As the majestic King of Hell, Mu Yin surrounded the young judge like a pug all day long, and he shamelessly ordered: This is my little wife, if anyone dares to bully him, haha, I will kill anyone who will never be reincarnated, huh, please be careful, especially Hua Lin. Yan Qing looked at the King of Hell, who was 2581 years younger than him, as if he were an idiot, and sighed deeply. I felt uneasy before my death, but after my death...
Everyone in Hell: Spare us, Hiccup, we can't digest the dog food you produce.
Hua Lin bit his handkerchief and said: A bunch of stinky idiots, ugh~ Poor little Qingqing, Xiaoxiao... I lost my age in the hands of a little beast.
Mu Yin said disdainfully: Ha, hell dog...
Intention: It's nothing, just one word, sweet~