Metropolis: I have Hades system that can open hell

Yan Luo's phantom teased again: "Fortunately, my lord didn't go too far, I just stepped into hell. Otherwise, if my lord walked a few more steps and reached the center of hell, I would burn my body directly."

Wuma Cong felt bad instantly!
As a mortal body, he enjoyed hell twice within two seconds. He felt that Yama's phantom was intentional!
Just to see his capital!
Well, in fact, he was too curious and walked too fast. He should let Yan Luo's phantom go out first to stop the operation of hell.

In fact, Yan Luo's phantom had already protected him, otherwise the volcano would have burned Wuma Cong's body to ashes long ago.

In fact, how could there be a unit of time called "second" in ancient times?
Now the so-called second is the blink of an eye.

In the blink of an eye, it can be long or short.

Therefore, the "18 seconds" mentioned by Yan Luo's illusion refers to eighteen blinks.

These 18 seconds are only for Wuma Cong to understand in seconds.

Wu Macong turned around and went straight back to the elevator, never wanting to see Li Da being tortured again.

"Go back to Yama Hall."

Wuma Cong ordered.

Yama Phantom responded respectfully.

"Wait." Wuma Cong said suddenly, "Go and see the other four beauties."

Yan Luo understood the illusion in seconds, and was tortured naked. He smiled and said, "Okay, then go from bottom to top, first to Wang Zhaojun in the eighth hell."

Wuma Cong became annoyed and said, "What are you thinking! It's not what you think!"

Yan Luo's illusion said solemnly: "Although the subordinates are a gender-neutral system, the subordinates understand what the adults mean."

Do you understand and still laugh so obscenely?

Are you sure you're not Fat Yaoliu in disguise?

(#`')Depend on

It turns out that there are no good things in hell.

After all kinds of tortures in hell, Wang Zhaojun on the eighth floor is no longer human. This sense of sight is more disgusting than that of Li Da's basement.

Wu Macong regretted it immediately, and did not go to see Yang Yuhuan on the fourth floor and Diao Chan on the first floor.

Wu Macong was afraid of having nightmares.

I am even more afraid that the image of the four beauties will collapse.

Back at Yan Luo Hall, Wuma Cong sat on the throne in the hall, his face pale.

After a long delay, he was relieved from the hell mode.

"The phantom of Yama, save Wang Zhaojun, Yang Yuhuan, and Diao Chan from hell. Let them stay in the underworld, and arrange reincarnation directly after the sentence expires."

Wuma Cong finally moved his heart of compassion.

In fact, they have no faults, the biggest fault is that they were born beautiful, and the second fault is that they were born in the wrong age, when they were born in an era dominated by men.

If they were born in modern times, how many licking dogs would kneel and lick them.

Yan Luo Phantom bowed his head and said yes.

Xishi got a post as an official post and was assigned a private house, so she went to rest by herself.

Wuma Cong didn't wait for her to recover her primordial spirit, and left the ghost gate first.

Sure enough, Bai Zimo was still worried, so she waited outside the garage.

There are other ghosts waiting.

It's just that Bai Zimo is no longer afraid of these ghosts.

When Wu Ma Cong walked out, Bai Zimo stepped forward and asked with concern, "Is Sister Xi Shi okay?"

Wuma Cong nodded and said, "Don't worry, she will be able to come out after some time of recuperation."

Then he turned his head and inspected the surrounding ghosts, and said softly, "Aren't you going to enter the gate of ghosts? You're here to prevent me from picking up girls!"

All the ghosts were trembling with fright, one by one scrambling to get into the gate of hell.

Bai Zimo saw that it was so funny, she rolled her eyes at him charmingly and said: "You Lord of Hell, why are you so angry with these little devils, they just died, and finally came here."

Many ghosts have entered the gate of hell, and they are naturally guided by black and white impermanence.

Wuma Cong smiled and took Bai Zimo's little hand back to the villa.

In the early morning of dawn, the sun shines and the earth shines.

The heaven and earth community is exceptionally quiet.

Bai Zimo couldn't sleep all night, so she didn't plan to go to the TV station today.

He wanted to ask for leave, but found out that he was the director, so he couldn't help but smile.

She dragged her somewhat tired body and wanted to go to the kitchen to make breakfast, but Wu Ma Cong hugged her from behind, a perfect princess hug.

Bai Zimo cried out in surprise: "What are you doing, someone is..."

Wuma Cong looked around and said, "Don't worry, all the ghosts won't be able to enter your villa. You haven't slept all night, come, go and rest, I'll make breakfast."

Bai Zimo smiled sweetly, let Wuma Cong carry him into the room, and put him gently on the bed.

Bai Zimo hooked Wuma Cong's neck, and gave him a deep kiss.

I wanted to take a break just now, but found that this villain didn't intend to let go...

Lang love concubine.

Spring is warm.

Like glue.

My stomach is a little hungry, but what does it matter.

Wuma Cong can be fed.

It was just daytime and the sun had just shone, and Bai Zimo was a little shy.

Wuma Cong's cell phone rang.

It is estimated that Chunyu Jianguo wanted to obtain Li Da's information.

Wu Ma Cong directly threw his mobile phone and Bai Zimo's mobile phone into the Sumeru Ring, cutting off the contact between the Sumeru Ring and the outside world.

The world is quiet now.

The red sun rises.

Scattered pieces of morning glow.

The morning glow is muddy, and Bai Zimo seems to be stabbed by a knife.

People are like split.

The dull exclamation finally turned into a trace of heat.

The sweat of summer always drips on the white floor inadvertently.

Wushan is cloudy and rainy.

Climbing and climbing giant peaks is the morning exercise that young people should have.

Wuma Cong liked to climb mountains very much.

Life is always about movement.

Past life and present life, rebirth and future life, finally returned home.

The red flowers of the setting sun illuminate the community in the sky and the earth in a different way.

Villa No. [-] was originally immersed in tranquility, but at this moment, Yin and Yang converged and dispelled the silence.

When the sun rises, it is noon.

The weather in July, especially at noon, can boil eggs.

On the bus, two people are half a meter apart, and they can feel each other's heat.

What's more, it's just a small bed.

The bed is very wronged.

After all, he has endured inhuman suffering.

The sheets are even more aggrieved.

All wet with sweat.

Sheets are also wronged.

What needs to be endured is the plum blossom red mark.

Bai Zimo couldn't open her eyes.

But she wanted to take a bath again.

Wuma Cong was satisfied, but he didn't want to take a bath.

What are you afraid of? Isn't it just sweat.

It's a little bit sticky, it doesn't matter.

Bai Zimo also let him go.

She also likes this kind of sticky porridge. Every time she misses it, she will feel the feeling of pulling the other person's skin.

The air conditioner automatically turned on its full power, which allowed Bai Zimo and Wuma Cong to sleep in each other's arms.

The air conditioner finally breathed a sigh of relief and slowly released the cold air.

There was a morning glow today, so it rained at one or two o'clock in the noon.

It seems to wash away the dullness in the world.

Wet the earth and moisten the white purple foam.

The sun has slowly turned towards the west.

Come down slowly.

The sun in the evening and the fish scales in the sunset will herald a most beautiful night.

The morning glow does not go out, the sunset travels thousands of miles.

Wu Macong thought so deeply.