Underworld Red Packet Group

Chapter 80 The First Intimate Contact ([-])

Chasing the soul-encumbered beauty, she struggled subconsciously a few times, but the more she struggled, the tighter the rope became, and after a while, her arms and legs lost feeling.

But Yan Luo's secret envoy didn't care about her feelings at all, and dragged her all the way towards Yan Luo.

Meimei wanted to ask, but they sealed her mouth.

The cold wind howled and cut across the cheeks, like a blade, and the irritated skin hurt.

The secret envoy of Yan Luo moved too fast, like a video played eight to sixteen times faster, before the beautiful scenery had time to see the surrounding environment clearly, and the next moment, he was thrown heavily on the ground.

"Wait here quietly, the King of Hades will come later."

The voice of the secret envoy of Yan Luo was calm and unwavering, like an eternal deep well, and nothing would cause their emotions to change and fluctuate.

Meijing struggled to get up from the ground, her arms and legs were tied, and she could only sit on the ground.

The four secret envoys lined up on both sides, looking straight ahead, as if she was transparent.

Meimei moved her body tentatively, and immediately a huge invisible force suppressed her body, making her unable to move.

She knew that it was Yama's envoy controlling her body with internal force.

All around are dark and boundless black and gold. A black figure wearing a golden fringed crown strode up to the throne in the middle. His facial features are majestic and cold, his temperament is frozen and stern, and his temperatureless black pupils gently sweep across the beautiful scenery. It made her feel shuddering.

"The King of Hades is here, and you still kneel down to greet him!" One of the secret envoys uttered a loud voice, and the next moment, he used his internal force to quickly release the rope from Mei Jing's body.

The sudden freedom made it too late for her numb limbs to react, and she lay on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

"Heh..." There was a chuckle from above, like mockery, like fun.

It is also like the disdain and playful interest shown by the king of hunting when facing the dying prey.

From Meimei's point of view, it is also a kind of superior insult.

Now that it has been exposed.

Like her personality in modern times, she would rather be beaten to death than be scared to death.

At this moment, death rather than submission is the standard match, and righteousness and fearlessness of power is the top match.

"It's just you, a little thing, who's been stirring up troubles in the netherworld recently, jumping around like crazy? Raise your head and let me take a look."

Yan Luo Wang Moyan spoke with a smile, but the laughter made Meijing's whole body shiver, an indescribably horrifying feeling.

Meijing raised her head and met Mo Yan's eyes.

The Yan Luo Wang in front of her was not the fierce and bearded look she had seen in modern dramas, but elegant and gentle as jade, with a calm and noble temperament.

"The Yirongye you bought from Yangui?" Mo Yan pointed at her face and said with a smile.

Beauty nods.

"Why don't you cry out for injustice? Anyone who is caught by the secret envoy will cry for injustice at the top of his lungs immediately! Little boy, you don't play cards according to common sense!"

Mo Yan shook her head, as if she didn't like the beautiful scenery very much.

"Is it useful to cry for grievances? Did those who complained leave here alive in the end?" Meimei asked in a deep voice.

Mo Yan was startled, then burst out laughing.

"Hehe... Isn't it a standard procedure to appeal for grievances? If you don't follow the procedure, it will be difficult to carry out the projects under this king."

Mo Yan looked at the beautiful scenery with interest.

Meijing moved her numb legs and said coldly,
"Then you can go directly to the second process!" Want her to cooperate with him in calling for grievances?dream!
"Since you are so special, why not do it backwards today, frying first, then steaming, then knife mountain and tongue pulling. In the end, I will give you time to complain, how about it?"

After Mo Yan finished speaking, she raised her hand and stroked her chin, as if she was especially merciful to the beautiful scenery.

(End of this chapter)