Cute girl Shura

Chapter 411
Hearing this, Mo Qinmo's palms trembled, and the jug fell, making a crisp shattering sound.

Looking back, Luo Yiyi's face had already blushed, and now seeing him looking back at her, she was even more ashamed and annoyed, she turned around abruptly, and ran out of the Temple of Death.

"Lord Death God, King Shura ordered the younger one to come and report that it's almost time. I want you to change into this clothes first, and then go to the Shura Hall to wait."

Outside, a ghost messenger came in carrying a black tray, on which were neatly folded groom's clothes.

"Go down."

"Yes."

In the hall, Mo Quin's hand, which was at the end of his lap, was quietly clenched and pulled into a ball.

*
Du Yao's residence is already decorated with lights and festoons, and everything is flourishing.

This is the most solemn wedding in the underworld since the history of the underworld.

All over the underworld, ghost messengers are running to tell each other that on Du Niang's big day, all souls can ask for a glass of wine.

But here, the real protagonist is still unconscious.

"Xi Xi, my lord, it's been a day, are you going to be too harsh?"

Yesterday, Miscanthus saw with her own eyes that Xixi knocked Du Yao unconscious, and then healed her with spells, urging her to search for her past memories, but for some reason, she was just in a coma, and Miss Du was still unconscious after a day.

"I don't know, anyway, it's according to the Pharmacopoeia." Xi Xi squatted on the couch Du Yao was lying on with her chin propped, her face almost twisted into a ball.

Du Yao's face on the couch was already pale and dull, dense sweat gathered on her forehead, and her thin eyebrows were furrowed, as if she was going through some kind of catastrophe.

In her mind, there are many lost fragments flashing, Happy Kingdom, Elven Kingdom, Weiyang Kingdom, Heaven, Underworld, everything in total, intertwined with joys and sorrows, finally seeped into her tears, and slowly slipped from the corners of her eyes .

"Miscanthus, mother is crying! Come and see!" Xixi shouted in surprise.

Miscanthus strode forward, looked down, and saw that Miss Du was indeed crying.

"Xixi, hurry up and see how she is doing now!" Miscanthus said hastily.

Xixi picked up Duyao's hand, just touched the pulse, and was suddenly bounced away by a powerful Shura force.

"what--"

"Xixi, what's wrong with you?" Miscanthus stepped forward to help Xixi who fell down, wondering why she sat on the ground by herself.

"Mother... Mother seems to be waking up..."

Such a strong Shura power, a power that even she couldn't touch, it is conceivable that the spiritual power in Mother's body is full, but why couldn't she touch Mother's hand just now?

She stared blankly at her trembling fingers just now, and when she looked at Du Yao again, she saw her eyelashes trembling slightly.

"Miss Du?"

Miscanthus tried to call out a few times, but there was still no response.

"The little one is ordered by King Shura to invite Du Niang!"

At this moment, a ghost messenger asked for instructions from outside the door.

Miscanthus and Xixi looked at each other, and the two hurriedly hid in the dark.The ghost outside the door did not wait for a long time to respond, so he walked in boldly.

"The little one is ordered by King Shura to invite Du Niang!"

With trembling lips and teeth, he walked in a few more steps and said these words repeatedly.

Suddenly, a gust of dark wind blew up from the ground, and before the image of the ghost messenger approached Du Yao's bed, he saw two red lights shooting towards the gray wall above his head, and the source of the light was Du Yao's eyes.

"Ah——! Please tell Du Niang, I have been ordered to invite Du Niang to go to the Shura Hall!" The ghost messenger was startled by this strange scene, and quickly knelt down to explain his purpose again.

Du Yao sat up straight, her eyes darkened with blood, her red armour, which grew to half her fingers, instantly lost its color, and was replaced by a plum red Shura robe.

The tightly closed lips are not pointless and red, and the hair is naturally pulled up in a tall bun, noble and glamorous.

Unexpectedly, this trip to the Kingdom of Heaven would cause her cultivation base to increase sharply and her Shura power to skyrocket. According to her skill at this time, she would defy all sentient beings, and it would be no problem to unify the Three Realms.

But her father is the Shura King of a realm, no matter how sharp she is, she still wants to give him face as an old man.

"What day is today?"

There was a turbid breath in her voice, which made people shudder.

"Hui Du...Du Niang, today is the day of your dark marriage with Lord Death God."

The ghost messenger seemed to be frightened by the scene in front of him, and trembled when he spoke.

Hearing this, Du Yao kept her eyes fixed, stretched out her finger, and pointed at the door, "Get lost!"

"Yes... yes! Get lost, little one!"

The ghost messenger's feet seemed to be oiled, and he ran out desperately.

Just when his ghost image was about to disappear around the corner, a scream was heard, and the ghost image disappeared instantly...

On Du Yao's cold and beautiful face, a pair of blood-dropped eyes froze in one place, and then she opened her hands expressionlessly and flew out.

Xixi and Miscanthus, who were originally hiding, have already petrified in the dark.

After a long time, I heard Miscanthus trilling, "Xixi, what's wrong with your mother?"

"She... I don't know either." Xixi lowered her head, could the scary woman just now be her mother?
"Let's go, let's follow her!" Miscanthus felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly dragged Xixi to chase her out.

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Shura Temple

All the ghosts come to worship, and the demons come to congratulate.

Even in the human world, anyone who knows some psychic skills comes here to express their congratulations.

"To King Shura, before and after the Dao of Reincarnation, surrounded by heavenly soldiers and generals, the god of death, Youshan, has not yet returned. The god of death, Mo Qinmo, is on his way."

A ghost messenger in a black robe knelt down and reported to the man on the ten thousand steps.

"Is Mu Zishen here?"

"……not yet."

King Shura's brows froze slightly, the hour is almost here, since he sent troops, he still hasn't shown up yet?
"The God of Death is finally here!"

Following a report, Mo Quin, wearing a groom's attire, stumbled into the Asura Hall.

Those who passed by him could smell the smell of alcohol coming from him.

Everyone watched him walking into the hall in a daze, neither saying hello to King Shura, nor greeting other living beings.

"Mo Qinmo, what's your situation?" King Shura's face quickly became sullen.

Mo Qinmo just kept walking until he reached the stairs leading to the upper throne, then stopped and knelt down, "Death God Mo Qinmo, I implore King Shura to take it back!"

"How is this going?"

"Why are you so drunk..."

Everyone started talking and pointing at Mo Momo who kept kowtowing on the ground.

"Mo Mo, what are you doing?!" King Shura was furious and stood up from his chair.

"The God of Death, Mo Qin Mo, implore King Shura to take back his life!"

There was already a patch of blue on Mo Qinmo's forehead, but he was still relentless, and only this sentence came out of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)