And Da Zhuang was like bewitched, looking at Ye Weiye with fiery eyes.

The village chief looked at such a big man from the side, and suddenly felt so strange, he clenched the kettle in his hand, and felt a little scared.

Miss Ling had a dream, the dream was very long, but the face of the man in the dream began to blur, how long had she not thought of him?

And the appearance of Ye Weiran, as if tearing everything apart, did not leave her any fig leaf, and reminded her of those again.

Slowly opening her eyes, she saw the bright moon in the sky, and she couldn't tell where she was, in the tomb where she was buried? Or in your own cold boudoir?

"Are you awake?" A faint voice came from the side.

Miss Ling turned her head slightly, and saw that the night was unstained sitting there, and the hood still covered her face, leaving only the thin lips that were too red and colorful.

"What's wrong with me? It wasn't a dream...... "Miss Ling muttered, her mind still a little blurred.

She's still alive, a person stiffly alive.

"That mantra of mine has stimulated the demon element in your body, and the sudden rise in power makes you a little unbearable." Ye Weiran sat on the stone, dragging his chin and looking at Miss Ling: "Tell me, how can half of Purple Seventeen's Demon Yuan be in your body?"

You tell me, and I'll let you never have to worry about this demon yuan again. ”

Miss Ling just tilted her head sideways and looked at Ye Weiran, and a tear slipped silently from the corner of her eye: "Can you help me return this half of the demon yuan to him?" ”

"Don't you want to live?" Ye Weiran could see that Miss Ling was already a dead person, and it was all because of Purple Seventeen's half of the Demon Yuan hanging her life.

If you take out the demon yuan, Miss Ling, who is still alive at this time, will die immediately: "Whether it is the demonized human race, the demonized human race, or the demonized human race, there is no afterlife, because they have jumped out of the six reincarnations, and the Hades Palace will not accept it." ”

"But I really don't want to live." Miss Ling sat up slowly, looked at her hands, and her eyes were like dead ashes: "You can't let me be free, can you?" ”

"You come with me, I'll take you to see something." Ye Weiran smiled indifferently, waved his hand, and hid the two of them so that no one could see them.

And in the silent forest not far away, Miss Ling heard the sound of sharpening the knife, one by one, stimulating her heart.

Miss Ling couldn't help but follow the voice and walked over, pushing aside the dense bushes, and what she saw was Da Zhuang's back.

He sat there, holding a machete in his hand from nowhere, grinding on the stones on the ground, grinding again and again, making a screeching sound.

The village chief was tied aside, and his frightened eyes looked at Da Zhuang and trembled.

Da Zhuang set up a large iron pot in front of him, which also came from nowhere, and boiling water was boiling inside.

"Green onion, ginger, fennel, peppercorns, star anise...... How could that group of fools eat human flesh raw, it must be stewed in a cauldron, and the concentrated soup is the most delicious......"

Hearing Da Zhuang talking to himself there, Miss Ling's eyes widened and her hands trembled.

Under the moonlight, the shadow that fell to the ground was lying on its back, and the figure was obviously not the shadow that a person should have.

"Demon slaves can transform into Humans, infiltrate the Terrans, and the more they eat, the more they will resemble the Terrans.

The mantra I taught him can only intensify the demon element of the demon clan, and I just want you to hear it. ”