"Father, I asked my mother to bring me in." Helena walked forward anxiously, and explained in a choking and trembling voice, "My scream just now was also killed... I want to help..."

"And if you pull the crotch a few more times, you won't have to change the pants you prepared after using them." Luna's face was filled with teasing smile, and she glanced at Allen's brand new pants with misty eyes. Then she looked at the god of death Haierbo as if nothing had happened, and a misty voice sounded: "Mr. Haierbo, gods are not convenient, it's too unpretentious... Magic such as explosions will also explode on yourself."

This sentence made the male witch very embarrassed, and the male god beside him was also very uncomfortable because of the fact that he described it bluntly. His lips moved but he didn't say anything.

In silence, Luna's head turned around, and she thought of something, waved to Helena and let her get closer.

"Herbo, this is Helena, my daughter and I." Luna pointed to the female ghost who was much taller than her at this time, and then pointed her finger at the god of death, "Herbo, this is the despicable Halena, the god of death."

Although he felt that the atmosphere was deviated and he fell into the other party's rhythm in a flash, the god of death Haierbo also replied to the politeness he should have and bowed slightly to Helena.

"Hello, Miss Harris."

After saying that, it seemed that something was missing. The old man reached out to find something on his magic robe on his body to find something to serve as a meeting gift, but then he realized that the robe on his body could only be regarded as a front robe.

This made the nasolabial folds on both sides of the nose wings of the white cheeks of the Death Bone raise upwards, and he mocked himself with a hint of embarrassment: "I'm so embarrassed. I'm not much better than Mr. Harris in this way now, but I'm rude in front of the two ladies."

Immediately, he took off his broken mirror-shooting cloak.

"The material of this mirror-shooting cloak is quite precious. If you don't dislike it, you can disassemble it and make some small shawls or small hats and other clothing suitable for women, which is of some use..."

The bucket floated in the air, folded it so well that it flew towards the female ghost from the air.

Looking at the mirror-shot cloak floating in front of her, Helena was also surprised why the scene became like this now, as if she was introduced to an elder by her parents.

Although the various intense scenes after the meeting with the female ghost were initially predicted, she had heard her parents say how despicable and cunningly the god of death were, and she didn't think that the other party would give a gift, so she looked at her parents in a little hurriedly and did not dare to accept the other party's gifts directly. Those bad words made her translucent little head start to work and speculated that the god of death Haierbo was cheating, and suspected that the other party had put a spell on the mirror cloak, because her acceptance would have a bad effect on her parents.

"Isn't thank Haierbo? Helena, don't worry about accepting it." Allen sighed helplessly at this time, "Since your mother has come in, Mr. Haierbo's most important purpose has been achieved, he will no longer use despicable means of being unable to use the table."

Hearing Allen say this, the originally closed lips of Death Haierbo loosened, and the unforgettable yellow eyes of his eyes bent, which also made the wrinkles on his forehead look more.

"Miss Harris, your parents are all equally smart..." After praise, the god of death even said kindly, "Please don't worry about your own safety. My next words may be a bit offensive... But please don't mind that ghosts are not living creatures. Strictly speaking, the dead are too nostalgic for the world of the living, or dare not come to me to come..." He turned his head and assured Luna, "Since you have all been on the appointment, I will not make things difficult for a younger generation... In fact, I will not leave her in the underworld, although strictly speaking, she does not belong to me and this or that..."

There was no ease or gratitude. Alan was nervous. The pressure brought by the current crisis strangled his throat. The feeling of powerlessness that sank into the deep sea deeply bound him: Now that Luna and the God of Death have already looked at each other, it will be difficult for her to leave the underworld again...

The more he thought about it, the more he felt the bone-broken chill. Despair made his deep eyes lose his figure when he had just mastered new power. In the previous battle with himself, the God of Death was just a human form, and he could not even beat it in this home court of the God of Death. Then if the opponent returned to the full form of the gods and began to fight, then the places where he could help in the battle between the two gods could not be said to be completely useless, but it would appear more limited here.

As a god and a living creature at that time, Luna was definitely not a match for the god of death Haierbo here.

"How to start? Or should I treat me to a meal first? Is it better to cut Greek cakes?"

Luna said, the giant dragon behind her suddenly shrank rapidly, and the five dragon heads quickly overlapped like phantoms, and they also gathered into Luna's appearance. Her skin was pale, her eyebrows were light, her silver eyes were protruding, and her light golden hair was flowing behind her like water waves, looking dazed, and obviously exuding a strange and fluttering temperament.

"Uh... Sorry, I didn't prepare so many copies before." Death was asked a little embarrassed, and then looked at Helena with even more embarrassment, "Why would you rather ask Miss Harris to go back first before you start?"

"No, I'll get her to the sky first."

Luna responded that before Helena expressed her disagreement, the clone behind her who had just transformed from a fire dragon back to Luna, had already stretched out her slender white palm, bent her five fingers and made a grabbing action. Then Helena was wrapped up, down, left and right, with some shields of the fence and prison formed by force fields, and then she was imprisoned and flew to the high sky and floating.

"Well, it's always a good thing to let her see more." Alan also seemed a little more open at this time. He held his staff and prepared to do his best.

"Well, let Allen go out after the fight? He is worried now. He will definitely not want to let him go out directly and run in by himself." Luna turned her head in the direction of Allen, her light golden curly hair slid down from her shoulders, and she said in a singing voice with a sympathetic tone.

Before the death God Haierbo could speak, Alan stood up straight with a stick and scolded him with anxiety.
Chapter completed!