Du Ziyuan really didn''t know what to say when he turned himself into a prominent king of hell. Fortunately, he was used to the unreliability of immortals, and his mentality soon adjusted back.


    The king of hell obviously didn''t know that Du Ziyuan''s family had a boundary. As a result, he was blocked when he came up from the ground and got stuck halfway.


    Du Ziyuan squatted on the head of the king of hell and asked, "Lord of hell, why don''t you go through the main door?"


    "I''m used to it," explained the king of hell. "Don''t you all think the hell is underground? So I want to cooperate with my own people."


    "But there''s no stuck item in your settings."


    Du Ziyuan''s words embarrassed the king of Hell: "what, it''s too rough to get stuck. It''s an honor for a man. You have no experience, so I can understand if you don''t understand these."


    "Really? Then you can continue your honor. Excuse me." then Du Ziyuan got up and left.


    Now the king of hell was worried: "Oh, come back! Pull me first. The sand is really stuck in a wrong position. I''m dying. I''m dying."


    Du Ziyuan raised a bad smile at the corners of his mouth, and then took out a ring to the king of hell. The latter bit it with his teeth, was no longer bound by the boundary, and came out of the ground with a bang.


    "Hey, I''m so sick of this broken border," said the king of hell, putting his hand into his pants.


    "Hey! What are you doing!" Du Ziyuan quickly covered Xiao Jin''s eyes and shouted, "adults like you will teach bad children!"


    The king of hell said, "I''ll adjust the Ding position. I was stuck and pulled my hair just now. It hurts like hell."


    Although Du Ziyuan understood the pain, he still labeled the king of hell as "disrespectful for the old".


    "Master, what are you doing to cover my eyes? I can''t see." Xiao Jin still yelled there. Du Ziyuan simply took her back to the house.


    The king of hell then came in. Du Ziyuan asked Xiao Jin to get snacks to entertain the guests.


    "You''re here to get the cartoon. I''ve already drawn it," said Du Ziyuan, taking the original of the whole "a little book falling from the sky" to the king of hell.


    "So fast!?" the king of hell said in surprise. He thought Du Ziyuan had only painted a small part. Who knew that he took out such a thick stack.


    He immediately took it over and looked at it. Then he kept making sounds like "Alas!", "Wow!", "wipe!".


    When he finished reading it in one breath, he even forgot to eat the tea served on the way. The king of hell slapped the table heavily: "shit! This cartoon is really awesome! Awesome!"


    "You like it." Du Ziyuan said faintly. Shit! He didn''t seem to have washed his hands just now. He''s going to clean the table later


    "Hey, hey, it''s worthy of being the son of the moon god. It''s great, great," said the king of hell. "What, Mr. Du, I''ll take it back and prepare it for publication. Thank you this time. I''ve never seen such a good-looking cartoon."


    "Well, take your time. Remember to go to the front door next time." Du Ziyuan took him to the door.


    The king of hell was about to leave. Suddenly his face changed and looked at Mo Han lying on the ground not far away: "Wow!" he shouted and rushed up immediately.


    Mo Han''s changed husky didn''t even have a chance to react, so he was held full of hope.


    "Wang! Wang!" he struggled hard, but how could he escape from the embrace of the king of hell? Even if he was separated, the war power of the king of hell was very terrible.


    "Ha ha, huangquan magic dog! Unexpectedly, I met a huangquan magic dog in such a place. Is today my lucky day!" the king of hell laughed.


    Du Ziyuan went over and asked, "don''t you like cats? Why are you so excited to see a dog now?"


    "Alas, Mr. Du, you don''t know. I have a sworn enemy in the demon world. He keeps a big dog with three heads. He will show off in front of me every three or five times. I don''t have any good dog at hand. I can only see him shaking his prestige every time. It''s really nice! Now I finally find a huangquan magic dog. He is born with huangquan as blood. If I put it in the real huangquan Soak in a bubble and practice again, and be sure to become a divine beast like the white elephant mastiff of Wushen family. At that time, bite off both heads of their family and see how he is arrogant in front of me! "


    Du Ziyuan said, "so you mean, this Oreo, er, is not right. This dog is very powerful. You like it very much, don''t you?" Du Ziyuan can only see the monster body after the transformation according to the magic mirror. He doesn''t know how strong the blood is and how great the potential is. It''s not insight.


    "Yes, yes," the king of hell hurriedly said, "Mr. Du, will you give him to me?"


    Du Ziyuan said, "it''s not mine. He ran to my door and lay down. If you want to take it away, take it away."


    "Wang! Don''t Wang! I want to stay here and learn to cook!" Mo Han immediately struggled desperately when he heard that he was going to be taken away.


    "Cooking? What''s good about cooking? You''ll follow me and become an immortal. The spirit Biyi is invincible, but it''s awesome." the king of hell advised.


    "I don''t want to! I want to learn to cook!" Mo Han struggled desperately with his four claws.


    Du Ziyuan was somewhat moved by his persistence: "do you like eating so much? You can even give up flying for the sake of delicious food."


    Mo Han shook his head: "no, I want to learn to cook in order to let my beautiful sister with big breasts eat my dishes, and then the clothes explode, so that I can lick them crazily!"


    "EH -" Du Ziyuan raised a touch of emotion, and suddenly disappeared, leaving only his contempt for Mo Han. This color dog should be castrated!


    "It''s so inspirational!" the king of hell suddenly roared and said to Mo Han, "dog, you moved me! I support you!"


    "Ha?" Du Ziyuan said, "didn''t you just say you wanted to take him back to the underground?"


    "I really want to do this, but ah," the king of hell seriously said to Du Ziyuan, "how can I block a teenager''s dream pursuit for my own selfish desires? Go ahead, boy, pursue your dream, and don''t give up no matter what difficulties you encounter!"


    "Wang!" Mo Han burst into tears when he said it.


    If he didn''t know the youth''s dream in advance, maybe Du Ziyuan would be moved by it.


    And now... Du Ziyuan just wanted to slap him in the face and say, "you''re a gentleman if you can talk about perverts so inspirational.".


    However, the shamelessness of the king of hell obviously exceeded his expectations: "so, Mr. Du, just open up and teach the boy to cook."


    "Ha?" Du Ziyuan was surprised. "I don''t want it! Why? Aren''t you an immortal? Why don''t you go to the God of food to teach him?"