I Can Become a Treasure by Picking Up Garbage

"is coming?"

At the bottom of the cliff, a long-haired man holds a long sword.

Fu Jiaojiao stood aside: "Hmm! Senior, I will rely on you then."

"rest assured."

The long-haired man's robe danced with the wind, looked to the sky, and waited quietly, suddenly, a figure jumped down.

The Lord of the Undead: "She is behind me!!!"

"Huh—"

The long-haired man disappeared instantly, appeared on top of the head of the undead lord, stepped on his shoulder like a dragonfly, and ran towards Po Meng.

"So handsome..." Fu Jiaojiao and the seriously injured porridge dragon said in unison.

"Successful."

The Lord of the Undead fell to the bottom of the cliff and spewed a mouthful of blood. It was so high that it was pretty good without falling to death.

Fu Jiaojiao hurriedly pulled him back: "Brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, I can't die for the time being, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect our father."

The Lord of the Undead sighed long, showing the vicissitudes of life.

"Don't blame you..." Fu Jiaojiao continued with sadness on her face, "I saw my husband, he really became the King of Hades."

"Well, but it doesn't matter, everything will be fine when Po Meng is killed."

The Lord of the Dead raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

Everything now can be said to have started because of Po Meng.

In the air, the long-haired man was fighting with Po Meng back and forth.

Porridge Dragon couldn't help asking, "Isn't Meng Po in a seriously injured state?"

"Yes, if it weren't for serious injuries, I'm afraid the master who helped us would have died long ago."

The Lord of the Undead nodded, his face filled with helplessness.

"So strong?" It's hard to think about the porridge dragon, there will be such a strong existence in the undead world.

"After all, I used Yan Wangye's power, but this is not the most critical... Senior, be careful of her Meng Po soup!!"

The Undead Lord said, suddenly shouted.

In the air, countless drops of water appeared, then stretched into the length of a thin needle, and shot out.

The long-haired man's figure was vague, and he avoided everything: "Po Meng, we haven't seen it for tens of thousands of years, right?"

"You **** who betrayed the Lord Yan, don't get close to me!"

Po Meng gritted her teeth, and after speaking, she violently moved closer and cut off the long sword in her hand.

The long-haired man disappeared in place again: "You should know that I am proficient in evasion. You can't beat me by these attacks alone."

The bottom of the cliff.

"It's great...No, get away quickly!"

As soon as the Lord of the Undead breathed a sigh of relief, he saw the needles of the water that were not attacking begin to fall vertically, like rain.

Fu Jiaojiao quickly took them into the cave.

"As long as I regain some strength, it will not be difficult to deal with Po Meng." The Lord of the Dead breathed a sigh of relief.

"It would be great if the master was here."

Porridge Dragon couldn't help but say, a little helpless on his face.

At any rate, he is also a peerless master, strong and strengthened, there is no need to fight so hard.

The Lord of the Undead stretched out: "You don't know how I spent the past few days, it's too tormented... No, why are you only two left here?"

"My master is in the Palace of the Dead, and the daughter of death was taken away."

Porridge Dragon sighed. As for the heart demon, he didn't say, because there was no need for it.

"Do you have any healing pills on your body?" The Lord of the Undead asked instead.

"There are some."

Fu Jiaojiao took out the storage bag and only the few remaining pills.

The Lord of the Undead will feel better after eating them all.

He originally carried a large amount of pills, but was consumed by Meng Po's chase, which shows how dangerous it is.

The porridge dragon is also seriously injured: "I can create illusions, maybe I can help."

"Don't... use illusions indiscriminately, it will let people on our side miss the opportunity."

The Lord of the Undead shook his head to stop it. Sometimes, the madman was even more terrifying.

"Teached." The porridge dragon nodded.

"Did you hear anything?"

Fu Jiaojiao suddenly looked outside, feeling very confused.

The porridge dragon was puzzled: "What sound?"

"People, many people..."

The Lord of the Undead looked ugly, and never expected such a thing to happen.

He gritted his teeth: "I'm afraid Po Meng's reinforcements are coming."

"Could it be them?"

Porridge Dragon thought of the two masters Lin Hong had brought at the time, his expression slightly changed.

If you continue, the hidden world master will probably lose his life. Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth and stood up: "No matter so much, I can help a little."

Although he was seriously injured, it did not affect the cast of illusions.

Before leaving the cave, a familiar person appeared, it was Lin Hong.

"Long time no see, are you okay? Yo, who is this?"

Lin Hong shifted his gaze to the Lord of the Undead, followed by Gao Zhuang and a few masters. As for the others, they were helping Po Meng.

"Good fellow." The Lord of the Undead reluctantly sat up, "Are you the King of Hades, do you want to go out?"

"Grandma Meng is in danger, I will come naturally, why, have any opinions?"

Lin Hong said, waving his hand, Gao Zhuang drew out his weapon and walked towards him.

Fu Jiaojiao bit her lower lip: "Don't come here!"

"Beauty, isn't it okay to go home with me? Why rebel? Now it's a fixed number, and the underworld will last forever!"

Lin Hong shook his head, seemingly incomprehensible.

"Bah!" Fu Jiaojiao snorted.

"You have Mengpo soup, right? You know how to wake up yourself, right? Coward, why not face your true self!"

Fu Jiaojiao seemed to feel aggrieved with tears in her eyes.

Lin Hong was amused: "Are you telling me a joke? I am the one I am now."

"You are a scumbag now!"

Fu Jiaojiao drew her sword and stood in front of the porridge dragon and the Lord of the Undead, facing a stronger opponent than herself, without fear.

"Sister, you go quickly." The undead lord stood up forcibly, angered and spouted a mouthful of blood.

"No... I won't go."

Fu Jiaojiao had no plans to leave at all.

She wiped away her tears: "I want to protect you."

"The strength of the two sides is not equal, we have already lost."

The Lord of the Undead seems to be many years old at this moment.

He took out the pen he got from Bo Anzhi at the time: "I can draw you a door to the outside. This is the only chance to live."

"Brother, take a rest, I'm not going anywhere."

Fu Jiaojiao is holding a long sword.

She exhaled: "Although there are only two of us left in this team ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, we will never retreat, let alone leave anyone behind."

"Why bother?"

Lin Hong shook his head gently.

A smile on his face: "In fact, to put it bluntly, even if I stand in front of you, I won't be killed by you, will I?"

"No! You dare to come and try!"

Fu Jiaojiao was very firm.

"Ha, I'm your husband, don't be so cold." Lin Hong licked his lips and walked over slowly.

"you……"

Faced with these words, Fu Jiaojiao was obviously a little confused and involuntarily stepped back.

But in the end, Lin Hong came to her quickly: "Go back with me and enjoy the glory and wealth of a lifetime. When the underworld stabilizes, we can live forever together. Isn't that good?

"Never!"

"why?"

"Because... you are not him, just a fake."

Fu Jiaojiao's eyes were red.

Lin Hong suddenly pinched her neck: "Do you know what it means to toast and not eat fine wine?"

"Even if you kill me, you are not him, never!"

Fu Jiaojiao said these words very hard, her face gradually paled, and she was obviously unable to breathe.

On the other side, Gao Zhuang came to the front of the Lord of the Undead, took out a long axe, and hacked it down hard, with a grinning smile on his face.