The Secret of the Rich Women's Community

Chapter 920
"You... scoundrel, you will be finished if you see the Holy One later!" Lei Shuangshuang gritted his teeth.

"Death is death, what's so terrible about death!" I said with a glance.

"Stinky rascal, don't be brave, you'll have to suffer later!" Lei Shuangshuang gave him a hard look, and deliberately moved a few steps away.

"It's okay to die, but it's a pity that there is still one thing that hasn't been done thoroughly!" I followed.

Lei Shuangshuang turned her head, looked at me who was fooling around, and suddenly sighed and asked without thinking: "What good will you do?"

"It's a pity that I didn't kiss enough with the beauty. If I were to kiss carefully for half an hour, even if I go to hell, I will still be so happy!" I said hastily.

"You... scum!" Lei Shuangshuang stomped his feet fiercely, unexpectedly being taken advantage of by this guy again.

Suddenly the door of the underground palace was pushed open with a squeak, and Lei Shuangshuang stared straight. The people who came in were all the most personal followers of the Holy One. The characters above are no longer simple missionaries but saints, and they are all extremely yin people in terms of female cultivation.

"Lei Shuangshuang, the Holy One has always loved you very much, but you dare to do such a rebellious thing. The Holy Lord has ordered you to be burned into ashes first!" The voice of a saint in the middle is like a eunuch in the palace. It seemed to make me feel extremely uncomfortable.

Lei Shuangshuang closed her eyes tightly. In fact, she already knew that there would be such a result.

"Wait, why is it her turn to do such a good thing like burning the stove for ten thousand years? Why don't you let me try it first, it's too cold here, let me bake it!" I suddenly stood up and stood in the way. Lei Shuangshuang is in front.

"You...stinky rascal, why do you want to stand in front of me!" Lei Shuangshuang was a little anxious.

"I said that I will be responsible for you to the end, don't worry, even if I die, I won't let you suffer any harm!" Although I still spoke with a bit of a joke at the moment, Lei Shuangshuang couldn't help being shocked when he heard it , as if my words solidified the space.

What is going on in this man's mind?Lei Shuangshuang was beating repeatedly in his head.

One of the people in front of him hurriedly murmured a few times in the saint's ear, and then the saint sneered and said: "So you are the guy who made a fuss about Qingfengya, and the lord has a plan for you. Since you want to die first, why don't you die?" We won't stop you either, someone will take you away!"

"Come on, take this golden gun with you. It will rescue you from the island in times of crisis. I hope your family can be reunited!" In a panic, I resolutely gave the golden gun in my hand to Lei Shuangshuang. One person can't guarantee it in case, and no one knows what kind of master the Holy One behind him is.

The ups and downs in Lei Shuangshuang's heart were even greater at this moment, holding the gun in his hand, watching me leave the back, suddenly there was a little bit of unreasonable parting in his heart, a little melancholy that couldn't be described in words.

It was the first time to be frivolous by this man!

Humiliated by this man for the first time!

Even for the first time by this man...

Lei Shuangshuang thought about the whole cold face and slowly approached the fiery golden gun, and suddenly began to worry about the whole stinky rascal, the guy who helped out again and again, no matter how strong the frosty girl is, there will always be a moment of coldness, she froze Wow, the picture of that guy desperately kissing himself is all in his mind.

The Palace of Notre Dame is almost a place of nightmares for all men. A top-notch furnace with a height of three meters was erected high on the top. With a plop, my whole body was thrown into the furnace.

"Hey!" As if a piece of pig iron had been thrown into the water furnace, puffs of white smoke immediately rose around.

"It's so weird! There seems to be something moving inside!" A saint inadvertently touched the thick furnace wall.

"Impossible, there are six big fires below, even if a piece of pig iron goes in, it will immediately disappear!" Another saint, who seems to be a very experienced fireworker here, said firmly.

"Six big fires?" The saint asked suspiciously.

"Hmm! Don't you suspect that I cut corners?" Another saint was very dissatisfied. It seems that she should be very diligent.

"But take a look, how come the furnace wall is still cold?" The saint's eyes were wide open, still very hesitant.

"How is it possible? After so many years, no one has dared to doubt my Madam's work!" Another saint's complexion changed drastically, and he couldn't help stretching his hand towards the furnace wall. His complexion suddenly changed from white to pale. Red, immediately turned to the young generals who were burning the fire and shouted: "Hurry up and put on more fires for me, and burn the stove for me."

Following the yelling of the red-faced saint, a total of eight people from all directions threw the fire into the fire frantically with dignified faces. Suddenly, the whole bottom of the furnace was filled with flames, and even the whole furnace room was smoky.

"Haha, I don't believe that it won't turn into slag after being burned like this?" The red-faced Saint Magu almost had a perverted look, with a few big fangs exposed from the black soot all over his face.

A few minutes later, an almost trembling voice came from the side of the stove: "Magu, do you want to come and have a look?"

"Is it burnt to ashes?" Magu strode over with her big chest full of charcoal ash.

"No... it's like... the whole furnace seems to be frozen!" The saint next to him stuttered and chattered, his teeth chattering.

"?" Magu, who has a very high prestige in the fire-burning world of the entire Witch Island, almost felt a little unsteady when she heard this, but she pushed away the thick black smoke, and Magu saw with her own eyes that the blazing flames were actually on top of it. It was steaming with air-conditioning, and the fire inside was almost completely frozen to the bottom, and the few people who fanned the fire next to it were even more miserable, their entire faces turned purple from the cold in front of the scorching flames.

"What's going on here?" Several mature saints stared at Magu blankly.

"The stove is broken, the stove must be broken!" Magu was also clever, and immediately shouted without saying a word.

"Puchi!" A mouthful of ice water was sprayed on Magu's face, and my ghostly smile was revealed in front of her, and I even made fun of it: "Fat girl, heat up the stove!"

"Plop!" The resolute Magu foamed from her mouth, and before she passed out, she yelled two words like an explosion: "Monster!"

In the main hall of Notre Dame Palace, I was wrapped in an extremely solid blanket and firmly tied to the ground. Magu, who was originally very confident on the ground, knelt down on the ground very submissively. The faithful fellow has committed suicide.

"Ah! Don't!" Suddenly, ghostly screams filled the entire hall in the extremely silent main hall, and my ears immediately pricked up, but the saints below were still expressionless, with their faces pressed against the ground The bacteria on the ground are almost wiped out.

(End of this chapter)