"The wine tastes good."

Su Mo lifted his sleeve to wipe away a few drops of wine left on the corner of his mouth, and said with a sigh of relief.

His brisk expression made it hard to imagine that this man had just drunk enough to fill an entire barrel.

Unlike Su Mo's own mild wine made from lotus leaves, the wine given by the slippery scoop is quite spicy, giving people a tingling but refreshing touch from the throat consistently.

"yes, this is my slave and slippery wine!"

Slippery laughter was imbued with his own ruffian style.

And in his laughter, Su Mo rolled up his sleeves and put the big bowl in his hand that had been drunk next to a little monster next to him who was specially trying to retest the lord and the guests, and let it take it away:

"Slave? Now you've pulled up a very large team. ”

There was a sigh in his tone, but there was not the slightest surprise.

"Of course, Uncle Ben is a slippery ghost! If this kind of thing couldn't be done, I wouldn't have been so arrogant to break into Tono's forces back then! ”

The golden vertical pupils shone with pride.

"And how do you think I still have the confidence to invite you now? Even if you refused, it was."

As he spoke, Slippery Scoop's eyes flashed with resentment.

Well, if it was a girl standing in front of the slippery scoop at this time, it is estimated that she would be captured in an instant by this man who was full of the temperament of poison and fatal temptation to women.

But it's a pity, there is only one big man here now, Su Mo, and a serious man who is only interested in girls - don't care that this is actually a little virgin who is dozens of years old and almost a hundred years old, and the relationship with his girlfriend is still only maintained at the kissing level.

"Well, I'll be your friend, and I'll travel with you—there's probably going to be a lot of fun going on. But I can never be called someone else's subordinate or subordinate, well. Don't look at me like this, I'm actually quite arrogant. ”

Su Mo pointed at himself with a harmless smile.

"That's quite an interesting statement, and it's the first time I've heard someone say he's arrogant."

is different from the immaturity and weakness when he first met Su Mo ten years ago, and now the slippery scoop is already sharp.

"But why are you coming to me now? I don't believe you're just coming to me for a drink. ”

As he spoke, Slippery Scoop moved his eyes to the Esther and the others, who had already consciously sat behind the new small wooden table that had been added to Su Mo and the others:

"And with a young little half-demon."

When mentioning the night, the tone of the slippery scoop was a little strange. But there wasn't any discrimination and disdain like the other youkai did when they saw the half-youkai.

- Although most of the youkai under his command seem to hate the existence of Yako.

After all, in this world, most of the youkai look down on humans, although the flower blossom garden in Kyoto can beat them to cry and call their mothers. But in general, at least in the current world, human beings, known as the primates of all things, can only be bullied and killed almost unilaterally in front of youkai.

So for gray beings like Yoko, who were born between humans and youkai, the youkai either killed them or didn't even bother to kill them.

They don't want to get their hands dirty.

Even in terms of blood, Yoko is actually a descendant of the royal bloodline of the dog demon clan who once dominated the entire Western Kingdom, and is the little princess of the Western Monster.

However, for now, the only reliance on Yoko in the West Country is the Inu General, who returned to the underworld when she was born. Otherwise, this girl would not have been pitifully picked up by Su Mo back then

In other words, the protagonist always has the strange ability to pick up various existences in various postures.

"Oh, you said the night—"

Hear the words of the slippery scoop. Su Mo smiled heartily:

"Actually, I just want Yezi to follow you to practice this time, after all, this girl can be regarded as half of my disciple."

"Well, that's not a big problem - but this girl is really a good girl, disciple."

Hearing Su Mo's words, Slippery Scoop's eyes turned over there and was as quiet as a virgin (don't ask me for Mao Now this crazy girl is so quiet for Mao, it is said that women are born actors, no matter how young the night is, it is the same!) The little girl glanced at it and nodded slightly.

"The talent is quite extraordinary."

"It's just a little naughty."

Although only in front of themselves.

"So what do you think?"

The wind suddenly got a little stronger.

"Opinion. Of course, it's okay to take care of a little girl more, after all, if it's your disciple, it's definitely not a weak person. ”

Didn't you think about the meaning of people's age at all, Mr. Slippery?

"But -- it also comes at a price."

A few leaves were shaken off the trees by the night wind. One piece even fell lightly on Su Mo's shoulder and refused to leave.

The color is very green, just a little too big.

Because it was too big, it was blown off by a strong wind.

"Oh? What do you want to do? ”

A playful smile appeared on Su Mo's face.

The right hand, which had been caged in long sleeves and in the light of the starlight and the campfire, showed a mixture of strange colors such as pale and orange, and made a gentle gesture.

The sound of the wind hanging through the trees is beautiful, and the swaying of the leaves in the air and the grinding of countless leaves together can play the most beautiful melody in the world.

"Ink"

Esther's flat but crisp loli voice like a summer wind chime, mixed with the sound of wind and leaves, sounded beside Su Mo, he smiled.

Very comfortable smile.

"I was so weak back then, so weak that I couldn't even see your strength - but now it's different."

Iron――

The dazzling sword slashed across the eyes of all the monsters present, mixed with trembling and excitement. In a world occupied by starlight, it is as moving as the white moonlight.

It is full of iron and blood.

"Now, may you let me try how good your sword is?"

"Oh oh oh, the general will win!!"

Hearing the words of the slippery scoop, a bunch of small monsters around them waved their flags excitedly.

They have an almost blind trust in their generals.

None of them noticed the indifferent expressions of Shirley and Yazi sitting at the new table - and the eyes of their own cadres that began to grow horrified.

"He's stronger."

Painted Worm gulped his wine. The wooden bowl in his hand was placed calmly on the table by him—only in the next second, the table crackled and scattered.

And the other cadres also had a trace of cold sweat on their foreheads.

The so-called momentum is a very mysterious thing, which can make the weak clearly know the gap between themselves and the other party, and at the same time, it can also stimulate the opponent's fighting spirit to a great extent, making the battle more hearty.

Sometimes, however, when the difference between the two sides is too great, there will be a very strange but seemingly normal scene - the weak cannot even perceive the momentum of the strong.

That's the protection that instinct gives.

Without this layer of protection, the weak are likely to die quietly in terror.

And that's what happened now.

"If you want—"

Su Moti Sword, originally a holy sword that was simply full of golden color, suddenly had a deadly beauty after being engraved with pitch-black lines.

Holiness is mixed with unforgettable evil.

"Then as you wish." (To be continued.) )

PS: Yo Xi, the declaration of my bounce ticket has bounced, this lecture is really the same as chewing wax, I had to use my mobile phone to code a copy - so it's inconvenient to give a reward or thank you or something2333, don't care about these details.