Chapter 305: Eating That Child

He stretched out his hand, and the crow landed on his palm and instantly turned into a pool of thick ink, burrowed into his palm and disappeared, his eyes were dark in an instant, and then returned to normal, everything the crow saw in Su Mansion was included in his eyes.

Devouring the crow's memory, he turned and walked to the door, looking up at the sky, under the moonlight, the whole town was peaceful and peaceful, clean without the slightest demonic energy.

At the beginning of the Penglai melee, he fled to Jiangnan in the melee, hiding incognito in this Taoist temple, but as time went by, he found that his inner demon had grown stronger and stronger, in order to satisfy the inner demon and make it a little calmer, he needed to prey on other demons in large quantities to increase the power of the inner demon.

This practice is like drinking a donkey to quench his thirst, sooner or later he will play with fire and burn himself, but he has no way, he can't be completely devoured by the demons in his mind, and he can't separate him from his body.

As early as many years ago, he had a heart demon, maybe it was from the moment he brought the demon swallowing beast back to Penglai Island, maybe it was from the moment the heartless fruit grew, in order to suppress the heart demon, he devoured the heartless fruit, although the strength has increased, but the power of the inner demon has also increased, and the heart demon whose strength has been satisfied has fallen into temporary peace.

In the past, there was still a heartless fruit as a sacrifice on Penglai Island to appease the demons, but now that he has lost the heartless tree, he can only devour the demons to achieve the effect of calming the demons.

After the collapse of the demon rift, there are more and more demons that sneak into the world, but there is only this area in the south of the Yangtze River, and the demons are being devoured by him day by day, and there are fewer and fewer, and he has not seen the demons for a long time.

"How could a little doll have such a powerful demonic energy that could actually burn the magic slaying talisman. Under the candlelight, he stood in front of the door of the Taoist temple, his slender figure falling to the ground, the darkness writhing silently, like a mass of thick ink, viscous and evil.

At his feet, a black shadow writhed, and an eerie and hoarse voice came: "Eat him, eat that little doll." ”

Yuji looked down at the shadow under his feet, and patiently reassured: "Don't worry, I'll go and arrest him for you." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a viscous darkness like thick ink poured out from his palm, and one after another fell to the ground, turning into crows and staggering to his feet.

He said, "Bring someone here for me." ”

As soon as his words fell, the crows fluttered their wings and flew quickly in the direction of Su Fu.

In the room of Su Mansion, Su Dandan slept peacefully, and the crows in the courtyard outside the window swooped down, slamming into the window, and the moment his body hit the window, it turned into a dark black like thick ink, seeping into the gap and flowing in, flowing through the window gap and crawling through the wall, swimming like a snake to Su Dandan on the bed, and burrowing into her quilt.

The sound of rustling came, and after a while, a black egg rolled out of the thick inky darkness, and the shell was golden Sanskrit, and they ran towards the ground quickly with the black egg.

On the bed, Su Dandan turned over, opened a slit in her eyes in a daze, and saw a strange thing like ink rolling up in a safe space in the room to escape through the dim light, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

"What a bold man. With a loud shout, she quickly stretched out her hand, and the safe space wrapped in darkness flew back into her hand in an instant.

The ink-like darkness immediately swam out of the crack in the door, and Su Dandan's palm sword condensed out, chasing out, there was nothing outside the door, the courtyard was quiet, and the night wind heard the crickets in his finger.

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