Wen Wan knew that Egg would agree to her, and she and Egg were the most tacit partners! She smiled and said to the red-faced Egg, "Okay, okay, it's all yours. As long as you want it, I'll find it for you."

Come."

Just as Dandan was about to answer Wen Wan, her small watery eyes suddenly widened and she ran forward, her nose twitching non-stop: "No, the magic cultivator is here!"

"What?" As Wen Wan exclaimed, the egg nervously reported the information it had discovered to Wen Mu in the space: "Two senior demon cultivators, and these two are strangers, not the three in the city.

Demon cultivator..."

Wen Wan's face became solemn: "New ones?" Egg nodded and continued to report, "Seven intermediate demon cultivators and thirteen low-level demon cultivators. Master, I feel that they are here with bad intentions!" "Of course they are not, after all, we are mortal enemies.

!According to what we just said, you only need to be responsible for the safety of your brothers. You must wait until the necessary moment to take action, and don't expose you and Qinglong easily!" Wen Wan used his spiritual consciousness to stroke Egg's nervous fur.

"Don't worry, I will protect myself."

Egg is here to report the situation of the demon cultivators to Wen Wan, and Qinglong is also reporting the situation to Gao Yeyun over there. It must be said that they both love their masters and are willing to grow up with them.

After Gao Yeyun heard what Qinglong said about the situation of demon cultivators, his thoughts coincided with his wife Wen Wan's thoughts. They both asked their own divine beasts to protect the stunned brothers. Probably the only difference was that

That was the starting point of this idea. Wen Wan was doing it for his sect, while Gao Yeyun was just doing it for Wen Wan. He didn't want to see her sad, even if the one who made her sad was her sect brother. He

Gao Yeyun is selfish, so selfish that he wants to take all Wen Wan's emotions for himself.

Zeng Sheng in the courtyard watched the signal baton in his hand blossoming into purple flowers in the air, and then slowly falling in the dark night. Ah, it looked so like him. The sick eyes in Zeng Sheng's eyes were fixed on the fireworks.

, I don’t want to leave for a moment. Look at these bright and brilliant fireworks. It looks like he is going through fire and water for his family. He is so beautiful and brave.

What is beautiful are fireworks, what is brave is Zeng Sheng? Otherwise, how could we say that there are so many hateful people in the world? Why are hateful people called hateful? Isn’t it just hurting close people in the name of intimacy? Zeng Sheng

He didn't feel that he had done anything wrong at all, even though there were countless people who had been close to him lying on the ground behind him, probably only in the past.

A flying ship flew towards the horizon. Zeng Sheng looked at the flying ship getting closer and closer. His face gradually turned red, his mouth was slightly open, and he breathed the air eagerly and excitedly. He felt like he was going to die, because of that majesty.

And died in a sacred scene, look at the flying blood skull flag, and look at the red to black hull, the legendary flying ship soaked in countless human blood!

Zeng Sheng's knees slowly bent involuntarily, and with a plop sound, he knelt on the ground, splashing countless dust. In the flying dust, the demonic energy surrounding him began to stir, and the demonic energy gradually hit his forehead and the whites of his eyes.

It also turned black and red, just like crying blood but unable to shed tears, and gradually formed endless scars in the eyes.

Zeng Sheng was possessed by a demon, and the unformed residual image in the center of his forehead clearly showed that he was a failed demon, a demon that had not completed evolution, and a demon at the lowest level! He was not accepted by the demon clan, and he was not accepted by the demon clan.

How come the person who accepts it won’t be laughed at?

"Haha..." Harsh and sharp laughter came from the flying ship. Zeng Sheng raised his head and looked carefully. He saw a group of monks wearing black cloaks and covering their faces flying from the center of the flying ship. Some were riding swords.

Some ride on fans, and some even ride on iron tugs. It can be said that their weapons are all kinds of strange, and they are indeed the most complex demon clan.

"This kid turned out to be a demon, and a failed demon!" The demon cultivator with a black triangle on his forehead laughed at Zeng Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground. Before Zeng Sheng could say a word, he slapped him with his palm.

As Zeng Sheng flew out, the Black Triangle Demonic Cultivator laughed evilly, without any mercy in his mouth, "It's really embarrassing. You still want to be a part of our Demonic Cultivator? That's funny!"

"Oh, my master, wipe your hands quickly. Don't waste your efforts on irrelevant people. It's not worth it!" A low-level demon cultivator knelt down and handed the hand to the black triangle demon cultivator Lin Taliang.

Put on a light pink silk scarf.

"Pink?" Lin Taliang lowered his eyes, and the words out of his mouth were chilling.

Man, he didn't take the silk scarf handed over by the low-level demon cultivator, nor did he look at the low-level demon cultivator who was full of flattery, but a ball of energy began to condense in his hand.

"Master Liang, have you forgotten? This is the handkerchief of your favorite little girl a few days ago, and it has your favorite osmanthus fragrance on it!" The low-level magic cultivator slightly handed the handkerchief forward.

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"But that little lady whose skin I made into a screen?" Lin Taliang seemed to be interested. He pinched the silk scarf and put it under his nose and smelled it again and again, his eyes sliding through waves of dark light.

, "Ah, it smells really good. Okay, you go back and receive the reward." After saying that, he turned around and asked the silent senior magic cultivator beside him, "Yanniang, do you have any bad ideas? Why don't you say anything?"

The senior magic cultivator known as Yan Niang glanced at Lin Taliang coldly: "Don't forget your mission!" After saying that, he walked towards the house, seemingly unwilling to talk to Lin Taliang.

Zeng Sheng, who was slapped by Lin Taliang to the corner of the room, his eyes lit up when he heard the mission. He stood up in a hurry, ran to Lin Taliang's feet, hugged Lin Taliang's calf and fawned: "I know, I, I, I

I know the mission, take me with you!"

The low-level magic cultivator next to Lin Taliang drew a cruel curve on his lips. This newly possessed person (Zeng Sheng) was really pitiful. Didn't he know that what Lin Taliang hated most was when others suddenly approached him for no reason?

Not to mention that he hugged Lin Taliang's calf. He thought his life was too long! As he expected, the man holding Lin Taliang was slapped to death by Lin Taliang. Look at that incredible thing.

The little eyes are really pitiful.

Lin Taliang patted the non-existent dust on his robe: "No need to remind me, of course I remember what the mission is. Isn't it just to bring these people back to the main city of the demons? But the right protector wants to live this time, really

I wonder why an old woman who likes studying dead bodies so much started to study living people? Is it possible that she needs to change her cultivation technique and start some kind of method of harvesting yang and replenishing yin? That is really funny!"

"That's enough. It's not up to you to discuss how the right protector is doing. If you want to complete this mission well, take the people in the house back to me!" Mei Niang untied her cloak and handed it to the junior next to her.

The magic cultivator said, "Take it, I will come to you to get it when I return. If I lose it, I will pay for it with my life."

The low-level magic cultivator carefully put the cloak on his bent arms, lowered his head and humbly responded: "Yes, you must be careful."

In fact, if you look closely, you can see that there is a very clear hierarchy among this group of magic cultivators. The cloaks worn by low-level magic cultivators are dark gray with red silk threads on their collars and cuffs. The cloaks worn by intermediate magic cultivators are black with silver silk threads on their collars and cuffs.

Embellishment, while the senior magic cultivator is purple-black, with golden threads on the collar and cuffs. Observing this way, you will find that among their group of magic cultivators, the two senior magic cultivators are Mei Niang and Lin Taliang. No wonder Lin Ta

The good sense is so unbridled that he even dares to make jokes about the right protector. It turns out that he is a high-level demon cultivator! As for the cloak that Yan Niang values ​​​​is a symbol of the demon cultivator’s status outside, and it is also a must-have for them when they go out to kill people. In Yan Niang’s eyes, this

This cloak that represents the superiority of the demons must not be discarded. If she discards it, how can she explain it to the demon lord? She is a high-level demon cultivator personally consecrated by the demon lord!

Lin Taliang and Yan Niang both seemed to have the common problems of high-level magic cultivators, arrogance and a high sense of honor. Because of this arrogance, Yan Niang and Lin Taliang did not order the low-level magic cultivators to check whether everyone in the house was safe.

They were indeed stunned, and because of their superior sense of honor, although the two personally threw everyone in the house to the open space in the courtyard, they did not tie them tightly, including Wen Wan and Gao Yeyun who were pretending to be unconscious.

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"You guys!" Lin Taliang frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead condensed into balls. He roughly wiped the hands he had just picked up, even though the palms and backs of his hands turned red quickly due to the force of the force, and even some places were already red.

The skin was broken, Lin Taliang seemed not to feel it, his mouth was full of disgust, "Ah, I'm really crazy, why don't you low-level demon cultivators throw them into the prison of the flight cabin? What do you want?

Damn it!"

Lin Taliang's voice became louder and louder, until there were a few drops of blood on the back of his hand, he stopped shouting, his head was slightly lowered, and his eyes were filled with confusion. He did not realize how much he had used.

It took a lot of force to make his hand look like this bloodstained one. After a moment of daze, Lin Taliang squinted his eyes, raised the corners of his eyes, and spoke with a small mouth.

Zhang gently stuck out the tip of his tongue, and a few drops of blood appeared.

"Wait a minute!" Yanniang suddenly spoke out, interrupting the low-level magic cultivators who were just preparing to carry it. She twisted her body to the foot of the tree, carefully stared at the people on the ground, and couldn't help but sigh: "I didn't expect there was something else.

A person with such a sign can really be my cauldron."

"Huh?" Lin Taliang stepped forward in confusion, leaned forward to look at the person Yan Niang was looking at, and couldn't help but sneer: "He is Mr. Gao Yeyun, whom the Right Protector is asking for. Are you sure you want to fight with the Right Protector? You women?

Ah, what's wrong, I just like handsome ones!"

The disgraced Yan Niang glared at Lin Taliang angrily, turned around and walked away, regardless of whether the person lying on the ground was handsome or ugly and could catch her eye.

When Qinglong heard that the senior demon cultivator Yanniang was going to use her master Gao Yeyun as a cauldron, Qinglong couldn't help but think of the mistress Wen Wan. It definitely knew that the woman was going to be jealous, and its master would probably be in bad luck. If the mistress refused, he would be jealous.
Chapter completed!