The princess is the ancestor of evil

Chapter 272
Hei Ying obviously felt Wen Ku and glanced at it.

That look was malicious, even showing a bit of disgust.

It felt that Miss Wen was scolding it.

Recently, Hei Ying has been heartbroken because of a bunch of messes about his master, and the hair on the top of his head has gone bald...

It has been endowed with extraordinary talent since childhood, and has an amazing memory. It has everything from poetry to poetry, chess, calligraphy and painting.

It is completely a top tool bird.

It is precisely because of this that it is 'extremely smart' at a young age.

At this moment, the black eagle waved its wings and shouted, "Master, why don't you put away your mortal determination and let's drive the ferry away from the whirlpool first?"

It doesn't want to be a ghost.

As soon as Hei Ying finished speaking, there was another loud bang.

This time, the shock was even stronger than before, almost destroying the entire Yellow Spring.

"The house... the house..." Immediately afterwards, the baby's raving came from the other side, and it was hard to hear what it was saying unless you listened carefully.

With this blow, Wen Ku's ferry was shaken to the center of the vortex.

"Creak creak..." The ferry boat couldn't hold it at all, but it was swallowed in the blink of an eye, and it was broken into pieces.

In the current situation, everyone only cared about self-protection, so how could they care about other things.

Just don't even have time to take a look at the surrounding situation.

After all, Emperor Song was concerned about his daughter, and he was always watching the journey. Seeing the vortex of the underworld engulfed the ferry that was so dry, he almost exploded.

"Song Zhi!" He yelled, and he was about to drive his own ferry boat to save people.

Due to the wind and waves, he couldn't get close at all.

At that moment, Song Diwang's heart was chilled.

His concubine died early, and there was only such a daughter under her knees. He was the father and mother, and she fed her shit and urine. How could she say that she was gone?
If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have allowed her to share a boat with Yancheng Mojun and his wife.

Now it's all right, everyone burped their farts!
His princess who died early didn't know how she would scold him!

King Yancheng did not expect that the power of the infant spirit was several times stronger than before.

Before, it just giggled and laughed on the underworld, swallowed a few dead spirits, played with the undead on the underworld, and stirred the underworld a little.

How long has it been... It actually has the power to almost destroy the entire Yellow Springs!
Damn it, the underworld master didn't even send him a notice in advance.

Although the demon kings are all capable, they can't help but make such a toss when they are above the underworld.

Unless you give up your body and fight against it with your own soul.

But this kind of behavior is tantamount to suicide, and few idiots would do it.

Even if Emperor Song wanted to do this now, he would not be able to save his daughter.

For a moment, his heart became even colder, the hand holding the machete trembled uncontrollably, and he swore in his heart that he must catch the infant spirit.

The waves of Huangquan water are higher and higher.

When Emperor Song's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, he saw dense ghost hands stretching out from the waves of water.

Those ghost hands were bloated, turquoise, and there were holes, from which a disgusting liquid was oozing out.

Just looking at it made me sick to my stomach.

I just want to insert my own eyes when I look at it for a second time.

It's also strange that the yellow spring water has no effect on these ghost hands!
Looking at the past again, I saw that those ghost hands came out hand in hand.

Emperor Song, "..."

Even if they hold hands, they still form a ball.

Yes, a big round ball, the airtight kind!
Just rolled out of the vortex of the underworld.

The scene was eerie and frightening.

When Emperor Song saw it clearly, he saw that there were two rows of ghost hands under the ghost hand wrapped in a ball, stirring the yellow spring water crazily.

Then the ghost hand giant ball really rolled away on the Huangquan River like a ball with a whoosh sound.

It seems that the river water is hot!Run fast!

Inside the ghost hand giant ball, Song Zhi's expression was disgusting as if he had eaten a hundred flies.

The rotten stench went straight into the stomach.

On the other hand, Wen Ku stood in the hands of the ghost.

This vixen is always calm and scary.

Wen Ku was holding a black gold stick, and she was also slightly startled when the ferry was swept into Huang Quan just now, but fortunately, these ghost hands that had just been subdued can be considered useful.

Apart from the bad smell, this improvised ball boat is fine.

Oh, and the space is also a little small.

There are only more than [-] ghost hands in total, and it is already very rare to be able to wrap the three of them and a bald bird.

Song Zhi almost squeezed his whole body into Bu Wuxie's arms.

Bu Wuxie was vomiting.

I don't know if it's because I hate Song Zhi or because the taste is too disgusting.

It was the black eagle that stretched out its wings and patted Song Zhi's shoulder, saying to her, "Princess, don't get me wrong, my master definitely doesn't dislike you, he...he is seasick!"

Song Zhi, "I know."

Bu Wuxie vomited so badly that Song Zhi even took out a square handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him.

"What can you do if you have to go to such a place?"

Bu Wuxie didn't answer, he just gave Black Eagle a hard look, and blamed it for throwing himself out.

Bu Wuxie has been seasick, motion sick, and water sick since she was a child.

As long as the boat and car are not too bumpy, he is actually fine.

"You are illiterate, you don't know the way, and you are dizzy here and there. Apart from having a good-looking face, you have some use for your ass." Seeing his indifference, Song Zhi was also angry.

She suddenly couldn't understand, what did she like about Bu Wuxie's vase before?

Picture him good-looking?

Pictured him being flashy and uninteresting?
She took Fangpa back in a hurry, and handed it directly to Wen Ku, "It's not as useful as your princess!"

After finishing the words, he said to Wen Ku very attentively, "You are so tired, why don't you wipe off your sweat first?"

Pooh!Song Zhi felt sick to death of such a self in his heart.

But that hand seemed to be disobedient, and it took the initiative to move up to help Wen Ku wipe off her non-existent sweat.

Those who are warm and dry will not be rejected.

Or she didn't put her mind on it at all.

She was listening carefully to the movement outside.

The voice of the baby spirit can still be heard.

"Where is the house... blah blah... Where is the house..." The baby spirit seemed to be in a hurry, crying louder and louder.

In fact, the milky voice was originally very cute.

But there was a loud noise above Huangquan, and the whole Huangquan was filled with only this sound, swaying back and forth, which seemed very terrifying.

"What is it looking for?" Wen Ku was talking to himself.

Every time the baby spirit uttered a sound, her heart trembled violently.

"What else can the child look for, look for the mother..." Song Zhi pouted, and put the handkerchief back, she was very wronged, look, no one appreciates it, it's really annoying.

Wen Ku, "Looking for a mother..."

　Thank you Xiaoliangyuan, Ah Mo, Su Momo, the little ancestors of wjk, everyone, for the reward
　　Merry Christmas babies, good night~

　　
　
(End of this chapter)