Chapter 213: You Must Go Back Alive

Zhu San was afraid, and after coming out of his Black Prison Mountain Pig Tribe, he was called to join the expedition of the Azure Snake King Yu Linglong to fight against those soulless corpses, met Taiji Panda A Bao, and took the opportunity to prepare poems for several years, so that the Demon Emperor manifested and became important.

Originally, I thought that this would be his path to complete rise, but everything changed after Po completely disappeared that night.

That time, Ah Bao made "The Legend of Wukong", which made the two demon emperors appear, and the people of the entire demon domain knew him, the first demon clan to manifest in the [Demon God Network] and enter the Liufang.

That night, whether it was Zhu San, Yuemei, Yu Linglong, or Siniang, they all believed that they had completely risen, and even the Fire Demon Emperor rushed to congratulate them.

However, the real protagonist Ah Bao completely disappeared after a game of unties, and they waited for a long time to see Ah Bao come back, so they hurriedly went to see it.

There was no trace of a fight, but Yu Linglong sensed the breath of the human race with a secret method.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

That super strong human race, before the corpse abyss, attracted the soulless corpse to come out, and even came to assassinate Bao, thanks to the timely arrival of the Fire Demon Emperor, who was seriously injured and fled, the Fire Demon Emperor stayed for three days, and was sure that the human race left.

However, how could it appear again, and Po was even more missing.

Everything is already self-evident.

Po is either dead or taken captive.

The honor of the Azure Snake King only lasted for a few days, and he fell directly into the trough, and even worse, and there was guilt.

In the past fifty years since the appearance of the Demon God Network, the first Liufang writer, the first demon clan to be a model for countless demon clans, was killed or taken away in such a grand manner, and the Azure Snake King was about to bear heavy responsibility, and even the fiery demon emperor was furious and was punished by the demon emperor.

For this reason, Yu Linglong has been brought to the demon clan royal capital for trial and punishment, and the territory is temporarily managed by the four-pupil spirit fox Siniang, and recently, there have been more soulless corpses on the side of the corpse abyss.

Siniang divided the subordinates on both sides into two groups, one group went all out to kill those soulless corpses, and the other group looked for traces of Bao.

If you live to see a demon, you must die to see a corpse.

As Bao's 'cousin', a close person, believing in blood induction, of course he was the first to be joined by Siniang as a search team, although his poetry is very good, but compared to Bao, who has already written, it is still much worse.

He also searched hard, radiating out of the entire Azure Snake King's territory, and the level of the soulless corpse became higher and higher, and the team members who followed him to find it became fewer and fewer, and they were all killed by the soulless corpse.

But they can't stop, their own king is still imprisoned, as long as they find Bao, she can come back.

I have to say that Yu Linglong, as their king, is really good to them, and they can't watch the king not come back, and in the future, the Mobei Forest is likely to be completely chaotic.

It's just that I didn't expect to find the border territory and meet a large number of Terrans.

At that time, he knew that soulless corpses not only appeared in the territory of the demon race, but also many on the human side, and even began to slaughter villages.

The Terrans, on the other hand, believe that it was their demon clan that deliberately threw and guided the soulless corpses.

It's just that a large number of elites have been sent to the Terran border to impose martial law, and soulless corpses can still appear from the territory behind them, how did the demon clan do it?

Therefore, after meeting them, the upper echelons of the Terran did not kill them, but wanted to force them to tell them the secret passage or means of transporting the soulless corpses.

God's mercy, how do we know that we can't finish dealing with the soulless corpses in our own territory.

And although the corpse abyss is in the territory of the demon clan, no one can deal with it, the soulless corpses in it are human races, there are also demon clans, inexhaustible, who knows where so many come from, you have the ability to go into the corpse abyss to investigate.

I'm sure no one will stop you, not even you.

His companions died one by one, and he thought that he would not be able to live, and one night he wrote a poem to the moon, lamenting the unfairness of fate, and did not want to be heard by the human race, and after several tosses, he was sent here.

The aristocratic circle of the human race is regarded as a playful entertainment head.

Looking at so many Terrans, pointing and pointing, listening to their words, Zhu San couldn't resist at all, and the Terrans here seemed to be all higher than his cultivation.

The old man standing next to the cage at this moment, who I heard just now, seems to be the writer of the Terran Tiandao Network.

Baishi, I can't imagine it, although he has also read the Baishi books that flow from the human race, but the demon clan [Demon God Network] has only appeared A Bao and a well-known writer at present.

To live, to live.

Po hasn't been found yet, maybe Po is like himself, because he can compose poems and was caught here for them to have fun.

Only by being alive can there be hope for everything.

The return of the king, the pacification of the forest of the desert north, and the waiting of the family's Black Prison Mountain.

Everything has to be lived.

Zhu San got up, faced Zhu Wen's words, and nodded.

Seeing this, Zhu Wen immediately smiled.

If you don't cooperate, Dianmo Lou seems to have prepared some other means.

Zhu Wen turned around and looked at everyone: "I know that everyone doesn't believe it, and I didn't believe it at the beginning, but I did see it, you are very familiar with the poetry of our human race, and you can clearly distinguish between good and bad." ”

Zhu Wen clapped his hands, and a servant from the ink building brought a cardboard box: "This is the title of the poem that will be written in this literary meeting, if you believe in the old one, I will immediately take out one and let this pig demon make it within a limited time, you can make it true or false, can it?" ”

"Haha, Master Wen said with a smile, we absolutely believe you."

"That's fair, hurry up, I'm going to compare with this demon clan."

"Mr. Wen, hurry up."

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Everyone suddenly buzzed, Zhu Wen nodded, then reached into the cardboard box, stirred it, and then immediately took out a note and unfolded it.

Looking at the title, he smiled lightly, and then turned around to show everyone.

"Thoughts? What does that mean? ”

"This topic covers a wide range of topics, there are too many longings, lovesickness, friends, lovers, hometowns, and so on."

"Why, you're afraid, this topic is very difficult for a pig, but don't make a pig and kill you at that time."

"Hey, who's afraid of whom, don't talk, I'll think now."

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Zhu Wen looked at some people and began to ponder, Zhu Wen turned around and showed the note to Zhu San.

"So, please start, your life is up to you."

Zhu San looked at the words of the human race, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, regarding the topic of missing, he had already done a lot when he was not out of the mountain, but in order to get the manifestation of the demon emperor, he was selected and selected.

And here, it's not about how good it is, but about being able to make poems and prove its worth.

Just in an instant, he immediately remembered a song and raised his hand.

The next moment, the people who were still pondering on the surrounding buildings and preparing to write a poem in seven steps were directly stunned.

Are you kidding?

Really?

I'm not as fucking good as a pig.