deadly mantra

Chapter 657 The Emperor of Hell is distressed

however.

No.

She waited for a long time.

There was still no sound around.

The murderous aura that destroyed the world seemed to have left with Lu Li.

Ji Fanyin tilted her head in disbelief, her eyes slightly less guarded and murderous.

After a while, she left the door of Ji Mansion muttering.

"Hiss...it shouldn't be, how could it be possible...tsk, could it be that his conscience discovered that I am actually his biological cub...that's weird."

Not long after she left, there was a dark and sinister wind blowing in front of Ji Mansion.

Shui Qingchen holds a jade flute and stands with his hands behind his back.

He glanced at the door plaque of Ji Mansion that fell to the ground and was engulfed in fire, with a stern look on his face.

The ghost slave stood behind him and asked cautiously:

"The King of Hell, it's not good to collide head-on with the Demon King like this..."

In fact, what he wants to say more is:
You blatantly and seriously injured the Demon Emperor's apostle!Isn’t this a slap in the Demon Emperor’s face?

After a long while, without waiting for his master's answer, the ghost slave followed his eyes to look at the Ji Mansion that was engulfed in flames, and sighed:

"Emperor Yama, do you also feel sorry? The dignified Ji Mansion... was ruined like this. Bao Simu is very pitiful. Should we help her?"

Shui Qingchen didn't seem to listen to him, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what to think of more important things.

The ghost slave subconsciously touched the cold mask on his face and did not dare to speak again for fear of disturbing his master's thoughts.

"Ghost slave." Shui Qingchen said.

"Hey!" The ghost slave was immediately on alert, ready to rush into Ji Mansion and snatch someone from Leng Bingcube's hands at any time, just waiting for someone's order.

Shui Qingchen looked at him with a strange expression and asked:
"How do ordinary people get along with each other?"

"Huh?" Ghost Slave was asked.

This sudden question was far beyond his expectation.

But the ghost slave still answered truthfully:
"About...brothers and friends are respectful to each other, husband and wife are loving, filial to their parents, and the family is happy?"

Shui Qingchen nodded slightly:
"I have never experienced this." The ghost slave's breath was stuck in his lungs and he almost choked. However, seeing his master's calm face, he probably wasn't sad at all. He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to say some words of comfort.

Then I heard Shui Qingchen say with eyes filled with pity:
"I can only devote my life to accomplishing the second item. I hope I can make up for the shortcomings in Xiaoyin's heart."

The ghost slave choked again and blinked blankly.

The second item is...

He rolled his eyes, the memory fragment replaying in his mind.

He seemed to have said something just now - brothers, friends and brothers, loving husband and wife...

Husband and wife love each other? !
The ghost slave was shocked:

"Emperor Yama, was this what you were thinking about when you looked worried and thoughtful just now?! Oh my God! Emperor Yama, you..."

Shui Qingchen raised his eyes and looked at him. The ghost slave's body immediately froze and he coughed unnaturally:
"Subordinate... I just feel that... as far as tonight's situation is concerned, it seems... it seems... the one who should be hurt the most... seems to be... Bao Simu... right?" The uncertain voice was a little trembling. .

Shui Qingchen frowned.

A different thought came into my mind.

If he hadn't arrived in time and entered the illusion in time, the little guy would have suffered huge harm.

When he thought about how they forced Xiaoyin to execute the person she loved and cared about most in her heart, and when he thought about how helpless and sad Xiaoyin felt when faced with that situation, his heart ached terribly.

But after all, they were the people of his father-in-law, the Demon Emperor, so he couldn't really kill those people.

Therefore, the face that should be given should still be given.

Shui Qingchen was in a complicated mood. He sighed deeply and said:

"Let's go, you have to dare to go back before Xiaoyin goes back."

"Ah? Why?" The moment he asked this question, the ghost slave wished he could slap himself in the mouth.

Why.

Naturally, someone still wanted to pretend to be innocent, but his Yama completely blindfolded himself and happily accepted the "innocent" created by the little bully.

Ugh……

Sigh deeply in my heart.

The ghost slave looked back at Ji Mansion and raised his heels.

(End of this chapter)