Chapter 1208: Gather and Report the Number, Grandma Chu Chu Zu Must Not Blaspheme

Chapter 1208 Gather and report the number, Grandma Chu Chu Zu must not blaspheme

When all the wicked people in the prison heard this voice, their expressions tightened, and they immediately rushed towards the big open space, not even caring about fighting.

The wicked man who was sleeping in his own bed heard the voice, he didn't even have time to put on his clothes and trousers, and stumbled towards the outside.

Hua Ling, the head of the villain's island.

The most feared existence in the whole villain island, let people feel fearful.

I heard that his master is still some kind of god. Of course, there is the possibility that the prison chief can boast, but the prison chief is definitely not a good person.

Who can be imprisoned in the villain's island, who does not have dozens of lives in their hands? They're all heinous madmen. But in front of Hua Ling, they have to be like chickens.

In just ten seconds, everyone gathered.

Hua Ling got a pitch-black long whip out of nowhere, and stood on a platform more than ten meters above her chest with both hands, looking down at the group of villains coldly, "Report the number."

"Chu Chu is the most beautiful in the universe, and there is no limit to the appearance!"

"Grandma Chu Chuzu is the cutest, and she is the first to be loved by everyone!"

"The favorite apprentice of Chu Chu's ancestors is Lingling!"

"..."

One by one, wicked people from all over the world scrambled for each other, speaking very unfluent Chinese, madly counting numbers, for fear that they would be served by the head of the prison with a whip if they hesitated.

Wuming stood beside Hua Ling, watching the corners of his lips twitch.

Wuming asked with a smile: "Master Prisoner, are you killing chickens to warn monkeys?"

Hua Ling was playing with the long whip in his hand. When he turned sideways, the rose medal on his shoulder swayed gently in the sunlight. It was very dazzling and beautiful. Hua Ling smiled and said, "I just warn you not to cause trouble for me."

Nameless smile: "I don't think you want to warn me later."

Hua Ling raised her eyebrows, a little puzzled by this newcomer's bullshit.

As the head of the villain's island, he has always been the villains who please him, and the only ones who can please him are those who can help deliver letters.

The last time I asked a Chinese cultivator named Zhao Tianfang to deliver the letter, but I don't know if it was delivered or not. There was no reply from the master, which always made him feel that Zhao Tianfang was trapped.

In the large open space, the voices praising "Chu Chu" became less and less, until finally there were no voices.

Hua Ling frowned and said solemnly, "There are fewer people!"

He could hear everything they had just shouted, and there were a few fewer voices reporting the numbers.

The wicked in the clearing suddenly panicked.

"Head of prison, everyone is here!"

"Yes, yes, Lord Prisoner, I was just digging a hole to poop, and I rushed over after I pulled half of it and pinched it off."

"Who dares not to gather? Lord Prison Head, we are innocent!"

"..."

Hua Ling glanced at Wuming, who was calm and calm, and felt that something was wrong in her heart, she frowned and shouted: "Re-count!"

It's another voice of praise about "Chu Chu". On this villain's island, the villains can joke with the prison head when Hua Ling is in a good mood, but this "Chu Chu" grandmother can never be blasphemed!

The praise by name cannot be repeated.

These wicked people, in addition to tearing up and fighting, the most common thing they do is to give praise to this grandma Chu Chu, who has never met, otherwise the next time the prison head adults suddenly call by name, they will have nothing to say.

Reported again.

Hua Ling's expression became ugly, he jumped down from a ten-meter-high platform with his whip in hand, and rushed straight into the crowd.

A group of wicked people screamed in fright and madly scattered in all directions.

Hua Ling looked around in the crowd, and with a gloomy face, looked for the rest of the villain's island. After ten minutes or so, he stopped, his face was extremely ugly:

"Damn it, why are there so many people missing? Where did they go?"

Wuming slowly walked up from behind and said lightly, "Congratulations, Lord Prison Head, they should have escaped from the island."