4. Chapter 4 Be my slave

Author: Shi Hao's fan girl Shi Yao

Chapter 4 Be my slave

Just after the blind sword forest in Qushan was taken by the Piaoshu Prodigal Son, an angry roar came from a mysterious space on Shuliu Island outside the East China Sea.

"Ah...! Who dares to steal my dragon head!"

The anger and endless roar of pain actually caused the entire space to turmoil.

In the center of the space, a man was dressed in plain clothes and had a beautiful face that was better than a woman. The figure sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes.

"You've made a mistake!"

As soon as these words came out, the originally angry roar in the entire space suddenly became quiet.

Then, a huge evil shadow with eight poems and three tails appeared with two wings on the back.

"How could God make mistakes!"

"Your dragon head has been destroyed!" It is affirmation, but also doubt and temptation.

"Mo Zhaonu, you are wrong. The head of God is immortal and immortal. How can a mere mortal man be destroyed? It is just hidden by someone with secret techniques. When God finds it, he must return his soul to the underworld!"

However, this self-deception explanation was not convinced by Mo Zhaonu.

He slowly closed his eyes and never paid attention to the evil phantom again.

Not long after, several secret orders were sent out from the Wailiu Island and went straight to China.

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In the Yunhai Immortal Sect, when I saw Yun Huizi's Infinity, I told Jian Langya all the time.

"You mean the whereabouts of the Primitive Demon Lord are unknown, but... I think it's probably not the Demon Lord's arrangement if I want to take away the people of Jianlangya!"

As the Infinite Father, Primitive Demon Lord was once a respected existence, but the Nine Infants of the Holy Mother, as the Resurrection Demon Lord, actually used Infinite Sister as the sacrifice, which made him no longer nostalgic for the Secret Realm, but only full of hatred.

Unexpectedly, Yun Huizi would defend the Demon Lord, and he couldn't help but feel confused.

"Why can't it be the Demon Lord?"

"Do you think Tianji is not ready to make a comeback for the resurrection of the Demon Lord?"

Yun Huizi thought about it and said that the present performance of Infinite is no longer the cocoon of the secluded world in the past, and his heart has changed under the influence of the underworld.

Immediately, he stopped hiding it and explained: "When the trainees returned to the Secret Realm that day, Tianji had an agreement with the Demon Lord that he would not invade the suffering realm.

Just in case the Demon Lord breaks the contract, he has a backup plan.

If the Demon Lord raises his aspiration to invade, the backup move left by the sky trace will be activated.

If it was exactly what I expected, the Demon Lord should be blank now!"

"This...!" Wuxian knew in his heart that Yun Huizi's words might be true. After all, as the highest leader of the Netherworld, the Demon Lord could not disappear for no reason.

For some reason, the figure of the Piaoluo prodigal son slowly appeared in Wuxian's mind.

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Just when all parties were about to move, in a secret place in the suffering realm, an ordinary wine pot was randomly discarded under a big tree.

And inside the wine pot, the prodigal son lay lazily on a bamboo lounge chair.

Shirakawa Linghua was alone, so she could only look at the man who was leisurely and contented, wishing she could eat her flesh and tear her bones.

"You don't have to look at me like this. Here, even the evil god of Bati can't be found. How about it, have you decided to be my slave?"

"You dream!"

Piaoluo's prodigal son admired the struggle with Shirakawa Linghua. If it weren't for this, even if his figure was charming and charming, it would not be worth the effort he had.

"Dreams always have to be there!" A smile, Piaoluo said slowly, "The way of life and death is cruel and ruthless. If Chi Luo knew that you were my slave, what would he think?"

"you……!"

The words of the prodigal son made Shirakawa Linghua feel moved.

The long-term emotional bond has already exhausted her, from the human body to the evil body that is neither human nor ghost now.

What supported her to survive was her expectations for Chi Luo, her persistence and commitment to the way of life and death.

"You won! I can be your slave, but you must kill me too!"

"No, no!" Piaoluo Yizi untied Shirakawa Linghua's imprisonment, shook his head and said, "Why can I bear to let you get such a simple relief as a beauty like you!"

Frowning, Shirakawa Linghua's figure flashed, and he grabbed Piaozhang's neck by the neck, and said coldly: "Since you don't agree, I have to kill you!"

The Piaoluoluo prodigal son remained motionless and said indifferently: "You can't kill me! The Evil God of Evil Gathers gathers your soul and nourishes it with evil power. You are indeed immortal. But it is not difficult to kill you, but it is not worth it! Don't you want to take revenge on the torture of the Evil God of Evil Gathers that makes you worse than death? Don't you want to kill the Evil God of Evil Gathers?"

Although Shirakawa Linghua didn't want to admit it, her intuition told her that the person in front of her was not talking big, and it seemed that he really had a way to solve the evil god of Yaqi.

Slowly letting go of his arms, Shirakawa Linghua said coldly: "You want to kill the evil god?"

"Ha! Since he calls himself a god, he is also named an evil god. He is just a ridiculous frog in the well! It's not difficult for me to kill him!"

"Tell me how to kill the evil god! If I take it seriously, so what if I become your slave!"

"Okay, since that's the case! Then you'd better listen to my instructions next! Of course, it's okay not to listen!"

After saying that, Piaoshu touched his chin, looked at Shirakawa Linghua with fun and smiled faintly: "Be good, call me, master!"

Anger, unwillingness, and wait-and-see emotions instantly filled Shirakawa Linghua's heart, but after a long time, I only heard: "Lord...man!"

"Hahaha..., it's not bad, I'm very happy! I'm going to be a reward!"

Not long after, in the angry eyes of Shirakawa Linghua, the wild laughter of the piaoluo prodigal son came from the entire space.

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The next day, in the sacred corpse, Baichuan Linghua, who had returned with scars, just passed through the barrier in the mountains, saw Chi Luo coming towards him, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of anxiety.

When he came to his face, he asked with concern: "Why are you doing this? What happened?"

Going away from Chi Luo's arm that was about to be supported, Bai Chuan Linghua seemed to see a stranger indifferently.

"It has nothing to do with you!"

Chi Luo hesitated and withdrew his arm, sighed: "You are still so helpless!"

"The dragon head is no longer in the Blind Sword Forest of Qushan, and has been taken away! The mission failed!"

Chi Luo was a little surprised and asked quickly: "Who was taken away?"

"I don't know, the other party only left one sentence. If you want the dragon head, go to the Youjie Realm to find him."

Chi Luo immediately became hesitant. As the Eight Tribes of Tianxie, he had already investigated the strength of the Eight Tribes.

But I couldn't figure out why the other party left such a message.

Just as he was about to ask again, he saw Shirakawa Linghua glance at him indifferently, then turned around and left.

Chi Luo looked at the figure who was about to leave and hurried forward.

He said in an unquestionable tone: "I will take you to heal you!"

"No need...!"

Before she finished speaking, Chi Luo grabbed Baichuan Linghua's arm and refused to let her refuse again.

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Chapter completed!