Quick Transmigration: My Host Drags to Heaven

Chapter 246 Boundless Demon God Prison 19
"Boundless Demon God, there are already titled masters, and I haven't been titled yet." Qing Chi said suddenly.

As a result, the current prison should not be too weak.

Prisoner naturally knew the meaning behind what she said, so he ignored her.

The system didn't even understand what Qing Chi was trying to get some news from the jailer, and at the same time stabbing the prisoner when he had nothing to do.

It's just that when asked, Qing Chi was like a jail, and ignored it.

It was not the turn of the prisoner to deal with the insect nest. After she found out the location and informed Cang Sheng, she stayed away from the insect nest.

Then Cang Sheng arrived, with very sharp methods, without waiting for other members of Lingyun Sect to dare to come over, he directly threw a piece of talisman paper, and then a large area of ​​flames ignited.

Qingchi stood nearby, watching many Zergs trying to rush out of the flames, but they could only be burned to ashes in the struggle.

Then Qingchi moved closer to the jailer again, pointing to the blue back in the sky in the distance: "Hey, that person named Cang is your divine successor, I think it's better to tell you directly."

The prisoner with a paralyzed face showed a rare expression, a little surprised and a little annoyed: "What did you say?"

"I'm just informing, it's none of my business." Qing Chi shrugged and walked away.

【…】

This host is too "sincere", and if there is anything to tell the prisoner directly, the system is in a very complicated mood.

Qing Chi is not true and sincere, it is obvious that he is cheating them.

But the system can't do anything about it.

Prison quickly regained his composure, looked at Cang Sheng in the distance with indifferent eyes, and secretly gritted his teeth.

Cang Sheng personally took action, and naturally a small insect nest was easily slaughtered, and everyone went back home.

It's just that the frequency of Cangsheng's going out has become higher since then, and the jailer often recovers his strength by himself in a daze on the floating island, and occasionally Qingchi comes to look for an opportunity to stab her.

In the blink of an eye, a year passed, and Cang Sheng came back with a woman after going out for more than a month.

At this time, Qingchi was also there, sitting on the small stone bridge in a daze.

After wandering around for a year, she no longer has much fun. Now she is just studying the talisman masters. If she has nothing to do, come over to discuss with the prisoner who is also studying.

The former prisoner had never been in contact with human talisman masters and the method of controlling spiritual power like that.

"Xiao Yun, this is your uncle, Xiao Zinuan." Cang Sheng led the people into the courtyard and said to the jailer.

"Uncle Master." Prisoner remained expressionless, but he still politely walked up to the two of them and saluted.

Xiao Zinuan was not as cold as Cang Sheng, but now he was smiling, looking very bright, and walked around the prison with his hands behind his back: "Senior sister, this disciple looks good, just like senior sister, with a bit of a cold temper. of."

"Isn't it?" Qing Chi answered from the side, and of course Cang Sheng and Xiao Zinuan couldn't hear him: "One still has a little expression, the other is really paralyzed."

The prisoner with a paralyzed face was the only one who could hear Qing Chi's words, and immediately glanced at Qing Chi.

Qingchi raised his eyebrows, with a look of slap on his face.

【…】

Since coming to this plane, the host has become more and more unpredictable, and the system has collapsed.

"Senior Sister, play the ball?" Xiao Zinuan sat on the ground calmly, pointing at the guqin with two petals falling beside it.

Cang Sheng went into the room and poured tea and put it on the stone table, and the jailer sat down beside the stone table, his eyes fell on Xiao Zinuan who was already lying on the ground for a few seconds.

Cang Sheng didn't care about Xiao Zinuan, just flicked a petal on her forehead, and then according to Xiao Zinuan's words, sat cross-legged behind the low table, raised her hand and stroked the strings.

(End of this chapter)