In the city of Gangnam in early summer, the sun shines brightly during the day and the sea breeze blows at night.

The cool sea breeze gently blows through the treetops, and the leaves rustle;

Caressing the calm surface of the lake, there is a sparkling wave;

Drifting through the silent corridor, the young man put his arms around the girl's shoulders.

The perfect night, like a Jiangnan girl caressing the long qin, gentle and subtle.

The heat wave dissipated, and a chill spread.

As if asleep, they forgot to chirp, except for a few crickets lying on their stomachs in the intoxicating grass and singing softly.

Late at night, the hustle and bustle of the city becomes quiet.

There was a thin mist in the air, and noisy neon lights loomed through the fog of "indifference". The dim street lamps emitted a faint glow like fireflies, slowly melted by the "lonely cold" fog.

The "cold" night is like a faded translucent black gauze evening dress, bathing, beautiful and moving. The fine droplets of water greedily caressed her plump and white carcass, exuding a warm and charming aroma. Seductive eyes, delicate red lips and suffocating gasps arouse vigorous and restless desire. The unobstructed, delicate and silky skin swayed and jumped in the hazy vapor, squeezing the narrow rationality of the admirers and torturing the innocent souls of the humble gentlemen. Finally, after the entanglement and suffering, the walls of self-control collapsed, inspiring the most primitive bestiality and infinite possessiveness of the creatures, repeating the bottomless indulgence and joy.

Intoxicating desire, like a bottomless black hole, swallows everything, but is perfectly hidden in beauty and tranquility.

And the intoxicating and inextricable beauty quietly tears off the veil of gentleness, revealing terror and hideousness, devouring willful greed and endless desire.

In the cemetery in the suburbs, the night is even more frighteningly quiet.

A crescent moon rises and falls in the mist, like a boat swaying with the waves, disappearing and disappearing.

Night, eerie.

Occasionally, there is a little bit of fire, and I don't know if it's phosphorus fire or fireflies.

The rich black color shrouded like an impenetrable cage. A cool breeze blew through the soul bells of the tomb, and the hula rattle released a suffocating coldness and terror.

In the bleak grave tree, a strange owl stood. Like a judge, he stared at his brass bell-like eyes, releasing a faint blue light, and stared coldly at everything on the grave.

A flock of fat rats cut through the low bushes and were gathering in front of the monument to scramble for the grave offerings, and every now and then there was a "squeak" fight.

Suddenly, a shining arc of light pierced the shroud of the night and slashed straight at an ordinary grave, directly blasting the grave bag from the inside out. A choking puff of smoke frightened a group of rats competing for food.

Only the strange owl watched the development of events calmly, like an "old driver" accustomed to supernatural events. It is like an experienced hunter, rationally and cold-blooded, staring at the target prey, waiting for the best time to attack.

The owl's anomaly attracted onlookers from other animals. In a short time, dozens of huge crows gathered on the branches near it. Gathered together in twos and threes, from time to time there were two croaks, echoing in the quiet and empty cemetery, adding a touch of coldness and weirdness.

Before the smoke had completely cleared, a dirty hand suddenly stretched out from inside the ruined tomb, piercing the dead silence. Frightened, two or three crows straightened up and flapped their wings twice.

The strange phenomenon immediately attracted the owl's attention, tilting its head sideways and staring intently. A white-headed crow stood up straight, waved its wings twice, and all the crows closed their beaks as if commanded, and accompanied the owl to keep an eye on the movements in the grave.

After two or three attempts, the dirty hand grasped a broken stele and slowly crawled out of an unkempt and dirty man with long hair, standing motionless by the grave.

What's even more strange is that the man's whole body is surrounded by a thin, hazy, black "corpse qi". It radiates from the inside out, as if it is burning.

This strange phenomenon did not last long, and after half a cigarette, the man seemed to have regained his mobility, and all the "corpse qi" on his body dissipated.

The night was too dark to see his face clearly, but he felt relatively thin.

"Cough••cough•cough•"

"Damn King Jizo, how dare you play tricks on the deity, thinking that I, the Tang Tang Heavenly Demon Emperor, actually landed on the earth in such an unbearable way. Wait, don't let me see you next time, and see how I clean you up then. The man clenched his fists and coughed against his mouth as he grumbled.

"Fortunately, I was not seen, otherwise I would have been really embarrassed and thrown to my grandmother's house. ”

The man shook the leaves on his body, patted the dust on his body, wiped his face with his not very clean hands, and then laughed nervously: "Ha•••Ha••Ha•Ha•

"Cough••cough•cough•"

"Damn, this kid is really heavy, he almost killed me, if it weren't for the old love of King Jizo, I would have almost confessed..."

The man looked up and saw an owl and a flock of crows.

His eyes froze, and he suddenly seemed to realize something, snorted coldly, and said, "Okay, you can go back to your life." He owed me before, and this time he helped me, and it was settled. Go back and tell him that I'll visit him again in a hurry..."

The owl seemed to understand something, but without any indication of anything, it turned its head and flew away.

Immediately afterward, the crows flew away silently.

The night returned to a dead silence.

Looking at such a scene, it is estimated that a normal person would think that a madman who did not know which madhouse he ran out of was not sleeping in the middle of the night, running to the cemetery and shouting, crying and making trouble. Nine times out of ten, the hearts of the demons and demons are there.

But who knows, this person is the famous Supreme Immortal - the Heavenly Demon Emperor who has just experienced the battle of the Divine Spirit Domain and fled to the earth.

The Heavenly Demon clutched his heart, panting heavily.

"Damn, the injury is too serious this time, we must find the boss as soon as possible, otherwise this time it will really be useless. ”

He clenched his fists, took a breath, and tested his "Divine Mansion". It was found that the vast majority of the power of the Universe Yuan Spirit had been sealed, and only less than one percent of the power could be used, and it was extremely unstable, unable to support the continuous Body Protector Qi Shield.

However, there is also good news, that is, the veins of the Heavenly Demon Eye are still running smoothly. It means that if you encounter danger, you can also use the power of the Heavenly Demon Eye and the meager body protection shield to protect yourself.

Fortunately, it is on the earth, if it is in the Divine Spirit Domain, according to the current situation, any warrior can beat him. It's not hard to understand why he turned to King Jizo for help sneaking to Earth.

"It seems that the second kid is not completely dead, I don't know if this can hide from the demon insect Lao'er..."

Heavenly Demon muttered in his heart, the most important thing at the moment was to find the "boss" as soon as possible. According to King Jizo, he descended to the East China Sea and was rescued in a fishing village called Xiaoyang Village. It seems that we have to find someone as soon as possible to ask where this little foreign village is.

After making up his mind, he looked around and noticed that there seemed to be the sound of human activity not far away. Following the sound, I found that in the depths of the cemetery, four men and a woman were pulling and pulling with each other, as if there was some kind of dispute.

It is said that "curiosity kills cats", even immortals can't avoid the nature of curiosity, not to mention a generation of demons known for their cynicism!

The Heavenly Demon Cat bent his waist, shrunk his head, approached cautiously, hiding behind a tall tombstone, staring at the scene in front of him with a curious baby look, and had long forgotten about his so-called "business".

Four big men surrounded a young girl in the middle.

The girl had long hair and wore a black wide-cuffed T-shirt, which may have been the reason for the pull just now, and the neckline was torn, revealing her shaved and smooth shoulders and a large snow-white chest.

The lower body is a short skirt that goes above the knee. The legs are wrapped in black stockings, which modify the two slender and straight legs. On his feet, he wore a pair of red "hating the sky". He was sitting on the concrete floor, his legs tightly clamped.

The stockings on the legs somehow broke several holes, revealing white flesh, and several big men drooled. The girl, on the other hand, clasped her hands tightly around her magnificent chest, trembling and pleading bitterly.

"Please, let me go, what do you want?"

"If you want a car, you can go. If you ask for money, you say, I can transfer it to you. ”

"Don't worry, I won't call the police..."

"Please, let me go!"

"Woooooooooooooooo