"Could it be that the Little King of Hell is the legendary scourge of all things?" An unimaginable conjecture arose in the little white pig's mind, "If he is the scourge of all things, he will be accompanied by a lifetime of catastrophes, and he will probably have a narrow escape from death. Alas, forget it. I can only follow him before returning to the Demon Realm. If it’s no longer possible, I might as well rebel temporarily.”
"Stupid pig, what are you thinking about? Are you stupid or are you thinking about how to betray me? You stupid pig is not honest at all, you are worse than a faucet! Don't let me down, otherwise you will suffer a lot!" A Lang saw Xiao Xiao The white pig's eyes rolled around, guessing that the little white pig had bad intentions.
"My lord, you are so suspicious of little white pig Xiaobai. My lord knows that Xiaobai's admiration for your lord is like a torrential river..."
"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you. Let's go. Let's go back to the cabin first. I can tell that something big happened last night. If you don't want to tell me, I won't blame you. Find the faucet and everything will be clear. "Alang said this and moved his figure again, speeding towards the wooden house where he lived.
Three hours later, Alang finally returned to the wooden house.
The little dragon-headed centipede kept staring at the surroundings of the wooden house. With an inexplicable premonition, the leading centipede finally saw A Lang's return figure. Just as the leading centipede stood up to welcome A Lang's return, the familiar figure of the little white pig appeared behind A Lang.
"Hmph, why did this stupid pig come back together? Didn't he run away? Was he caught by the little King of Hell?"
"Faucet, come in with me!" A Lang passed by the little centipede and walked directly to the wooden house without waiting for the little centipede to say anything. At the same time, he gave the little centipede an order that he could not disobey.
After returning to the wooden house, Alang sat cross-legged on the wooden bed, his eyes scanning back and forth on the little dragon-headed centipede and the little white pig.
"Tell me, what happened last night?" A Lang frowned and looked seriously at the two demon guards in front of him with different expressions.
After a while, the leading centipede and the little white pig did not make any response. Just when A Lang was about to give the order again, the leading centipede moved and walked to the little white pig.
"Little King of Hell, did you hide something from me and King Bai last night?"
A Lang, who was about to have a seizure, was confused by the question from the dragon-headed centipede. Thinking about the final chapter of the Ghost King of All Realms' Immortal Body Movement and Spiritual Skills that he had been pondering in private last night, Alang felt a little ashamed for a moment, "You two, don't worry about what I did, first tell me what you saw!"
"Hmph, if you are hiding something from us, why do you ask us to treat you sincerely?" The little dragon-headed centipede heard a hint of guilt in Alang's words, and raised his head in a tit-for-tat posture.
"Oh...well, since I have accepted you two as personal guards, I can no longer hide anything from you two. Last night, I practiced the final chapter of the physical and spiritual skills left by the old bastard, but I just tried it and fell asleep. It's over..." A Lang then informed the dragon-headed centipede and the little white pig of the details of last night's practice of physical and spiritual skills without any secrets.
"The end of the Immortal Level Movement and Spiritual Skills?" After hearing Alang's eloquent statement, the little white pig and the dragon-headed centipede asked in unison.
"My lord, Little King of Hell, as expected, you have initially understood the immortal-level physical and spiritual skills left behind by the Ghost King of All Realms. I have to say that your talent is too high. In terms of cultivation talent alone, you are no less than the children of the God Clan."
"Children of the God Clan? What the hell?"
"Forget it, although you are extremely talented, your current spiritual realm cultivation level is not worthy of knowing the affairs of the gods. You should have a good rest. King Bai and I will go outside to guard you and try hard to cultivate the ghosts and ghosts to the ultimate state. , so that you and I can leave this Nether Forest as soon as possible." The little dragon-headed centipede walked out of the wooden house without waiting for Alang's response, and inadvertently slapped the little white pig when he passed by.
The little white pig was about to have a seizure, but when he saw the cold eyes of the leading centipede, he felt a tacit understanding, and then followed the leading centipede out of the wooden house.
