If they want to return to the demon clan, of course, they can't always walk with their feet to the interconnected passages, but once they use their spiritual power, they can reach it in an instant with the ability of the demon fire, but with Lin Xiyao, who doesn't have a trace of spiritual power, he always has to take care of her feelings, so although the speed is fast, it is not so fast.

The Shenyue Continent is connected to the Demon Race, so going to the Demon Race does not take as long a time as going to the God Clan, and they soon arrived at the exit of the passage to the Demon Race.

As soon as his feet stepped out of the passage, a sudden gust of wind almost didn't blow Lin Xiyao back a step.

The wind is still as strong as before, and when I open my eyes to the wind, I don't have the desolation I used to be.

"Here... It's the demons... Will you be disappointed? ”

Seeing that Lin Xiyao was blown by the wind and could only use her hands to block her half-squinted eyes and look ahead, Mo Yan was a little lost, this place is dark, damp, windy, shower, and a thin and cool scene, she must not like it here.

Lin Xiyao really doesn't like the breath of the demon clan very much, but for the demon clan, she can't talk about whether she likes it or not, after all, everyone lives in a different environment, and the people of the demon clan have always lived here, just like the living environment of the poor and the rich is very different, she won't evaluate anything.

"Brother Moyan, is that what you live here? It's no wonder the wind here doesn't affect it at all. ”

Indeed, Mo Yan was already accustomed to this wind, except for the whirring sound of his silver hair and the hem of his clothes, the expression on his face did not change at all, and Lin Xiyao couldn't help but admire.

Her words reminded him of when he was a child, once upon a time he was also blinded by the wind, the wind at that time was more cold and depressed than now, at that time, he really hated living in this kind of place, until he saw her.

It was she who gave him enough courage to continue to survive in such an environment, and to grow stronger and stronger, it was she who allowed him to sit in the position he is today, and it was she who made him feel that he would always be indebted to her.

"Brother Moyan, what's wrong?" Seeing that he didn't speak, she waved her hand in front of him with half-squinted eyes.

Mo Yan hurriedly came back to his senses, "It's nothing, but can you stand it?" He quietly used his magic to block out some of those winds for her.

How could Lin Xiyao not know his small movements, "The wind seems to have become a little smaller, let's go." ”

We, she and he finally had a chance to be us, he was as happy as a child, and he almost didn't dance with his hands, but after a while he remembered something, and that joy immediately settled down again.

After walking a few steps, a demon tribe person discovered them, only to hear the demon tribe start shouting: "The king is back, the king is back..."

Every time he came back, he could cause a sensation, and this time was no exception, but Lin Xiyao, who was following him, was so frightened that he hid behind him and didn't dare to move because of the increasing number of people gathered.

"The king..."

"The king..."

"The king..."

The shouts one after another frightened Lin Xiyao even more so that she almost didn't squat down and hugged her head into a ball.

Moyan noticed her actions and hurriedly made a silent gesture, and the voice immediately fell silent.

"Yuan'er is timid, don't scare her." His voice was not loud, but it made the crowd, which was still a little commotionous, more and more quiet.

Everyone else has already called her Yao'er, but he is the only one who still can't forget the name.