Return of the Immortal Emperor: The Villain Empress Becomes Mother-in-Law

Jingzhou, the underground black boxing arena.

Putting on a clean women's white suit, He Danqiu came to this underground black boxing arena again. She stood in the auditorium with her hands in her pockets, looking at the poor people on the stage who were still fighting hand-to-hand.

She moved.

boom!
Fall from the sky.

Jade fingers moved left and right, grabbing the heads of the two contestants.

The originally exciting and noisy underground black boxing arena was suddenly at a loss. You looked at me and I looked at you, but you didn't understand where this woman came from.

Moreover, the way of appearance is so outrageous.

Around, many members of the Shadow Killer Organization had already reacted, and rushed from the side one after another, surrounding He Danqiu.

With those incomparably beautiful eyes, she looked around and said with a smile: "From now on, I will be your boss."

"Who is for and who is against?"

Under the arena, the burly killers hiding in the shadows all looked at each other, not knowing what happened.

"You said you were the boss, so you are the boss?"

"Women have always been just playthings in the eyes of us Shadow Killers."

"You're not worthy."

Suddenly, a big shirtless man came out. His appearance was very similar to the middle-aged man with centipede scar who died in the villa not long ago.

It's just that his muscles are obviously more solid, and he still wears a carbon fiber mask with sharp fangs on his chin.

When he walked in front of the crowd, the killers of those shadow killers all bowed their heads and backed away, with strong expressions of awe on their faces.

He Danqiu looked at this guy with great interest: "Two big ones have been solved, and a small one has come, what are you capable of, let me see?"

The burly man said with a gloomy face: "I said why the eldest brother hasn't come back for so long, it turns out that something really happened, what did you do to him?"

He Danqiu licked his lips and flicked the foreheads of the two contestants with both hands.

A ripple spread.

The faces of these two contestants turned pale instantly, as if their energy had been exhausted, they turned into strips of black mist, which penetrated into He Danqiu's breath.

"Well, it's delicious."

He Danqiu shook his delicate body, a strange look flashed in his beautiful eyes, but she was quickly suppressed by her, and turned to look at the burly man.

She just hooked her fingers towards him.

This burly man didn't even have the strength to move, so he took off all his clothes and coats in front of all the audience present, and knelt naked in front of He Danqiu.

Snapped.

He Danqiu raised his foot, stepped on the man's head, propped his beautiful chin with his palm, looked at the stunned killers all around, and asked with a smile: "Now, am I qualified to be your boss?"

Everyone still looked at each other, not daring to speak.

"Oh?"

"Isn't it enough?"

He Danqiu smiled coquettishly, then raised his jade finger, aimed at the killers one by one, and pointed at them one by one.

Every time one is clicked, a strange rose will appear in his eyes.

Until 5 minutes later, everyone in the entire venue, no matter the tourists or the killer members who run the black boxing ring, all prostrated themselves on the ground towards He Danqiu without exception.

No one has room to resist.

"Really boring."

He Danqiu shook his head in disappointment, kicked the burly man away from under his feet, and walked into the depths of the black boxing ring with his arms crossed.

According to the memories from the last time she and Tang Xuan came, she found the office that only the shadow killer boss could enter, opened the door and walked in.

The portrait of the Rakshasa ghost hangs on the wall.

He Danqiu raised the corners of his mouth, walked to the wall, looked at the picture scroll, and said with a smile: "This is the magic weapon you mentioned? It doesn't look special, it seems that it is not enough to buy your life."

After she finished speaking, her face suddenly turned ferocious again: "What did you say? Didn't we agree just now? Let this thing go to you, and you let me go!"

After only two seconds, He Danqiu returned to his normal expression and said with a smile: "The premise of letting you go is that you have to come up with something that interests me. This thing is nothing special. Why don't you tell me a few more secrets? I'm in a good mood, maybe I'll let you go?"

More than ten seconds later, He Danqiu said grimly again: "Since they are all here, why go back on what they said? I promise, it will not let you down! This magic weapon contains Taoist spirits. There used to be a mountain fairy who lived in seclusion here. It This blessed land is definitely enough to buy my life! If you don’t believe me, you can try splashing ink on it!”

"Splash ink?"

He Danqiu squinted his beautiful eyes again, staring at the picture scroll on the wall for a dozen seconds, then turned to look at the desk next to him, there happened to be an inkstone on it.

She picked it up and poured it on.

The Rakshasa ghost in the portrait faded away, and a beautiful picture of mountains and rivers like a heavenly palace slowly emerged, with various cascading mountains and waterfalls hanging down.

"What a picture of mountains and rivers full of aura."

There was a ray of shock in He Danqiu's beautiful eyes. This landscape painting is definitely not something that ordinary people can draw. The majestic spirit contained in it can make people feel admirable just by looking at it.

Looking up in a blink of an eye, there is a dilapidated Taoist temple on the top of Yuling Mountain. The plaque hanging on it seems to be old on purpose, so I can't see what is written on it.

On the contrary, outside the gate of the Taoist temple, there is an old Taoist man wearing a Taoist robe, with a fairy-like bone, and a straight waist, with his hands behind his back, and he looks sideways to the north.

The existence of this figure is the finishing touch of this painting, raising the mysterious aura contained in the whole painting to the peak.

"Could it be the inheritance left by the person who ascended?"

He Danqiu swallowed, a hint of greed appeared in her beautiful eyes, this was the first time she had seen such an extraordinary "magic weapon" since she came to Earth.

From her venomous eyes, of course one can see that this painting is special.

Among the saints in the fairy world, which one didn't speak out the prophecy, put the pen into the Tao, and paint the scene forever?
Nine out of ten people who can draw this picture have already ascended.

tear.

The portrait was ripped off by He Danqiu.

She was about to hold it in her hand and take a closer look, when the landscape suddenly changed, and a skinny hand wrapped in black mist stretched out, but she reacted extremely quickly, snorted coldly, and threw the scroll far away on the ground, but unexpectedly It was too late, the dry and sharp fingertips quietly slid across He Danqiu's jade hand, and cut a hole.

Tick.

A drop of blood fell on the portrait.

All of a sudden, the house was filled with black light, and a chaotic shadow nearly three meters high emerged from the portrait. It was holding a steel fork.

"What, what!?"