Chapter 895

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He stretched out his hand, and the fingertips wearing the black dragon scale gloves easily penetrated the chest of the ink burning, and the ink burning did not feel the slightest pain.

"You are indeed not a living person." Demon Venerable said, "You are just a gathered soul."

The ink burned without saying a word.

The Demon Venerable said lazily: "My ancestors set a rule that the sphenoid beauty seat in the mortal world cannot return to the Demon Realm unless it is hostile to the gods and destroys the forbidden technique of Fuxi. ... From the Zhenlong chess game to the gate of life and death in time and space, you are here for you. They did it, my hero."

The ink burned and said: "That's not what I want to do. That's Hua Binan--"

"He is a godless bastard." Demon Venerable's eyes showed a look of contempt, "He once swore that he would never kill his kind in his life. But he didn't do it."

"...You mean he killed Song Qiutong?"

"No." Mozun said, a pair of ruby-like eyes reflected the phantom of the burning ink. He raised his hand and gently stroked the face of the burning soul, "You know who I am talking about."

"..."

"You have already sensed it from the moment the door of the Demon Realm opened." Demon Venerable's eyes were sharp like a sharp knife, "Otherwise you wouldn't have promised your little fairy in the end, you actually know it in your own heart. ."

The ink burned without a sound, and the two eyelashes fell.

Demon Venerable slowly straightened up, and his tall figure cast a thick black shadow on the ground. He said: "Mo Weiyu, you should know that there is a very special kind of beauty seat in this world. They won't shed golden tears, and they won't have any demonic breath. If they don't recognize their ancestors, they will even be seated with beauty. Even the Huangshan evil spirit of Qi can't detect it. So some people won't realize their true identity until they die..."

The ink burned gān Babadi: "So what."

Demon Venerable smiled: "So what?... You should know that this kind of person can inherit the domineering spiritual power of the ancient Demon Race, just like Song Xingyi, the leader of Huabi many years ago."

As he said, a purple-black Huaguang suddenly lit up on his fingertips. He pointed this Huaguang towards the ink burning, and the halo immediately floated into the ink burning soul. At the same time, the ink burning only felt a surge. The vigorous power galloped through the three souls and six souls, and then was completely absorbed by himself.

The Demon Venerable looked at everything in front of him and said with a smile, "Look, you can really absorb the strength of my clan."

"..."

"I'm talking about you." Demon Venerable said, "You are another special beauty seat after Song Xingyi. It's just that you never found out. Hua Binan didn't even notice it."

The ink burned and raised his eyes.

Mozun put his hands behind his back and looked at the floating flowers outside the window again: "Pity him, he swore that he would never hurt his clan, and said he would protect every sphenoid beauty seat that can be protected. But it will kill you for a lifetime."

The ink burned up from the ground, and he was not in the mood to listen to these, whether he was killed or used, it was all over.

There is only one thing he cares about now: "Can I go back?"

"Where are you going back?" Demon Venerable glanced back at him, "Human world?"

"world."

"What good is there in the world, a group of ants. You have the ability and courage, not to mention that you are my clan." The Demon Venerable said lightly, "It is precisely because you are a demon that I can call your soul and call you back to the devil. Gong - stay here, you will have ten thousand years of life, you told me with your strength that you can serve my clan."

The ink burned but smiled: "Sorry, I have only let others work for me, not for anyone."

Demon Venerable Red's faint pupils stared at him, without speaking, only with a little scrutiny and censure.

"...Okay." Mo Ran said, "There is only one exception. I am willing to serve him."

Demon Venerable sneered: "You serve a piece of wood?"

"He's not a piece of wood."

Mozun rolled his eyes: "I call him Xiaoxianjun to be polite. He is not even a god, that is, a rotten seedling planted by Shennong Laoer." Seeing the ink burning more and more angry, Mozun lived. Mouth, turned sideways, leaning against the window sill with a thin waist, "Are you having a bad mind?"

"You have to figure out one thing." Demon Venerable said, "If you really plan to go back, you still won't get the supplies of the Demon Race. You can only live for decades, at most a hundred years."

The ink burned very tight before, but when I heard this, I smiled instead: "So long?"

"..."

"It's really a hundred years old in this world."

The demons seem to be a little confused, but also a little annoyed: "The human race is only a life of ants, what can you do in decades? What can you do in a hundred years? I'm afraid that you will be half-toed in the sky, but you have such talent, but you are willing to be a dick in the tail." The more he talked, the more unhappy he became, and finally he said crisply, "Idiot."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were shaking. The demons thought he was angry at first, but after a while, after a closer look, he realized that he was holding back a smile.

Demon Venerable: "…………"

Mo Ran raised his head and smiled brightly: "How do you know?"

"..."

"In the world, many people say I'm stupid."

Demon Venerable rubbed his brow with his hand, and he seemed to have a headache, and he almost groaned: "How can there be such a shameful demon..."

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