Matriarch is Pretty and Cool

When all the wicked people in the prison heard this voice, their expressions tightened, and they rushed into the open space, not even fighting or fighting.

The wicked person sleeping in his bed heard that voice, and even before his clothes and pants were worn, he stumbled and ran outside.

Hua Ling, the head of the prison of the wicked island.

The most feared existence in the entire villain's island is frightening.

Hearing that his master is still a god, of course there is the possibility that the prison head brags about it, but the prison head is definitely not good.

Who can be imprisoned in the island of the villain, who does not have dozens of lives? They are all heinous fanatics. But in front of Hua Ling, everyone has to be like a chicken.

In just ten seconds, everyone was gathered.

Hua Ling didn't know where he got out a pitch-black long whip, standing on a high platform more than ten meters away with his hands on his chest, coldly looking down at the group of villains, "report the number."

"Chuchu Universe is the most beautiful, there is no limit to the appearance of the face!"

"Grandma Chu Chuzu is the cutest, everyone loves the first place!"

"Chu Chu's ancestor's favorite disciple is Lingling!"

"..."

One by one, wicked people from all over the world rushed forward, speaking very unfluent Chinese, reporting the numbers frantically, for fear that they would be served by the prison head with a whip.

Wuming stood beside Hua Ling, his lips twitching.

Wuming smiled and asked, "Master of the prison, are you killing chickens and monkeys?"

Hua Ling played with the long whip in his hand. When he turned sideways, the rose medal on his shoulder swayed gently in the sun. It was very dazzling and beautiful. Hua Ling smiled and said, "Just warn you not to make trouble for me."

An anonymous smile: "I don't think you want to warn me later."

Hua Ling raised her eyebrows, somewhat puzzled by the newcomer's nonsense.

As the prison head of the villain’s island, he has always been wicked to please him, and only those who can help deliver letters to him.

Last time I asked a Chinese monk named Zhao Tianfang to deliver the letter. I don't know if it was delivered. There has been no reply from the master, which always makes him feel that Zhao Tianfang has been smashed.

On the open ground, the praise of "Chu Chu" became less and less, until finally there was no sound.

Hua Ling frowned and said solemnly: "There are fewer people!"

He could hear all the words they shouted just now, and the number of counts was a little less.

The wicked man in the clearing suddenly panicked.

"Head of prison, everyone is here!"

"Yeah, yeah, Master Prisoner, I just digged a hole and shit, and I rushed over after half-pulling it off."

"Who dares not to gather? Master prisoner, we are innocent!"

"..."

Hua Ling glanced at the nameless who was calm and calm on his side, feeling bad in his heart, frowning and shouting: "Report the count again!"

It is also the voice of praise for "Chu Chu". On this villain island, the wicked can joke with the head of the prison when Hua Ling is in a good mood, but this "Chu Chu" grandma can never desecrate!

The words of praise for the roll call cannot be duplicated.

These villains, apart from torture and fight, the most common thing they do is to give praise to the grandmother Chu Chu, who has never met, or else the prisoner will suddenly name her next time and they have nothing to say.

Reported again.

Hua Ling's expression became ugly. He held a whip and jumped off a ten-meter high platform and rushed into the crowd.

A group of wicked people were so scared that they screamed, frantically scattered in all directions.

Hua Ling looked around in the crowd, looking sullenly towards the rest of the villain's island. After ten minutes, he stopped, his expression extremely ugly:

"It's a hell, how many people are missing? Where did they go?"

Wuming slowly walked up from behind and said indifferently: "Congratulations, Lord Prisoner, they should have escaped from the island."