The bonfire dinner, the relaxed and homely part only belongs to the teenagers and girls of the demon clan.

The people in charge, in this lively banquet, are still discussing serious matters—after all, they are now in the midst of a war with the cultivators.

The group talked seriously and indulged, and did not pay much attention to the things outside of their circle.

The cloud shadow came from a distance with a fierce momentum, and the target was very clear, and he walked straight to a demon man with a hideous scar on his face from his eyes to his chin and dark skin.

With a "boom", a flash of light flashed, and the table in front of the demon people was cut in half, and the plates on the table shattered to the ground.

The "murder weapon" used by Cloud Shadow was inserted straight into the hard ground. Subtle cracks spread.

Feng Qing looked at the murder weapon that split the ground in a daze, and rolled his Adam's apple, how could he never see this fire sword.

Then he looked at the demon clan who was being fought for, what kind of unreasonable thing this person had done, so that Xiao Yunduoer was so angry.

Even the sword at the bottom of the box has been taken out!

Feng Gongzi didn't know what his brain had made up.

However, not only is the wind clear and unclear, but even the little god of love who has been with Yunying for so many days is also confused.

First, he swept the sword he was inserting with his own instrument.

Pure fire has no additives, it is a simple and crude fire sword......

Being able to solidify like this, it seems that the host has used some great skills.

After setting his eyes on the demon clan, he swept it in all directions three hundred and sixty-five degrees, and the result was that he was one by one of the high-ranking officials in the demon clan...... He and his host had never seen him at all!

It also had no clue how he had made a feud with his host.

The bonfire dinner was noisy and hot, and the small movement did not affect others, but this small piece of demons stopped.

The demon who was fighting for was still holding a glass of wine in his hand at the time of the incident, and his angry gaze followed the sword that was deep into the ground, slowly upward, but when he saw the cloud shadow clearly, he had to dissipate the past.

A very reluctant smile appeared on his face, "Has this seat offended Miss Yun?" ”

forced a smile, and the tone was not very good.

Yun Ying stared at the demon with an expressionless face, coldly took out a board from the space, and threw it on the half of the table that had been split before.

The two collided, and it was clear that the table was superior, the boards were torn apart, and some fine slag flew by.

A faint peach wood fragrance slid from the tip of his nose, and the demon's pupils shrank suddenly.

【it!】 Little Eros suddenly let out a strange cry in the space, and looked at the small complete board in disbelief, [Host, when did you collect this?!] 】

Others may not know what it is, but it does!

Isn't this the board in the coffin of the sleepy owner at that time?!

I vaguely remember that the host burned the coffin completely when he awakened his power, and even the coffins around her were all burned, how did the host rescue such a large coffin board?

A hundred years of strange tales!

Yun Ying directly ignored the little god of love who had never seen the world, looked at the demons, and asked coldly, "Yours?" ”

The voice is a little immature, but it's just cold.

The kind of cold that makes people freeze.

The host is angry.

The demon people were in a trance from the beginning, and when Yun Ying asked if it was just a stirring spirit who came back to his senses, he stepped back in disbelief, "You... You are ......"

"You admit it." Cloud Shadow began to roll up her sleeves.