From that day on, Qinyu County in Shuzhou has one less Bailizhi County, but there is one more steel-toothed old white rabbit in the court - Yushi Baili Wing.

From a magistrate to a Beijing official, it cost a lot of money.

Of course, these are not a drop in the bucket for Mo Yan, the president of the Tianyan Chamber of Commerce.

Fortunately, Baili Yi is also competitive enough, and within five years, he has risen steadily from a seventh-grade small imperial historian to a fourth-grade left-handed imperial historian. Now the boss of the Inspectorate is over 70 years old, and he is having the intention of returning to his hometown.

"Fifth brother, you're here."

The fourth blood sickle, who was holding a stack of books taller than half of his body, walked in from outside the door, and immediately smiled when he saw Baili Yi.

At this moment, the blood sickle does not look like the cruel killer who kills people and decapitates his head, but a sunny brother next door.

The shadow killing pavilion is like a family, closer than brothers and sisters.

Although Baili Yi ranked fifth, one place worse than the blood sickle, but he was older, and the blood sickle still called him "fifth brother" very affectionately.

"Fourth brother, you are—" Baili Yi stared at the many books in surprise, "Aren't you the least fond of reading?" ”

The blood sickle laughed and said, "It's not that I want to see it, it's the Lord who wants to see it." Ah, all of them are ancient books related to demons, and the Lord specially ordered me to find them. ”

Baili Yi didn't ask much.

The Lord always has his reason for doing things.

Baili Yi still had something to do, and after saying goodbye to Mo Yan and the blood sickle, he went back to the mansion to write a note to impeach Ziping.

The blood sickle snapped, put more than twenty thick ancient books on the table in front of Mo Yan, and said, "Lord, the books about the demon clan map are all here." There are fifteen books in it, all of which are records and patterns about powerful demons. ”

There was a fiery emotional undersurge in Mo Yanfeng's eyes.

After returning from the Burning Xi Secret Realm, he has been thinking about Xiao Momo.

The little guy seems to have taken root in his heart, and he will appear in his spiritual world from time to time, always remembering.

He was curious about her.

What kind of demon is she?

Even the Xuanwu Great Demon, one of the four holy beasts, looked completely indifferent.

So, can he boldly speculate that she is also as extraordinary as Xuanwu, and even a big demon that exists in myths and legends?

Therefore, as soon as Mo Yan returned, he instructed the blood sickle to search for the Great Demon Atlas.

Mo Yan flipped through the atlas intently.

Candle nine yin, no.

Dangkang, no.

It's not.

Chongming, no.

Fierce, not even more.

One book, one book, and another.

Mo Yan compared the pattern with the record, and turned it over for a whole hour, but there was no appearance of a big demon that could match his little Momo.

Even, there are very few hair-like demons.

The only one that I turned over is called a nightmare. It's a kind of big demon that can make dreams and eat dreams.,The appearance is like a hair ball.,It's just that it's a pure black hair ball.,And the eyes are very dark in color.,No horns.。

It's been an hour.

The blood sickle stood aside, and he wanted to speak several times and stopped.

He is young, although he is extremely ruthless when he kills people and performs tasks, but in fact he is an idle person, with acquaintances, he talks a lot, and Shen Fan even gave him a nickname very unkindly - Parrot Essence.

When Mo Yan flipped through the book for two hours, the blood sickle couldn't hold back any longer.