This woman of mixed blood was seen in the hall two days ago.
Although it is not clear what the other party's identity is, Qin Yuyi knows that her level in the underground is certainly not low.
When she first came to the underworld, she was still in a dreamlike state of mind. However, she gradually accepted the fact that she really came to the headquarters of the underworld through the adjustment of her mentality of staying at home these two days.
After waiting for Li futu to go out, she came to the bedside and took off her clothes, leaving only her underwear.
Under the light, that pair of delicate body, such as a pearl halo, beautiful jade Ying light, white dazzling.
However, this beautiful scene can only be seen by the same female.
Yin flower look without fluctuation, carrying the box also sat on the bed.
The box opened and filled with a piece of leather, which was filled with rows of sharp silver needles!
"It may be painful. Bear with it."
Qin Yi nodded without fear.
Outside the room, Li futu closes the door. Hei Wuchang's seemingly joking words come to mind again, and his eyes can't help showing a trace of worry.
Although the news spread constantly, he believed that Mengpo would receive it, but at this time he had to worry about another possibility.
What if Mengpo receives the news but doesn't come back?
Although the message only said that he had urgent business to find Mengpo, and did not disclose the specific situation, it does not mean that no one will tell Mengpo.
For example, at the moment in the room for Qin Yuyi to contain the poison of Yin falling flowers.
About himself and Mengpo, the vast majority of people in the prefecture kept silent, but a few of them had a very clear attitude.
One is horse noodles.
One is the punishment department.
Li futu breathes out his breath gently, and then asks him to go out to find Mengpo. It must be too late. At this time, he can only hope that Mengpo can understand the general situation.
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Europe.
The length of Miluo River can be ranked in the top ten.
The rolling river is lined with tall trees.
There is a big tree, I don't know whether it is because of the storm or for some reason. It doesn't grow upward, but presents a curved arc, and the thick trunk crosses over the river.
At the moment, on the tree trunk, someone stood light, with a head of enchanting purple hair flying all over the sky with the roaring river wind.
The river under her feet is narrow, so the river will become very turbulent.
"Sark, I just didn't mean to intrude. You have come all the way from Egypt. I have to admit that you are really patient."
She looked across the bank and sighed softly.
On the shore, a figure followed.
"Whether intentionally or unintentionally, you have disturbed the sleep of the Pharaon. Mengpo, come back with me and ask for the Pharaon's forgiveness!"
The man was wearing a dark brown robe with his hands tucked in his sleeves and extremely complicated lines on his back neck.
"Sak, it's just a dead bone. Even the flesh has completely rotted. That's what you call the immortal Pharaoh?"
The purple haired woman has a soft smile.
"Religion is really just a tool for enslaving thoughts. If your Pharaon is really as great as he believes in, I should have been punished for breaking into his graveyard, and you should have hunted him for thousands of miles? Is the world stupid? Are you stupid, too? "
"Blaspheme against the Pharaon, the crime should be punished!"
Sak drank deeply, with a kind of thunder like prestige. Then, ignoring the rapid flow of water in front of him, he stepped forward firmly.
Miluo River, there was an incredible scene!
On the turbulent River, some people walk on the waves!
Meng Po was not surprised. She even showed pity in her strange purple eyes.
Sark.
The name is plain.
But he is one of the emperors of the world!
The guardian of the tomb of the Egyptian pharaoh is also the spiritual leader of hundreds of millions of Egyptian people!
In Egypt, where religion is supreme, Sark is like a god!
He is considered to be the successor of the will of the Pharaoh.
Known as the contemporary Pharaoh!
But he is such a strong man. In the past 20 years, he has not stepped out of the Pharaonic cemetery.
The Pharaon gave him great glory, but he also imprisoned his thoughts and freedom.
If it wasn't for Mengpo's intrusion into the tomb of the Pharaoh, he would have been guarding the dead bone forever.
Walking on the rapids of the river, Sark is walking on the ground like a ghost. If there are ordinary people here, the world outlook will collapse instantly.
Almost in the blink of an eye, Sark came to Mengpo.
The deep eyes of the Egyptians gaze at Mengpo, and the right palm grabs her shoulder without stagnation.
"Bang!"
On the surface of the river, the stout tree trunk suddenly burst open, and Mengpo's figure instantly changed from solid to virtual!Sark did not waver, as if to have expected, turned in an instant, his left hand quickly extended.
Behind him, Meng Po had appeared over the river.
Two palms collide, the river at the foot of a sudden stir up waves!
The water splashed up, but it seemed as if there was a barrier. Neither Sark nor Mengpo was contaminated with a drop of water.
The river is more and more turbulent.
On the Miluo River, the war between the two emperors is in full swing!
"Mengpo, come back with me. Two months later, the Pharaoh will forgive me and I will let you go."
The Pharaonic King Sark is not so stubborn. If others disturb the Pharaonic's rest, he will die. However, what he is facing at this time is no less than his Mengpo, so he can only take second place.
But Mengpo would not agree.
"Sak, that bone may be your Egyptian belief, but to me, it's nothing."
Several silver lines shot at Sark fiercely, like light and electricity, which were almost hard to catch.
Sak's eyes were fixed, and he stretched out his arms to stir in front of him.
The silver thread that originally shot at his shoulder and chest and abdomen wrapped around his arm.
Immediately, he clenched the silver thread with both hands and pulled it back suddenly!
Mengpo's mouth is slightly raised.
"Pop."
After a slight and imperceptible sound, all the silver wires broke, but Mengpo rushed to him like a purple lightning by the pull of Sark.
"Boom!"
A palm appeared directly above Sark's head, but between lightning and flint, Sark's keen sense of crisis made him deviate in time.
The palm that originally hit the skull was finally printed on Sark's left shoulder.
That palm is not wide, on the contrary, compared with the altitude of nearly 1.9 meters of Sark, it seems that it can not bring him too much damage, but the implementation of a palm, Egypt's pharaoh seems to be crushed by Mount Tai!
WOW!!
The river splashed and Sark fell into the river.
At this time, Meng Po's figure has appeared on the shore.
"Sak, after chasing me for so long, it's time for you to wake up."
Looking at the empty River, Mengpo's figure slowly dissipated again.
A few seconds later, the surface of the lake exploded again, and Sark broke through the waves and landed on the shore. The God in the eyes of hundreds of millions of people was soaked and looked rather embarrassed.
He pulled the silver thread from his arms and clenched his left hand. There was a pain in his shoulder.
With a slight frown, he raised his eyes and looked around, but could not see the trace of Meng Po.