Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Yunqing let Xia Qingluo understand. He tightened his thin lips and held Xia Qingluo's hand. "Are you going to waste the dead city?"

"If you are still a little human, please help me look after my parents." Xia Qingluo shook off his hand and said hoarsely.

She knew she was angry.

However, she could not calm her anger.

She opened the door of the underworld and flew in without looking back.

Yunqing darkened her eyes, shook her fist, and felt the closer and closer tripartite law enforcers and immortal practitioners in the human world.

He had to take the bodies of Xia Fu and Xia Mu to the sea market.

Yunqing asked Xia Fu and Xia Mu to take a pill to keep their body intact, then found a good book for next year and sent it to Nian's private hospital in Haishi. If Xia Fu and Xia Mu survive, this is also the best way not to be known by the outside world.

Then, Yunqing hurriedly flew to the underworld.

At this time, Xia Qingluo was walking in the dead city of the underworld, holding a cane whip and looking for it carefully.

There is a lot of resentment here.

There are many wronged souls.

The emotions here are negative. Xia Qingluo is already full of sadness and anger. At this time, it is even more affected.

And the anger in her eyes became more and more intense.

Not for a while, surrounded by a lot of dead souls.

Some of these souls remember their hatred, some have forgotten it, but the souls eroded by hatred are almost black.

Some have no shape and are rolling like a cloud of smoke.

These ghosts are floating around Xia Qingluo far or near.

Some tried to devour her.

These ghosts did not do evil, but were harmed by evil men. The punishment of hell does not include them.

The whole city is an ancient array, which can absorb the hostility of ghosts.

Only after the anger is released here, the soul can go to reincarnation.

This is the meaning of the dead city.

And there are naturally guarded underworld law enforcers here.

Suddenly, a group of ghosts stopped Xia Qingluo's way.

Xia Qingluo took a look. There was no shadow of her parents.

She walked in the other direction.

Those ghosts also followed. Although Xia Qingluo had hostility, because it was the reincarnation of God, her breath was the favorite of hostility and the one she wanted to swallow.

As soon as Xia Qingluo looked back, the divine consciousness was released, and the ghosts stopped in place, but they didn't leave. Instead, they gathered more and more.

At this time, a team of underworld law enforcers came in front.

The leader was a young man with a ferocious face. He frowned and looked at Xia Qingluo, "you are the soul. How do you enter the dead city?"

Xia Qingluo tightened her eyebrows, held the cane whip, and slowly opened her mouth, "I'm looking for my parents."

"There are no new souls coming in these two days. I hope you can leave quickly." the law enforcer warned seriously, "otherwise, you will be swallowed up by these fierce ghosts, and the Pluto will not save you."

"Is there really no soul entering?"

"Yes," said the young law enforcer impatiently.

Xia Qingluo didn't believe it, so she turned and walked in the other direction.

Law enforcers feel that they are very polite today, but the human soul remains the same and does not pay attention to him.

So he waved his hand to the Yin soldier behind him, "catch this soul and throw it into hell." he stared at Xia Qingluo and sneered, "since you like the underworld, don't go."