My Aunt is Three and a Half Years Old. She Holds a Milk Bottle and Tells Fortunes. the Whole Interne

 Mianmian is so depressed.

 As she was sleeping, she saw a person.

This man said that he was Hypnos, and he had listened to the command of Hades and invited her to be a guest in the underworld.

 “I’m not going.” Mianmian refused directly.

 She was very sleepy and tired, and now she just wanted to sleep.

 But Hypnos didn't listen, saying that if she didn't go, he would be punished by Hades or something. Seeing how pitiful Hypnos was, crying with tears in his eyes, Mian Mian was so annoyed.

 “What are you going to do? Mianmian is very busy.”

 Having to speak in Mi dialect makes Mianmian even more annoying.

 It is a foreign **** anyway, it has nothing to do with her.

Thinking about this, Mianmian lay down again confidently: "I really don't want to go, I'll go tomorrow."

Her refusal was very effective this time, and Hypnos disappeared directly from where he was.

Mianmian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to go back to sleep when Ayu's voice sounded: "Mianmian, there is a strange spiritual consciousness coming."

 The next second, a man wearing black clothes and with deep features appeared in front of Mianmian.

Just meeting him face to face, Mianmian knew why Ayu said that this man's consciousness was very strange. Because the man's body was covered in black mist, it made people think of death.

But this kind of black fog is different from the black fog under the sea.

Having guessed who this man was, Mianmian was very depressed: "Even if Pluto comes, Mianmian doesn't want to go to the underworld. Oh, Mianmian is not from your side, why do you disturb Mianmian's sleep?"

 Actually, she didn’t know why the Hades in the American territory was Hades.

 Mom said that the United States has only been founded for more than 200 years and has no history of its own. When my mother came to travel, she found no American gods except some strange creatures.

If she could meet her mother now, Mianmian would definitely tell her: "The gods in the United States are the same as those in many other Western countries. Pluto is Hades, who looks a bit like the great nephew from the beginning."

 This similarity refers to the temperament of two people.

Su Chenjin was like Hades at first, looking at people indifferently and having a cold aura, as if he could frostbite people.

 “You must come with me.”

Mianmian's guess was correct. The person who came to see her was indeed Hades, the King of Pluto in the West.

Hades said what he just said in a commanding tone, and wanted to wave his hand and take Mianmian directly to the underworld.

To his surprise, even though he waved his hand, things did not happen as he thought. Mianmian still stayed where he was, not being taken to the underworld with his death energy.

Hypnos appeared again at this time and whispered: "So it's really not your fault that I didn't take her away. I really couldn't take her away."

 Hearing what Hypnos said, Mianmian became more confident.

 She thought that the gods from the West would be very powerful, but in the end Hades couldn't take her away at all. If it were the gods from the East, they would definitely be able to do it.

Mianmian, who was originally irritable, suddenly became proud: "Hey, you guys go, Mianmian said she won't go, so she won't go."

The little breasted dumpling said, sticking out his little tongue and making faces at Hades.

Hades, as a god, is naturally handsome. He has silver hair, his fair face has a gloomy expression, and his deep eyebrows are like a storm brewing, and he looks very good-looking even when he is angry.

Mianmian was a beauty-obsessed person. She glanced at Hades dissatisfiedly and muttered: "Uncle Cui is also very handsome, my grandnephews are also very handsome, and Uncle Xuanwu is also very handsome. Oh, but he is handsome like a Westerner." They are different from those in the East, but Uncle Cui, grandnephew and uncle Xuanwu are still more handsome."

　　When mentioning Xuanwu, Mianmian thought of how when she came to the United States, Xuanwu said he was going to participate in the Autumn League of Glory of Kings and had no time to be with her.       Hence, he couldn't help but say a few words about Xuanwu who is addicted to games.

Little Milk Dumpling’s mutterings were clearly heard by the two Western gods present.

But they couldn’t understand Mianmian’s Long Country language, and thought Mianmian was scolding them in his hometown dialect. He was so angry that Hades waved his sleeves and disappeared from the place.

Hypnos glanced at Mianmian twice, hesitated to speak, and finally left without saying a word.

Mianmian just thought that the two guys didn't want to take her away, and fell into a deep sleep after a while. However, she couldn't sleep well this time as she was woken up by the sounds from the outside world.

"I told you to use all means to wake them up, including giving them pain. Charlie, you must agree, otherwise they may..."

 It is Saiyan who speaks.

 Saiya speaks Dragon Mandarin better than Charlie.

When Mianmian opened her eyes, she saw Saiyan and Charlie arguing, and rubbed her eyes: "What are you talking about?"

Charlie saw Mianmian awake and breathed a sigh of relief: "Look, there's no need to give them pain, my aunt is already awake."

Mianmian looked at this and that, still not understanding.

Lillie on the side explained that not long after she fell asleep, Saiya smelled the smell and came over. It is said that they have the aura of death on them, and they are probably targeted by the Western **** of death, which represents death.

The Western God of Death and Pluto are not the same person. The God of Death is an ominous **** who is more likely to kill people. With one swing of his scythe, he can take away a person's life.

After hearing this, Mianmian turned to look at Yang Xian. Her head was confused and she woke up with a jolt.

Yang Xian's body is full of death energy!

Mianmian quickly reached out her hand and probed Yang Xian's head.

With this investigation, she went directly into Yang Xian's spiritual residence. Then he saw Yang Xianzheng fighting with a man wearing black clothes and a hood.

In Yang Xian's Lingfu, half is pure white, and the other half has turned completely black. Both sides had long weapons in their hands, and there was back and forth during the fight. It looked like a draw.

 But Mianmian knew that from her point of view, it was obvious that the black energy of the God of Death accounted for a larger proportion.

 This means that Yang Xian is just struggling to support himself.

The fact is just as Mianmian thought, Yang Xian is indeed having a hard time supporting himself. He always felt that when using the moves, there was a sense of lag, and it was not as smooth as when he practiced it in Longguo.

Had I not practiced fighting before, I would have been taken away by the strange guy with a sickle.

 The more you fight, the harder it becomes.

Yang Xian was afraid that he would not be able to hold on and would really die in a foreign country.

 While he was frowning in worry, suddenly a force entered his body.

Yang Xian's whole body was shaken. When the three-pointed two-edged sword slashed horizontally, it directly cut the opponent's waist.

The opponent wanted to swing the sickle again, but he slashed with it again, and the opponent turned into black mist and slipped away.

Yang Xian put away his knife, turned around and found Mianmian.

Mianmian smiled and said, "Yang Xian, you look so handsome when you swing your sword."

Yang Xian looked away for a while before speaking: "Did you help me?"

Mianmian nodded vigorously: "Yes, the person you were fighting with just now was the God of Death from the West. We are not originally from this country, and fighting here will be restricted, so we have to cooperate."

“This is what my mother told me. Isn’t my mother very powerful? She can think of everything!” (End of this chapter)