Chapter 550

Late night Bookstore text volume chapter 550 win hook promise! "Give me a seat!"

A seemingly casual sentence,

But it's like opening the cage of the devil,

For a time,

The originally silent bones under the throne suddenly roared ferociously again,

Shadows spread out from them,

They screamed,

They roared,

They were excited,

Before, they were angry, unwilling, and struggling, but when the man returned to the throne, he instantly became the most obedient husky,

He turned into an agile and loyal hound, rushed out and pounced on the prey pointed by the Lord of the throne!

In a moment,

The three female curators who had already left the wax museum were dragged back,

Their bodies are in front of these huge and strange demons,

It looks so small.

God knows how many demons he killed in those days!

however,

According to Zhou Ze's understanding of yinggou,

Although he was a general under the Yellow Emperor at that time, he also made great military achievements under the eastern expedition and western expedition. It can even be said that it is not too much to surpass the Lord.

As for the reason why he was proud of his merits and violated the Yellow Emperor in ancient times,

Or because he was so successful that he was suspected by the Yellow Emperor and relegated by means of means, for fear that he would come up with an ancient version of "yellow robe".

The truth of this matter may only be clear to yinggou himself.

The things in history books cannot be taken seriously, let alone the stories in myths;

You should know that Liu He, the Marquis of haihun, who reigned for only more than 20 days in the Western Han Dynasty, recorded in historical books that he did more than 1000 bad things during his reign.

That is to say, besides eating, drinking, sleeping, this product has been doing bad things nonstop. Is it possible?

In those days in hell, how many evil gods tried to challenge the authority of the master of the sea of the nether world one after another,

Zhou Ze doesn't know,

But if you want to,

The demons should not have the lofty ideal that a single spark can start a prairie fire and collectively resist dictatorship.

Estimated,

Maybe today,

Yinggou felt that the throne was a little unfair,

I went to kill a demon God and padded it,

Tomorrow, I feel a little uneven,

He killed another one,

The day after tomorrow

probably,

Because of this obsessive-compulsive disorder,

Only then did this white bone throne have the scale now comparable to "Jingguan".

Absence makes the heart grow fonder

But Zhou Ze really has no distance.

Zhou Ze is flying in confusion,

The three women on the curator's side were shivering.

They are actually familiar with the horror surrounding them.

For thousands of years, my family has not only worshipped the white bone throne, but also reached a deal with the demon gods and virtual shadows under the throne.

Sacrifice blood and food,

Ask them to help themselves.

At this time,

These ghost ghosts who have been worshipped by their own blood food for thousands of years,

But became the executioner who caught them.

Hao has no reputation,

No mercy!

Master of the sea of the nether world,

Although it fell for many years,

But as the white bones who had personally experienced his horror,

Deep in the soul,

Still branded with that great fear!

no kidding,

Boss Zhou is now pretending to be a tiger,

After all, yinggou hasn't woken up yet,

Still sleeping.

In fact, even if yinggou woke up at this time, she was not the yinggou who used to shout "the table foot tilted" and went out to look for books on the table.

At this time,

It can only be said to be a coincidence,

Who knows the identity of the female curator,

Who would have guessed that Zhou Ze's action to untie the "coffee newspaper" made him misjudge Zhou Ze's strength, and even finally summoned the virtual shadow of the white bone throne.

"Poop!"

Very straightforward,

Tried to test,

I've tried hard,

I have tried to eat black,

Tried to escape,

But this,

It doesn't affect her kneeling at this time!

"Master, are you back? Master, is it really you... Are you back?"

The female curator "burst into tears",

cry and shed bitter tears,

Surprise and disbelief on his face.

Unfortunately,

Not to mention her acting skills,

Just say her body,

Before, he was almost blasted into mud by the little boy with the technique taught by lawyer an.

At this time, she cries,

It's more like a human caterpillar choking and wriggling.

Zhou Ze slightly turned his face,

Look at her.

The female curator continued to perform:

"Master, you are finally back. Our people have been waiting for you so hard!"

Zhou Ze kept silent.

The little boy stood aside in silence,

I just think it's interesting.

However, a little disappointed.

He is very old, but he has been living in hiding since he woke up as a zombie.

At the beginning, he saved several mountain people in the mountains,

As a result, the villagers built their own temples, which were destroyed by him.

He is an invisible existence,

Do you have to build a temple to tell God that there is a zombie here? Come down quickly and chop yourself to death with thunder?

So,

To a large extent, the little boy has always maintained his part of innocence, otherwise there will be no plot that will be betrayed by his subordinates and almost swallowed up.

"Master, I'm going to send a message to the clan and tell the elders of the clan that they will be ecstatic if they know your master has returned!

Our family has been consecrated to the throne of its master for thousands of years,

I have been longing for the return of my master!

When the master returns to hell, our family must be the master's pawn and become the most loyal watchdog at the master's feet, driven by the master! "

When you hear the word "watchdog",

Boss Zhou on the throne frowned,

You mean,

Compete with me?

Oh, no,

incorrect,

Anyway, the word watchdog,

Boss Zhou was very unhappy.

Because yinggou made fun of him with these three words every time.

In fact,

appreciably,

Zhou Ze has been very strange,

With the character of yinggou,

Before the fall,

Give your throne to someone else?

Yinggou should not be able to do such a decent thing as greeting a group of confidants before an accident, and everyone quickly divides their property and settles down,

Most likely, even if he had a premonition that something big would happen tomorrow,

Should I doze off or doze off today.

I can enjoy it, regardless of the flood after my death!

This is the most true portrayal of yinggou's character.

So,

This throne,

How on earth did they fall into the hands of their family?

An lawyer once said that according to the secret records of Yin division;

In those years, yinggou fell behind,

The princes who were suppressed in hell rose together,

Compete for territory,

It even divided the sea of the nether world,

Put the huge sea,

There is only one Styx left.

This is equivalent to the collapse of the former Soviet Union, when businessmen and governments all over the world waved money to carve up state-owned assets of the Soviet Union.

This throne,

Such a big piece of fat,

How did it fall into the hands of this family?

If yinggou really sent it out on his own initiative,

The hardworking and thrifty boss Zhou,

It really hurts!

"Master, I will inform the elders of the clan and tell them the good news of the master's return!"

The female curator spread out her hand to prepare for arraignment.

Zhou Ze silently spits out two words:

"Hang."

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The ghost shadows around roared up,

The three female curators were instantly submerged.

This is the devil's Carnival,

The female curator only had time to scream for the last time,

It was completely dismembered.

Together with the souls of the two employees, they were also crushed and divided.

Boss Zhou subconsciously reached out and touched his chin,

Deeply gratified,

These demons,

We all know the value of grain.

Immediately,

Zhou Ze stood up and left the throne.

The ghost around him was staring at him.

The little boy stood silently under the throne,

It's an escort.

Zhou Ze reached out and gently pushed the little boy away,

Slowly walked down the steps of the throne.

At this point,

The throne is already slowly melting,

This is a "virtual shadow" made by the female curator with wax statues, which is similar to the realistic projection of the throne,

After the death of the female curator,

The collapse of this throne,

It is inevitable.

But at this time, Zhou Ze still has one thing to do,

and,

This matter,

Zhou Ze felt that he would do it himself,

Maybe it's better to come out and do it when yinggou wakes up,

The effect will be better.

Without him,

Thinking that tie Hanhan was foolishly waiting for the "empty door" to open in Xuzhou,

When the Buddha comes down,

Zhou Ze's teeth itched with anger.

It's like a couple living together,

There is no rice at home,

But men also go out to gamble and treat guests. They make a big face and look fat!

"I haven't woken up yet."

Zhou Ze said.

The virtual shadow of the surrounding demon gods did not move,

But the atmosphere around,

It seemed to stagnate.

"You should all see it."

Zhou Ze shrugged his shoulders,

"I'm weak now. I can even say that I'm not me."

The ghost began to agitate.

Their guess,

Will be suppressed by the terrorist image of yinggou in those days,

But when Zhou Ze volunteered,

They inevitably began to have other thoughts and impulses.

"You can rush up and try to decompose, eat and revenge me like her."

Zhou Ze pointed to himself with a smile.

The ghosts began to gather.

"You can also try to have a look. When the virtual shadow of the throne collapses, you can also return to the real throne and tell her people that you have found traces of my existence."

Zhou Ze continued.

The little boy pursed his lips,

He was a little nervous,

Half of it is because of the oppression formed by the ghost around,

The other half was what he had never thought before. Once this matter was spread, how much noise and waves would it cause!

"I'm him, and I'm not him."

Zhou Ze looks around,

extremely elegant and valuable,

"Shut up today!

I promise you!

In the near future,

The day I really return,

Will personally untie your seal,

Send your freedom,

Help you reshape your body,

Lead others to fight in hell again,

Take back everything I and you have lost now!

That year,

Hell is ours;

future,

Hell will also be ours!

You are no longer imprisoned under the throne,

You will become my robe,

Hell is big,

Big enough for me to share with you! "

The ghost shadows are shaking,

When the throne is half melted,

"Wow!"

All the demon gods and virtual shadows knelt down to Zhou Ze together.

Hiss

Cool!

Boss Zhou subconsciously took a breath.

In order to pursue the feeling of being a master, many people go to be officials, and many people go to pursue dictatorship, wealth and wealth. They really don't care. What they want is actually the pleasure of being worshipped!

And myself,

Is kneeling down by a group of demon gods!

This cool feeling,

Almost in an instant, he rushed straight to the canopy!

If it weren't for the little boy around,

Boss Zhou almost fell to the ground.

The throne finally collapsed,

The ghost shadows also dissipated collectively,

Go back to where the real throne is.

The little boy helped Zhou Ze and asked curiously:

"That's it?"

They,

So believe it?

Demon God, alas,

Is it so easy to fool?

Isn't this very similar to tie Hanhan, as the boss often says?

Zhou Ze nodded and said:

"I can only say,

The reputation of that product is great. "

Die to save face,

But it is precisely because death wants face,

So Zhou Ze is willing to trade with yinggou, and he is not afraid that yinggou will repent after being cheated;

So,

These demons, who were killed by yinggou and used to pad the feet of the table, also know yinggou best,

Will believe the promise made by "yinggou"!

Unfortunately, yinggou was born too early,

I didn't catch up with Cangjie to make words,

Otherwise, an idiom may appear,

Called:

Win a promise!