay softly on Lao Liu's back.

Ye Yu turned off the live broadcast, extinguished all the bonfires, and lay down on Lao Liu's back.

Ye Yu was very tired from constantly threading, sorting, and handing out blessing bags to the gods and bosses.

If it hadn't been for the Immortal Body, I would have been too tired to lift my hands.

……

Hell!

The Palace of Hell!
Seeing that Ye Yu had turned off the live broadcast and would no longer have convulsions, burn weapons and hit himself with sap, the King of Hell also breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Gatlin everywhere, the eyes of the King of Hell began to light up.

"So many Gatlings..."

"This is about to be released!"

"I have been the King of Hell my entire life, and I have never fought such a rich battle!"

The King of Hell rubbed his hands like a fly, his eyes were filled with stars, and he was almost drooling.

The king of hell looked around like a thief.

After confirming that there were no other ghosts in the Palace of Hell except himself, the Lord of Hell immediately picked up two Gatlings and put them into his storage magic weapon.

After thinking about it, I still feel it’s not enough.

The King of Hell pretended to be Gatling twice more, sat on his throne with satisfaction, and shouted: "Come on, call the bull-headed horse-faced black and white impermanence to come to the Yama Hall to discuss matters!"

Before the King of Hell finished speaking, the response from the ghost soldier on duty came from outside the Yama Hall: "Your Majesty!"

Not long after, bull-headed and horse-faced figures, black and white, came hand in hand and gathered outside the Yama Hall.

"The head of a bull and the face of a horse, black and white, impermanent, please see Lord Yama!"

Hearing the voices of his four powerful generals outside the Yama Hall, the King of Hell said loudly: "Come in, everyone."

Before the King of Hell finished speaking, bull heads, horse faces, and black and white impermanence all responded: "Your order!"

"Boom!"

The heavy door of Yama Palace opened.

Bull heads and horse faces, black and white, all entered the Yama Palace and knelt down in the Yama Palace: "Greetings to Lord Yama."

"Get up!"

The King of Hell nodded and said in a deep voice.

"Yan Jun, what do you want to do with the kids?"

The wise man among the four ghosts, Bai Wuchang, thanked Master Qi, cupped his hands in front of the King of Hell, and asked.

"It's no big deal. I just want to inform you to get ready and lead the troops to attack the Eighteenth Level of Hell, completely wipe out the rebels and regain the Eighteenth Level of Hell!"

The King of Hell said lightly.

"Ok?"

After hearing the words of the King of Hell, the bull-headed horse-faced and black and white Wuchang were all stunned on the spot.

Counterattack on the Eighteenth Level of Hell?
Completely wipe out the rebels?

Recover the eighteen levels of hell?
No, how many dishes are there?
Did you drink Yan Jun like this?

Although our underworld has no shortage of soldiers, it also has no shortage of cannon fodder.

But at this time, if we counterattack the Eighteenth Level of Hell, isn't that just to kill someone?

Besides...

Maybe not just to kill people, but to provide soldiers for the hell rebels.

"Cough cough..."

After a while, Bai Wuchang coughed twice and raised his hands to the King of Hell: "Master Yan, it's not that I'm timid, but I simply feel that something is wrong..."

Before Bai Wuchang finished speaking, the King of Hell waved his hand: "I know what you want to say."

"In your eyes, am I the kind of king who doesn't care about the safety of his soldiers?"

"Jian Yan, please forgive me, I didn't mean that."

The dipping sauce was written on purpose