Crazy Young Empress: Shadowsong Moon Dance

Chapter 10 Named Niu Erwu

Mo Wuying, who was finally able to speak, was already worried about the number plate in his hand.

Seeing that the Tauren almost ignorantly poked at the taboo numbers she had been muttering for a long time, and even called her by name.

A kind of anger of being cornered and scolded lingers in my heart.

So when I passed by the ghost messenger, I was very unhappy and said:
"Brother Erwu ghost messenger, you will die of exhaustion if you say the word 'ten' too much?"

Niu Shou Guichai obviously has a bad temper and cannot withstand provocation.

Hearing Mo Wuying muttering and blaming him while entering the hall arrogantly, she turned around and roared to drag Mo Wuying out of the inner hall.

Another ghost messenger with a face like a horse said:

"Brother Niu, calm down, calm down, you must control your bullish temper, if you make mistakes recklessly, I'm afraid the adults will punish you to the underworld to collect your soul."

The Niu Shou Gui who was persuaded shouted mercilessly:

"I think you are afraid of being implicated by me? Who in the entire underworld doesn't know that we are arranged in a group?
You didn't even blush to persuade me to change my temper, and you didn't look in the mirror. If it weren't for your long face, we wouldn't be called 'bull head and horse face' by everyone everywhere we go!
Who did I provoke with my long bull head?Why are they making such personal attacks?I want to apply to the king for a lawyer, and I want to apply for human rights protection! "

The whining of the bull-headed ghost guard resounded like a torrent of thunder, resounding for a radius of five miles outside the Hall of Yama.

The horse-faced ghost guard on the opposite side knew he couldn't defend him, and when he heard him complaining about poking his own sore spot on the face, he stopped talking altogether.

It's just that the horse's face seemed a little longer under the depression.

When Mo Wuying entered the hall, he saw two rows of ghosts lined up on both sides of a tall luan seat, and a handsome guy with a serious, cold and invincible expression was sitting in the seat.

Mo Wuying's visual cognition was subversively shocked again.I saw the people in the hall:
Her silver hair is as long as her waist and hangs by the seat behind her. Although half of her face is covered by a silver mask, it's hard to hide her aura as gorgeous as dust.Covered by the silver half-face mask, it adds to the cold mystery of endless reverie.

Swallowing her saliva almost subconsciously, Mo Wuying looked at those breathtaking eyes.

Her lavender eyes were as deep as the gorgeous starry sky in the polar night, and her tightly pursed thin lips were carved with fortitude and evil charm.

It's just...that outfit, how does Mo Wuying feel...?
(End of this chapter)