The black-robed man was a string of difficulties, he glanced at the ink demon with a little strangeness, and seemed to understand why the other party called him so smoothly, but he didn't have any disgust in his heart.

He looked at Huang Shulang, who was dying from the wound of his demon slaying knife, and felt very awkward in his heart - he had killed a lot of demons in his life, and it was the first time he wanted him to save demons......

"If you don't hurry up, he'll be really angry, if you miss the information I want, do you believe that I really got rid of you?"

Mo Xiaoyou slanted a glance at the string of difficulties that were still hesitating, and while saying a threat, he actually pinched the trick to put a layer of enchantment around his body.

As soon as this layer of enchantment came out, in the perception of the difficulty, the location of the ink demon was empty. He turned around suddenly, but with the naked eye, he saw the ink demon sitting peacefully in place, a pair of swarthy eyes staring at him with a smile on his face.

Knowing that the other party was using a clever breathing technique to prove that what he said was true, he didn't hesitate anymore, stepped forward and picked Huang Shulang up.

He didn't say that his movements were gentle, he couldn't even talk about gentleness, Huang Shulang was tossed by him like this, and he saw that half of his breath was about to break, but he didn't notice it at all, and he raised his hand and pulled out his demon slaying knife.

"Whew!"

This sharp pain of drawing a knife from the tip of the heart...... Huang Shulang only felt that there was a blur in front of him, and just when he thought that he had left his body, there was a warm feeling in his chest - I didn't expect that this Huangquan Road was not as cold as he had heard at the beginning......

The heat gradually increased, from warm to scorching and finally to hot, Huang Shulang suddenly opened his eyes as if he had been thrown into a frying pan of oil, and it could be seen from the blood all over it that the pain was intense.

"I'm in hell?!! Why don't you ghost world even leave the form of judgment?! ”

Huang Shulang's consciousness was not yet sober, and the content of the interrogation with his mouth still stayed in his previous imagination. However, he soon saw where he was:

The autumn afternoon sun is not scorching, shining warmly on people, as if urging people to go to sleep quickly. And he was lying on the ground at this time, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a pair of black boots, and when he looked up, the man in black pants and black robe was looking down at him, with no expression on his face.

And behind him, there was a slight "knock", and Wang Chengcheng, a black-haired young man in green clothes, put down the yellow bamboo roll in his hand, turned his head sideways and looked over, and there was no emotional fluctuation in his dark eyes, as if looking at himself like a dead man.

This cold look suddenly made Huang Shulang feel a thrill, and the whole person came to life - he was not dead, but he fell into a situation that was more dangerous than death?

"Do you know that it is a demon clan born and raised in this realm?"

Mo Xiaoyou sat on the bed and had no intention of getting out of bed, but as soon as her question came out, not only Huang Shulang, but even the string of difficulties looked at her with an incredulous look - this woman tried her best to clarify that she was an ordinary human before, why didn't she shy away from herself today?

Different from the string of difficulties, Huang Shulang feels incredible, but it is really because of the meaning of Mo Xiaoyou's words, what is a monster in the "own world"? Could it be that the other party is from "other worlds"? But that's not right...... The other party doesn't have the slightest demonic aura on him......

There were a lot of questions in his mind, so he didn't bother to answer Mo Xiaoyou's questions. And the consequence of ignoring the ink demon in this way was that his whole body suddenly burned, and then the burning pain came from his right arm, and when he looked back at it, there was only a piece of white bone left on his right forearm.

"I'm not very good at interrogation, but I don't have much patience. If you get distracted in front of me again, I'm not sure I'll be able to stop in time next time. This Luan fire, I use it, it's not too handy......"