Feng Qingning looked at Yinyue, who was still imposing just now, in disappointment, and sighed, "You are really worse than when you were in the Heavenly Realm..."

Silver Moon tied into a ball: "..."

Wen Qian didn't expect that she was about to be scared to death, the two of them were still talking nonsense, shaking their voices, "Please don't make a mess at this time, find a way to explain clearly..."

Feng Qingning smacked his lips and didn't speak.

"It's useless to explain, dare to trespass on the demon god, I'm afraid you don't know how to write dead words!"

Ma Yiheng snatched the fairy grass from Feng Qingning's hand and ordered someone to tie her up as well.

…

"Say, what kind of evil magic did you use to enter the demon god's place?" Ma Yiheng remembered Lin Qian's grievances, and deliberately raised his voice.

Your Highness, Feng Qingning played with his nails, as if he hadn't heard it.

Yinyue scratched her ears with her feet, but she didn't hear it either.

Only Wen Qian was so frightened that she didn't dare to say a word.

Ma Yiheng couldn't ask any more questions, so he walked to the only man in the hall with a gold rim on his sleeve, with a humble posture.

"Deacon, what do you think of it?"

The deacon glanced at the three people lightly, they were ordinary, ordinary, and they didn't even have the most basic immortal rank, such a person couldn't stir up any wind and waves at all.

He folded his hands behind his back, and said in a tone that didn't care much: "It's just three children, just get out." ”

"Deacon, since the establishment of the demon god, nothing like this has happened. Among these three people, there is only a tall girl with spiritual power, but her strength is not even a first order, how did such a few people enter the demon god? Is there something wrong with the door? Or did they use sorcery to upset the balance of the door? ”

The deacon raised his eyes again to examine the three men.

The young man in white was born cold and handsome, and a pair of fox eyes made him even more imposing, and his appearance was indeed more prominent, but his abnormal behavior made him look not very smart.

He shouldn't have the ability.

Looking at the black sweatshirt again, the girl with the hat buttoned on her head, although she deliberately covered half of her face, she could still see from her delicate chin that she was a good-looking girl.

It's just that he was born with a bad tire, and he doesn't sit like a normal person.

She is even more unlikely.

In the end, the deacon's gaze fell on Wen Qian, the only one with spiritual power, and his eyes were slightly cold.

Ma Yiheng was right, the door was an extremely important enchantment for the demon gods, and ordinary people were not capable of opening this door at all.

Even if it was really a problem with the door, in order to save the reputation of the demon god, he had to find someone to blame.

He took out the heavy code of the demon gods and flipped through the contents.

Ma Yiheng knew that his words had an effect, but the result he wanted was not the painless punishment in the code.

He approached the deacon and whispered, "The girl in the black sweatshirt just now auctioned the Qilin Immortal Grass for fifty merits at the auction house. With their immortal rank, where did these fifty merits come from? ”

The deacon looked at him and slowly tasted the meaning of his words.

How can three ordinary people with mediocre qualifications who can't even cultivate the immortal rank have the ability to obtain merit?

What's more, it's still a big number like fifty points?

Unless...

A faint momentum rose around the deacon, and he looked at the three men, and his majesty grew.

Wen Qian could see that the situation was serious, and now the two oil bottles were still sick, and now they could only rely on her.

"Great god, immortal, these fifty merits do belong to Xiao Qingning, we didn't steal anything, don't wronged good people!"

Ma Yiheng looked at her with a sneer, and he had humiliated Lin Qian in public in the afternoon, but at this moment he knew that he was soft.

"You didn't steal it, then tell me, with your strength, where do these fifty merits come from?"