Jiuyue stood in front of them, a large pile of paper with ugly handwriting cluttered in front of her, after she finished speaking she looked at them with a serious look, a look that hoped that you would not be ungrateful, and obediently cooperate with me in good faith to restore the glory of the Underworld together.　　"At that time, when I become the Lord of the Underworld Kingdom, I will make you a Divine Magistrate and appoint you as a Heavenly Monarch. At that time, whenever one of your loved ones dies, I'll help you fish her out." Nine Specters proposed in a spirited manner, "In the future, we'll just rely on this place to be bullies, and no one will be able to control us!"　　Ning looked at Jiuyue for a long time and said, "Although the spirit has no boundaries, the places that the outside world can reach are much, much more open than the Underworld, so even if we go out, where are we going to find authority for you?"　　Jiuyue thought about it and cheered, "The

Ning Xiaoling flopped softly on Siwei's shoulder, her upright, triangular ears fluttering pinkly as she breathed.　　Her nine tails were large and soft, looking fluffy and fluttering gently like cloud fluff, the four paws of the snow-treading softly resting on both sides of SiShi's fragrant shoulders, her round pupils full of weak and begging for mercy, seemingly hoping that this demon lord who was caressing his own body could let himself go.　　But this demoness didn't have the slightest intention of letting Ning Xiaoling go.　　She gently rubbed the soft fur around her neck and smiled, "Are you happy with the body, Little Age?"　　Ning Xiaoling thought to herself that if she had known that there was such a big weakness in her tail, she definitely wouldn't have wanted to drill in. Whether I'm satisfied or not is another story, but it seems to me that you're all quite satisfied with it　　Ning Xiaoling wanted to cry without tears, thinking to herself how she

As New Year's Eve approached, the disciples of the Ancient Spirit Sect had dispersed one after another. In the original large Divine Sect, the older generation of cultivators had already died in the previous tragic disaster in the Underworld Hall, and now the entire sect was even more lifeless.　　Yujin's home wasn't far away, so she lingered for a few more days.　　The young girl was equipped with the sword of an inner disciple, and two servants stood behind her, carrying her bulging bag for her. The carriage was ready at the entrance, waiting to depart at any time.　　Yu Jin stood on the drawbridge leading to the Nine Specters Hall and looked away for a while.　　Ning Xiaoling's figure never appeared.　　As she turned back, she noticed a small fox staring at her from the woods.　　She recognized the beautiful spirit fox, which she could see happily hopping around outside from time to time during her classes at Wood Hall.　　Yu Jin originally thou

"It's her?" Lu Married looked at this sudden scene and was also taken aback.　　However, after careful consideration, it is also reasonable, such a nature of Simin, will certainly choose not to wear a mask when everyone is wearing a mask, and then walk to you in front of you in a big way to fool you.　　It was her cunning device and her fatal loophole.　　"What are you doing, sir?"　　The maid gently cried out in pain, her words trying to maintain calm: "There are rules in the building, if you want to be accompanied by a songstress, you can talk to the steward, but if you break the rules, no matter where the bigwigs are, you can be expelled from the building."　　Ning looked at her for a long time and said, "Still pretending?"　　"What are you pretending? Sir, there is still room for maneuver in this matter, if you don't let go," the maid maintained her demeanor and gently cautioned.　　Lu Married suddenly raised her head and looked at the roof of

Between the buildings that looked like a mountain city, the high tower emitted a glittering golden light, and the white-clothed boy picked up the steps, his steps following the winding staircase, leading to the highest place of the Heavenly Ranking.　　The eyes of the crowd fell upon him, and words were drawn from him.　　A young boy with a childish face held a pocket attic in his hands as he looked at this white-clothed boy and gently shook his head.　　"Senior brother, can you tell how deep he is?" Beside the little boy, a small and delicate little girl asked.　　The little boy said, "I saw his eyebrows, so I shook my head."　　The little girl asked, "What happened to this gentleman's eyebrows? His eyebrows are very clear."　　"Superficial." The young boy coldly said, "There is frost and snow between his eyebrows. When he comes with a sword, he can't even do a good job of protecting his body with aura, so how can he be a match for young master xiao Qi