Madame is as charming as a flower

Chapter 1871 I'm sorry, I went to the underworld to redeem my sins. 5
"You should go to hell!"

Fu Yuejun's tone suddenly became gloomy and cold, as if frozen thousands of miles away, the knife in his hand plunged into Duan Siyan's chest.

With a plop, the heart left his chest.

It fell at her feet, and blood dripped down her hands, and she could feel the temperature of the blood.

Without hesitation, Fu Yuejun crushed Duan Siyan's heart with one kick when he was still breathing his last breath, but his eyes were still open, and his soul had not left.

The figures of the two disappeared in the dungeon in an instant.

As for Duan Siyan, his eyeballs moved a little, a tear trickled down from the corner of his eyes, his thin lips moved, and he uttered a sentence tremblingly: "I'm sorry, I went to the underworld to make amends..."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gust of wind around him, and several figures appeared in the dungeon.

The two leaders are black and white impermanence.

The two held iron chains and mourning sticks in their hands, and an extremely cold aura came from them, and Hei Wuchang asked forcefully: "You are the one who made His Royal Highness the Young Emperor suffer so much?"

Bai Wuchang's face was pale, and he stared at Duan Siyan lifelessly with his eyes, before he said after a long while, "I have pity on His Highness Young Emperor and that one, because of you bastard, you want to change your life against the sky."

"I don't know why Pluto didn't let you die earlier."

As Fu Yuejun said, good people can't have a good death, but in the end bad people do have a good death. It's ridiculous to think about it.

Originally, for a person as sinful as Duan Siyan, he would definitely die in the next life, but since Young Master Xuanyuan later ordered him to be sent directly to the eighteenth level of hell, there is no afterlife.

Duan Siyan's soul was hooked out by Black and White Wuchang, and he looked at the dozens of underworld servants including Black and White Wuchang, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What... what Young Emperor..."

Hei Wuchang gave a deep and strange smile, and said slowly: "The mortal woman you are talking about, Fu Yuejun, is my Highness Young Emperor who is supreme in the underworld, who is ordered by the heavens, who is in charge of the underworld, and who respects the three realms!"

"Do you know what kind of existence my young emperor is?" Bai Wuchang took over the conversation, and looked at Duan Siyan mockingly: "It is the god in your mouth! She is a god, the master of thousands of gods!"

He frowned and stared at Duan Siyan: "I don't know what's going on in your head. Being able to get close to His Highness the Young Emperor of my family is all a blessing from your hundred generations of cultivation. Unexpectedly, you abandoned her!"

"But it's a good thing you got close to her, otherwise you would really have died!"

Bai Wuchang knew that the Buddha Spirit was in charge of the gods and the fate of all things, and that she was the young emperor of the underworld. The matter of life and death was closely related to the number of lives of all people, even if it was recorded in the book of life and death when Duan Siyan died.

But once he got close to the Buddha spirit, Duan Siyan's fate would be affected.

Duan Siyan's eyes were dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but his lips trembled violently, and there was no emotion on his face.

It turns out...she is actually the extremely noble young emperor of the underworld...

Bai Wuchang waved his hands and shouted: "Brothers, call it a day and go back to the Underworld!"

There are quite a lot of souls wandering from the land of Jingchu today, and the errands who came out of the underworld have only finished their busy work until now, and it is time to take Duan Siyan back to be punished.

After leaving the Jin's dungeon, there was rain and snow in the air.

Fu Yuejun reached out to catch a handful of snow, and the snowflakes mixed with the rain quickly melted in her palm. She murmured: "I always feel that these heroic spirits have rested in peace."

(End of this chapter)