Now that he has extracted the root of the poison powder that will make the demon beast crazy, Luo An'an will also start to develop an antidote.

However, An Baobao is not so bad, and it is kind to let the demon beasts regain their consciousness at the same time as the brain injury is also recovered, so as long as those demon beasts are not so ferocious, it is fine. As for the mind damaged by poison...... Whatever!

An Baobao is obsessed with researching antidotes and no longer has space. And Mo Jiuxiao took advantage of this time to thoroughly understand the military defense arrangement of the dark city.

As a result, since it was unexpected and expected, the demon cultivation in the dark city was almost half the number of the Dark Lords.

Many of the previous rumors that the demon cultivators killed the dark city were all under the guise of a disguise, in fact, those people not only did not die, but they also hid in the shadows and lived well, just waiting for the dark city lord to break through and rebel.

"Those people still haven't moved?"

After patrolling the mountain today, Mo Jiuxiao was called over by that demon cultivator for questioning as usual.

Mo Jiuxiao shook his head, but there were dark waves flowing between his eyes.

"It shouldn't be!" The demon cultivator got up and walked back and forth twice, his face was cautious: "The spies inside the door said that the door master has noticed that something is wrong here, and it is impossible not to do anything!

"Don't be anxious, they won't be able to discover our secrets. ”

Demon Xiu glanced at Mo Jiuxiao, and there was disdain in his tone: "Idiot, wouldn't it be better if we could catch the spy earlier?

Mo Jiuxiao lowered his head and responded lightly: "Yes." ”

"Okay, you keep an eye on those people for me!Go back!" Demon Xiu glanced at Mo Jiuxiao irritably, and drove people away impatiently.

Not long after Mo Jiuxiao left the stone castle, he was confronted by several demon cultivators.

"Eh, oil cakes, let's go drink together!" Zhao Moxiu saw him with sharp eyes and greeted him warmly.

Another person patted Zhao Moxiu, and said in a strange manner: "What are you calling nonsense, people are deacons now, where can we look at the bad wine we drink every day?"

The rest of the people didn't speak, but they obviously didn't want to see Mo Jiuxiao. Why, they have been tired and half dead from patrolling the mountains every day since they came here, but this kid only needs to supervise their work, which is called a relaxed one. Damn, obviously they all came together, but now-

Who will be comfortable with this kind of thing!

Zhao Moxiu reacted, touched his head and laughed awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

Mo Jiuxiao was silent for a long time, and just when everyone thought he was angry, he suddenly raised his head and said with a faint smile: "Since that's the case, let's go, the wine that Brother Zhao owes me can just be offset." ”

Everyone was stunned, as if they didn't expect him to react like this. But at the moment, it's hard to refuse to make too much trouble, so I have to take him awkwardly.

Mo Jiuxiao quietly observed the faces of other people along the way, but found that everyone's attitudes had calmed down, and they couldn't see anything anymore. Zhao Moxiu occasionally showed an apologetic smile to him, as if he was very embarrassed.

A bunch of clowns!

Mo Jiuxiao hooked his lips and smiled in his heart, he had already guessed who the spy in this group of people was. Drinking, just to make it easier for him to leak a little news.

The cultivation of several people is not low, and the wine they drink is naturally not really bad wine. And the wine field is also the best place for men to establish friendship, and Mo Jiuxiao's "bold" wine really won him a lot of favorability.

In Mo Jiuxiao's memory, Oil Cake is a person who is not strong enough to drink, and it is easy to get drunk.