This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

Qiong Yu flicked his sleeves to block, so he was not angry.

"Son !!"

"Aiya, don't blame Yu Zun for his anger, it's really that there is something in this Hades Hall today, the smell is weird, and it's smoky under this nose, it's terrible."

Zidu smiled for a while, and another series of sneezes hit Qiongyu.

Qiong Yu sleeves, more angry and unstormizes.

"You sneeze enough!"

"Enough is enough!" Zi Du blew his nose and looked at her with a smile, but his eyes were full of ridicule: "I'm here to speak for the king."

Zidu said, clearing his throat and imitating Xiao Jue's tone:

"The underworld is a realm of tranquility, not a fireworks and willow lane in the world.

These flowers violently becomes surpass butterflies, dirty air, smoked human eye, is difficult to come out to see Yu Zun you ... ah, autumn - "

The child is another sneeze.

Qiong Yu's expression was extremely difficult to see.

Surear wave butterfly? !

Dirtyness? !

Beibei this is her? !

"How unreasonable, how dare you not take this deity in your eyes? This deity has to-"

"How do you do?"

The man's cold voice resounded in the hall.

Like a huge boulder suddenly pressing on Qiong Yu's heart, endless pressure suddenly hit.

Qiong Yu only felt two shoulders, and the heart was sorry.

There was still no sign of the other party on the Nether Throne.

Suddenly, black air permeated all around her.

In the blink of an eye, the green shades under the foot of Joan feathers were all withered, and the color butterfly fell, and it was a dead ash inch.

Zidu brushed his sleeves, and a cool breeze rolled up in the hall, blowing all the black ashes out.

An invisible barrier appeared in front of Qiong Yu, blocking the cold wind wrapped in black ash.

As for the immortals she brought on this trip, all of them were blown out of the hall by the gust of wind.

The monks grew asyed.

That cheap, not to mention more energetic.

"It can be considered to blow out some dirty things."

Some?

The black gray and the fairy are all blown away, and there is still Qiong Yu still stand, this is not a Qiong Yu is a dirty thing?

Qiong Yu's body trembled, I have long wanted to attack, but there is an invisible pressure to oppress her and let her not move.

She knew that the divine pressure came from... Beiyin!

That man has obviously lost his Divine Rune, so why is his power so powerful? !

Qiong Yu was shameful.

Both suddenly fell in the Queen's Throne, and high-tech: "Debut is going, welcome Wang Shangyu."

"Congratulations to the king!"

On the two sides of the temple, the long-awaited land, a sudden sound, all people brush and half squatting.

The wind is shocked, and it is pleasing.

A shadow appeared on the Queen's throne, the silver hair, if the face is cold, the cold looks down, no half a sense of emotion.

Zidu cast a mocking glance at Qiongyu, lowered his head, and silently retreated to Wangjie's side.

Qiong Yu met those golden eyes, and for some reason, her breathing was trembling.

Speaking of which, she really hadn't seen Xiao Jue for a long time.

Five hundred years ago, when she and He Shu came back, Xiao Jue donated the remaining half of the Divine Runes in order to save Yun Chao, and most of his own flesh and spirit died.

At that time, he was weaker than ever.

After that, Qiong Yu sat firmly in the position of the Supreme Being in the Immortal Realm and never met Xiao Jue again.

The news about him is also heard from the eyeliner.

But how long has it been... How did his strength recover to such a degree? !

Once, he has no patty!

Xiao Jue looked down at the bottom with a cold expression, and begrudgingly said, "What's the matter?!"

Qiong Yu returned to his senses, looked up at the top, and felt resentful.

But she didn't show too much embarrassment on her face, she raised her head and said, "Is this the way the underworld treats guests?"

"The emperor wants the deity to look up to his honor and talk about it?"

Xiao Jue's eyes gradually became cold, his lips were slightly raised, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

"According to your wishes, do you want to be invited to the seat?"

"You are the emperor of the underworld, and the deity is the supreme **** of the immortal world, so you should be on an equal footing." Qiong Yu raised his head.

The smile on Xiao Jue's face suddenly became obvious.

"It's really rude to say so, so I asked Yu Zun to take the seat and go to the side of the lonely one, how?"

Qiong Yu's eyes moved slightly, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

"Master Yu, please." Zidu made a gesture of invitation from the side of the steps.

Qiong Yu snorted and walked up the steps step by step.

She stared at Xiao Jue intently, and the closer she got to him, the stronger the aura that made her heart palpitate.

She could feel that Xiao Jue's strength had recovered a lot from the beginning.

Qiong Yu pursed her lips, why is this man so strong? !

Whether it was in the Great Desolation, or now! Even if the Divine Rune was taken away, his power still seemed to be inexhaustible.

No wonder Crane Comb is going crazy trying to get this man!

A gleam of greed flashed in Qiong Yu's eyes, and he suddenly became jealous of Yin Chi.

Not to mention the power of Beiyin, it's just his appearance...

Even if Liu Xie is somewhat similar to him, it is only a few points. The closer he gets, the more careful he is, and Qiong Yu can understand the difference between clouds and mud.

Soon, Qiong Yu went to the bodies of Xiao.

Xiao Jue was still sitting on the Nether Throne, his posture changed from Duan Fang. He leaned against the back of the chair, his long legs folded, his index fingers interlaced on his knees, and he looked at her with a half-smile.

Suddenly.

Qiong Yu felt that the pressure that had been on her body earlier had disappeared.

She took a deep breath, and a charming smile appeared on her face.

"We parted five hundred years ago, and it's been a long time since we saw each other. Speaking of which, we are all old friends who came together during the prehistoric years, and we shouldn't be like this."

Qiongyu's posture was a little more lazy. She didn't see any other seats beside Xiao Jue, so she simply made a chair and placed it opposite Xiao Jue's throne to sit face to face with him.

Qiong Yu leaned forward slightly, his toes hooked lightly on Xiao Jue's ankle.

"Brother Beiyin, do you think what little sister said is right?"

Xiao Jue looked at her lightly without squinting.

The foot that was touching her foot was slowly lowered, and the lower jaw was slightly raised, but what he said was:

"I'm sorry."

Ok?

Qiong Yu raised doubts in his heart, what do you regret?

"You better get off."

The foot that Xiao Jue put down suddenly lifted up and kicked Qiongyu's chair.

At that moment, Qiongyu felt the pressure that disappeared reappear, binding her hands and feet.

In an instant, she couldn't break free, her body became unbalanced, and she followed the chair and was kicked down the ten thousand steps of the king's steps.

A burst of bang bang dong dong.

She rolled down the steps like a rolling gourd, and fell directly into the hall to become a dog eating shit.

All the fairy images flew out of the sky.

The unkempt hair is completely a crazy woman, and there are black marks on his face that I don't know how many steps are printed.

"Bei Yin!!" Qiong Yu almost fainted in anger.

On the Nether Throne, Xiao Jue suddenly covered his mouth and nose and frowned.

"Zidu, call the wind."

The emperor said lightly: "It smells like shit."