In the crowd, a maid said impatiently: "Why is hatred so important? You just need to know that the demons are not friends with us, they are enemies, and nothing else matters. ”

This kind of inexplicable hatred is only because someone told them that the demon clan is the enemy, so for thousands of years, everyone has upheld this concept. Maybe the demons did do something to invade and kill the demon world, those people hated the demons, chasing and killing the demons, but in their generation, even the demons didn't know anything, but the hatred was so strong, so terrible.

She couldn't tell what it was like, so she ate two bites of food and couldn't eat it anymore.

In the Penglai Valley, the high priest carried ink and mercury in the mountains and forests, and the three figures stepped on the branches of the trees and swept quickly, and the three of them ran all the way, and finally jumped out of the woods and stopped at the edge of the valley that was sunken downward.

The wind whined in the valley, and the countless roaring voices were terrifying and terrifying.

The Ink Boy stood at the edge of the valley, looking at the green grass in the valley, where the grass and trees were thriving, and countless rare flowers and plants were gorgeous and vigorous, but strangely, there was no sign of life.

There are flowers, but no butterflies.

There are trees, but there are no birdsong.

The wind in the valley blew his wide robe flying back, and the ink boy said, "It should be inside, but this valley feels very weird." ”

The high priest said, "Go in and have a look." ”

Looking inside, the mercury boy said uneasily, "Do you want to come to Your Majesty?" If the remnant soul of the Demon Devouring Beast is really inside, can we get out of it?" he said, turning his head to look at the ink boy.

The ink boy said: "If those rumors are true, even if the three of us join forces, we may not be able to get away with it." ”

The high priest's expression became solemn, and although there was peace in the valley, there was not the slightest sunshine in such a large valley, and there was not the slightest sign of living creatures.

"Let's go in, Your Majesty ordered us to find out the truth, since we are here, there is no reason to return empty-handed. With that, he walked inside.

Ink and Mercury looked at each other and followed the High Priest inside.

After breakfast, Su Dandan began to run around the mountain again, and I heard that there were many big people on the mountain, but I don't know what kind of characters they were.

On the roof, she ran past one hall after another, and when she ran to the glass hall, she saw the Lingshan county lord who was stroking the qin in the courtyard and the sword practitioner, he was wearing a clothes like ink, and the posture of dancing the sword was capable, like flowing water, all in one go.

Su Dandan stopped, lying on the roof and looking at him, although he didn't know much about swordsmanship, but he looked good at dancing with a sword.

However, no matter how good-looking you are, Su Dandan, don't forget, in the Xuan Temple, he broke your wrist.

Thinking like this, she slapped her cheek and said, "Wake up, Su Dandan, don't heal the scar and forget the pain, no matter how good-looking you look, you can't eat it." As she spoke, she looked up at him, leaned on the roof and reviewed him from beginning to end, "In terms of clothing taste, it is not as good as Ao Zhan, dressed in black and black, and those who don't know think he is a crow spirit." ”

Her voice was not loud, but his ears were very good, and her muttering sound fell into his ears word for word with the sound of the wind.

His handsome face was expressionless, and he glanced at the people on the roof without moving.