The real daughter calculates with her fingers, she will become rich after the divorce

Black and white impermanence floated out of the door, with an unusually anxious expression on his face.

Can they not be in a hurry? What if Meng Xingluan really goes to the underworld a little later?

"Master Meng, we are here!"

Bai Wuchang rushed to the front. He said: "Master Meng, we have already told the King of Hell about your master, Taoist Master Qingxu, but the result... may not be satisfactory."

At the end, Bai Wuchang's voice was almost lost.

He carefully observed the changes in the expression on Meng Xingluan's face, but unfortunately he couldn't see any information after watching for a long time.

Meng Xingluan is not a happy person.

and so……

It makes the ghost even more frightened!

Meng Xingluan raised his eyes and said, "What did the King of Hell say?"

Bai Wuchang tilted his head and Hei Wuchang looked at each other, trying to avoid each other. In the end, Bai Wuchang had the courage to repeat all the words of the King of Hell.

"The King of Hell said that China's laws have laws and regulations, and the underworld naturally has its own set of rules. He can't accommodate Taoist Master Qingxu's situation. The Taoist Master still carries the cause and effect of many people on his body, so he should not be able to enter reincarnation."

Therefore, the final destination of Taoist Master Qingxu may be to be a lonely ghost, or maybe... to be a slave in the underworld.

They didn't dare to say anything too harsh.

After all, they can't afford to offend Meng Xingluan!

Meng Xingluan remained silent, while Taoist Master Qingxu looked as if he was not too sad. If he really had to use one word to describe his expression at this moment, relief would be more appropriate.

He had already taken life and death lightly.

Metaphysics masters never predict their own affairs, but Taoist Master Qingxu had a premonition that he would end up like this.

"Luanluan..."

As soon as Taoist Priest Qingxu shouted these two words, Meng Xingluan suddenly summoned the Evil Killing Sword.

The long sword was held in the woman's hand, and by the faint light next to it, Meng Xingluan's beautiful face was completely occupied by frost at this moment.

Under the curled eyelashes is a pair of dark and calm eyes.

"Did he really say that?"

A cold voice asked calmly.

Black and White Wuchang shivered subconsciously, "Yes..."

They probably didn’t repeat the wrong meaning.

The King of Hell did indeed say these things. Even if you gave them a hundred courages, they would not dare to slander and fabricate lies at will.

"Step aside."

Meng Xingluan said to Black and White Wuchang blocking the door to the underworld.

The woman looked like she was going to fight.

Black and White Wuchang couldn't help but start to wonder if Meng Xingluan and the King of Hell were fighting, who would be better?

Seeing that the two ghosts did not move, Meng Xingluan directly slashed them horizontally with the Evil Killing Sword.

The black and white impermanence spread to both sides, making way for the middle.

There was a dark wind in the small courtyard, and the dead branches and leaves on the ground were swept into the air. The black hair was messy, and the ends of the hair cut through the quiet night.

Taoist Priest Qingxu quickly floated over to stop him.

"Luanluan, don't be impulsive..."

But Meng Xingluan couldn't listen at all.

Black and White Wuchang also reacted quickly at this time, and they quickly followed to stop him.

"Master Meng, impulsiveness is the devil!"

"Master Meng, we, we can discuss it again! If you go in rashly, what if the King of Hell won't let go? Bai Wuchang and I know him very well. He has a sharp mouth and a soft heart..."

Meng Xingluan's head hurt from their noise.

Her pretty brows furrowed, "I don't have that much patience to wait. If he doesn't let go? I can hit him until he lets go."

Black and white impermanence: "..."

Is this the arrogant and arrogant tone of the boss?

Taoist Priest Qingxu: "..."

I haven’t seen him for a long time, but his eldest disciple is still as unruly and unruly as ever.

He can even say the words to beat the King of Hell!

Taoist priest Qingxu didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

The two sides were in a stalemate.

Seeing the sky getting brighter and brighter, Meng Xingluan's last trace of patience was about to run out.

At this critical moment, the deep whirlpool suddenly surged crazily, and the wind blew harder than before.

Meng Xingluan raised his arms to block the wind and half-squinted his eyes.

I saw a figure that was taller than Black and White Wuchang walking out of it. At the same time, Black and White Wuchang respectfully shouted, "King of Hell." '

The identity of the other party is now self-evident.

Taoist Master Qingxu and Meng Xingluan stood on the same side, facing the boss of the underworld, and they were very vigilant in their hearts.

Meng Xingluan clenched the Evil Killing Sword, straightened his back, and looked indifferently at the direction of the King of Hell.

The King of Hell does not exist as a soul, but has a substantial body. If you get closer, you can feel the biting coldness.

"Are you Meng Xingluan?"

The King of Hell is tall and burly, but his face is extremely contrasting.

He is very handsome and profound.

In the real world, he is also a man who can be an idol.

This is the first time Meng Xingluan meets the current King of Hell.

The people I met before were all from the previous one, and it has been a long, long time.

"I was just going to find you."

Meng Xingluan hummed for a moment before adding another sentence.

Of course the King of Hell knew what the other party was looking for. After all...he was not deaf!

Meng Xingluan is definitely the first in history to openly say that he will be beaten to submission!

How arrogant!

But...he's not here to fight.

He's here to make a deal.

"Let's talk alone?"

The King of Hell said these four words seriously.

Both Black and White were stunned.

Only Taoist Master Qingxu saw through the trick.

He said to Meng Xingluan: "Don't agree to any unreasonable requests. Master doesn't want you to do anything to hurt yourself because of me."

"I understand, master."

Meng Xingluan and the King of Hell chose a quiet place to talk.

Looking at the disappearing figures of the two men, Black and White Wuchang quickly floated to the left and right to Taoist Priest Qingxu.

"Taoist Master."

The two voices overlapped.

Taoist Master Qingxu remained calm and calm on the surface.

"Taoist Priest, we two brothers have a question that we would like to ask you."

"Oh? Please speak."

"How did you find such an unbelievable talent as the master? Or where else can you find it? We brothers have no other intention, we just want to cultivate a successor..."

Meng Xingluan's incredible level was not only spread within the industry, but even the ghosts in the underworld knew about it.

As her master, Taoist Priest Qingxu's vanity was filled to the brim.

Let me ask, who wouldn’t want to have a disciple like this?

The three Ah Piao have been waiting in the small courtyard.

In order to pass the time, Black and White Wuchang chatted directly with Taoist Priest Qingxu.

Finally, half an hour later, Meng Xingluan and the King of Hell came back.

The atmosphere between the two seems to be very harmonious, and there should be no conflicts.

Taoist Master Qingxu floated over and asked worriedly: "Luan Luan, did he make things difficult for you?"

"Master, don't worry, the King of Hell and I hit it off right away."

When Meng Xingluan said this, there was a light smile in her eyes. She looked at the translucent Taoist Priest Qingxu, recalling all the previous events, and subconsciously curled her fingers.

She said: "Master, how do you feel about serving in the underworld?"