Jian Wuque looked at the inner demon tower in front of him. It was cracked inch by inch, and endless white dragon energy circulated. Then, it exploded, and Xu Qingmu's hundred-story inner demon tower completely collapsed. Jian Wuque immediately changed his face, smiled and stretched out his hand.
Putting his arms around Mr. Zhou's shoulders, seeing that Mr. Zhou's face was a little confused and stiff, Jian Wuque threatened in a low voice: "Behave better and give my apprentice a celebration banquet! Otherwise..."
Jian Wuque did not say what else to do, which was enough to frighten Mr. Zhou, who was almost invincible in the ghost mansion. He immediately changed his smile and greeted Xu Qingmu and others with a smile: "Break the inner demon tower?"
Xu Qingmu took Qiu Qing and walked slowly to Mr. Zhou, with a very respectful manner: "Senior Zhou, thanks to your service, Qiu Qing and I have successfully broken through the Hundred-layer Heart Tower."
Mr. Zhou was a little confused: "Qiu Qing?"
Xu Qingmu explained with a smile: "Suddenly I thought of a name I liked better, so I changed Xiaobai to Qiuqing."
Mr. Zhou nodded and looked around subconsciously, only to find that Jian Wuque had disappeared long ago. Mr. Zhou silently repeated several times: "Qiu Qing, Qiu Qing..."
Suddenly, Mr. Zhou's expression became more solemn, and he said something that neither Xu Qingmu nor Qiu Qing understood: "The sun is setting in the west, the autumn is clear, the eternal sword is the emperor, the plain clothes are floating on the battlefield of killing gods, and there is no living soul under the sword.
!" Then, Mr. Zhou's eyes were extremely frightened, and he pointed at Xu Qingmu. Just when he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood spurted out. Mr. Zhou's eyes gradually calmed down, and he squeezed out a bitter smile: "Xu Qingmu, let's go back to the cave first, I will help you two.
Let’s have another banquet and celebrate.”
The young man did not shirk, he cupped his fists and said thanks, "Thank you, I'm old Zhou."
When Xu Qingmu walked by, the corpse cat's eyes suddenly turned fierce, staring at Xu Qingmu and the two of them growled lowly. Xu Qingmu, who was walking in front, didn't pay attention, but Qiu Qing, who was following behind, turned around, with murderous intent in his eyes.
.In just a moment, the arrogant corpse cat seemed to have seen something extremely frightening. It was so frightened that it shrank in place and could not move. Even its low roar was choked in its throat.
Mr. Zhou, who had been following behind him, saw this scene and became more sure of his thoughts. He shook his head helplessly and told the corpse cat: "Take good care of Jun Luo. From now on, don't have any more thoughts!"
When he stepped out of the secret room, Mr. Zhou turned around again: "Remember, you can't even think about it!"
The corpse cat remained silent for the first time, squatting on the ground with its head lowered, not daring to speak.
The look from that woman just now scared him completely. Even at that moment, the dead cat felt a sense of relief that he could die.
It was so terrifying. At that moment, the corpse cat saw the endless battlefield. The gods fell like rain, and the people everywhere were like dogs. And the woman, standing side by side in the air with a man whose face could not be seen clearly, had a sword in her hand.
The sword pointed at an angle, and the setting sun passed through the gap, like a god in heaven.
After a few people left, Corpse Cat shivered and stood up, tremblingly walking towards the unconscious Jun Luo, no longer as defiant as before.
Mr. Zhou prepared a very sumptuous dinner in the inner palace, but Xu Qingmu was surrounded by Bai Qi, Wang Shuai and others, so he had no chance to talk to him. However, Xu Qingmu still noticed the somewhat embarrassed Mr. Zhou and smiled.
Then he opened his mouth and said: "Senior Zhou, come here and do it."
Mr. Zhou did not refuse, and squeezed in among a group of juniors, which did not seem so out of place.
"On the 100th floor, what did you encounter?" Mr. Zhou held up a glass of wine, raised it slightly, and toasted Xu Qingmu. Xu Qingmu quickly raised the glass with both hands and said in return: "I met an old friend, a very familiar old friend.
"
Then drink it all up.
Mr. Zhou saw that Xu Qingmu was a little reluctant to speak, so he didn't ask any more questions. He said something like congratulations, but he was very nervous.
Jian Wuque was taking off his pants in his mind, and said jokingly: "Hand over the ghost house, or I will shit!"
Before Mr. Zhou opened his mouth, his pants had already retreated to his thighs.