You Don't Want to Be Locked in Hell of Endless Torment, Do You?

Nezha was really getting more and more mischievous. Morgana was speechless. Although he regarded Carl as a friend, he did have selfish motives.

But no matter what, he would definitely carry out what the Heavenly Venerate had instructed properly.

There would absolutely be no slackness. Yet Nezha before her was indeed constantly dancing on the Heavenly Venerate's minefield.

"If you want the Heavenly Venerate to lock you in Hell of Endless Torment, you can work toward that anytime. I can help too. When the time comes, I'll guard Hell of Endless Torment properly."

The moment Hell of Endless Torment was mentioned, Nezha immediately behaved himself. He knew that once someone was imprisoned there, it would be for at least several hundred years.

And it was especially boring there. He did not want to get himself locked up over Carl's affairs.

He also knew that the Heavenly Venerate would definitely be capable of doing it. He hurriedly shook his head and immediately put on a flattering smile.

"Big Sis, I was only joking with you. There's no need to report me to the Heavenly Venerate, right? Besides, Carl is indeed a little detestable, but I never intended to destroy the body she worked so hard to obtain."

Nezha felt a little regretful. If he had not been afraid that the Heavenly Venerate would hold it against him this time, he would have destroyed that so-called thing without hesitation.

At last, they arrived where Carl was. Carl opened a spacetime gate and floated inside it. Seeing that wisp of remnant soul, Nezha could not help laughing!

"Weren't you acting all smug last time? You even wanted to destroy our Cyber Heavenly Court. Well, look at you now. You've turned into a wisp of soul floating around up there. Don't you find that