Chapter 899: Mentor and the Sourness of Love

Are the masters of the Dead?

After hearing Lyon's guess, everyone couldn't help but look at each other, and then ...

"Unlikely?"

Capricorn directors first spoke, and blinked the letter in doubt:

"Although they are all dominated by the dead world, the first deceased can be different from the master of other dead worlds. Even if it is placed in the pillar god, he is also the strongest. During the heyday, he can even be comparable to the former four pillars.

Even if he was limited, he felt that he could not properly handle all the deceased, and he divided the [Death] authority for more than half of his own, but he was still the strongest master of the dead world. How could it be so gone? "

"I also think it's a bit strange ..."

After thinking slightly, the Cancer Director of Cancer frowned:

"Although the first deceased is neutral, and the binding power to others is not strong, the oldest qualification is indeed the leader of the master of the dead world.

According to the records in the bureau, in order to keep the boredom of the dead world, he wanted to return to the [six sides of the elephant], and he had also played with the three generations of adults once. How could it be killed because of the inner puppet? "

"What kind of conspiracy!"

The shooter's director squinted his eyes and doubtedly said:

"What are the plans of the Lord of the Dead World, so I used the soul fragments of Aquarius to try to convey false news to us ... By the way, three generations of adults!"

Speaking of this, the Sagittarius director seemed to think of something. He turned around and looked at the three generations of the old man, and asked with a frown and asked:

"You deal with the first dead than me. What do you think about this news?"

"I don't want to watch!"

He reached out and fished twice in the pot, but even a spoon could not be found. The three generations of old men who were anxious and corrupt couldn't help stomating and roared in the direction of Lyon:

"It's all about you, don't come here! Hey! I have soaked the forged god in the pot! What is going on throwing another spoon in?"

"..."

No ... you have a thousand -year -old Parkinson, and you can't catch the spoon in the pot, and you can blame my head?

Looking at the three -generation old man who was so anxious, Lyon couldn't help but raise his lips, and then he was too lazy to ignore the forging madman, and said directly to propose:

"Golden Bull, let's think about it here and can not analyze any results. Or, let me go out from [Sage Cemetery] first, check the situation of [No return to the road].

You all know that if the first deceased really had a problem, then [no return to the road] will definitely stop. As long as I let me touch the road, the true and false of this news can be determined. "

"This is the most direct way ..."

After nodding and recognizing Lyon's proposal, Taurus Director looked at the pale face in her eyes, and the soul with obvious broken sense, and then frowned:

"But you should change others. Your current state looks a bit bad.

"Golden Bull, I have no problem."

"Non -speaking, how can there be no problem without a quarter of the soul?"

After glared at Lyon dissatisfied, the old silver lady could not be rejected:

"You look like you walk, don't think about moving, hurry up and find a coffin for a while to make up for the damaged soul!"

"But do not return to the road ..."

"Let Pisces go."

Taurus director shook his head:

"The Pisces Palace's secrets are similar to your ability, and check whether there is no way to stop the road. He used to be the same in the past. You should hurry up and take care of yourself!"

"..."

Oh well.

Looking at the expression of the old lady of Yinfa, I understood that Lyon, who had no discussion on this matter, had to take over her care and gave up her plan to go out to check the situation. Repair the soul, but ...

"You change a coffin!"

After the forging god who turned the white -eyed eye came out of the pot, he looked at the iron spoon inserted on his head. The three generations of directors who were so distressed that the beard turned around and looked at Ryan angrily:

"Suddenly shocked ... the appearance of the material is broken! You find a coffin that is far away from me to lie, don't bother me forging!"

"..."

There are so many things!

After turning his eyes towards the three generations of old men, because the uncle would be forged, Lyon had to buckle back the coffin who had opened the coffin in the coffin's aggressive eyes, and looked for it. A farther coffin.

"Far away! Far away!"

"..."

Damn, you are still over, right?

Looking at the straight -line distance from his own line, it has been more than 800 meters, but still shouting the three generations of old men who are far away. Lyon couldn't help but close his eyes. I walked more than ten meters.

"Okay, just there! Dig it!"

There is no mistake, one post, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, a book, one, one, a look!

Walking, what are you talking about!

After finally getting the first year of the old man, Lyon walked black to a dug -of -open grave bag, raised his foot and kicked away the ebony coffin board full of worm eyes, and then ...

Emma, ​​who raised his head in surprise, looked up.

ah? Intersection Intersection Intersection

Looking at Emma, ​​who was sitting in the ebony coffin with her knees together, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and looking at him in panic, Leon couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then a strong force came from his buttocks, and the whole person was kicked down and fell into a warm and soft embrace.

Haha, this time I want to see how you get out!

After closing the coffin lid with a clang and moving two tombstones to hold it down tightly, he quietly touched the third-generation old man behind Leon, nodded with satisfaction, and then walked back under the strange gazes of the crowd, and said to the stunned Taurus Director in a domineering manner:

"What are you doing? Come and help me! Don't you see it's time to put it in the pot?"

"Third-generation sir..."

Looking at the ebony coffin that arched up twice in the distance and then stopped moving, Taurus Director couldn't help but hold his forehead with his hand and said helplessly:

"What you just did..."

"I was eliminating the source of pollution, just like washing the pot before forging. Besides, he will thank me when he comes out!"

After waving his hand to indicate that it was okay, thinking back to the two intense heartbeats he had just heard, the third-generation old man couldn't help but grin, revealing a kind smile that only belongs to the great glutton.

"Tsk, it's great to be young, right?"

"..."

"Indeed."

...

Hmm?

After looking at the only Sage Cemetery still standing on the road of no return in the distance, the faceless man seemed to smell something vaguely, and the skin on his face, probably where his nose was, couldn't help but wrinkle twice.

Strange... Why did a strange sour smell suddenly come out of the Sage Cemetery?