Demenette died, and it is said that the death was extremely horrific, the whole body was crushed into pieces, and the whole body was like a flattened mud, and Demenette still held the bones of his young son in his arms.

The first person to discover Demendot was the Nine Emperor Princes, who usually didn't care about the position of the Demon God, so he was the most popular among the princes.

As soon as this news came out, the rest of the princes were in an uproar. Of them, only Gordy was the most annoyed, because he had only figured out the truth of the incident at this time, and he had been tricked once.

Judging from the traces at the scene, it is clear that it was done by Gordy's cavalry team. However, Gordy knew in his heart that he had not sent anyone to hunt down Demenette at all.

If all this was planned by Demennet, who would be stupid enough to play themselves to death in order to frame someone else. Gordy only thought of Harry at this time, and there was a strange feeling from beginning to end, Harry did not appear when the princes besieged him.

Even if he figured this out, it was too late for Gordy to remedy it. He had accused Demenette of framing him before, and now sending someone to retaliate was a matter of course. Even if Gordy told the other princes that Harry had masterminded it, others would only think that he wanted to eliminate the conspiracy set up by dissidents.

"Harry, you despicable little man! I was blinded before. Gordy's anger swelled, and he smashed the stone table to pieces with a single punch.

Time goes back to a day ago, and the night owl looked at the little demon in front of him, and the palm he raised could not fall. Even if he hated the demons so much, he couldn't kill a young son.

The most important thing is that the little envoy demon in front of him is completely different from the demon soldiers he saw before. His little face was covered with horror, his clothes were like shabby sacks, and his thin body seemed to be able to carry him away with a gust of wind.

At this moment, there was a roar from the demon belly, and the night owl couldn't believe that such a thin body could make a sound like a train transit.

The Night Stalker looked down at what was in the Emilisation's arms, a few dark red scales, and a piece of fat flesh that was streaked with blood.

"Are you hungry?" the night owl slowly lowered his arm, his voice still a little cold.

The little envoy hugged the fat in his arms tighter, his face was full of vigilance, and his stubborn appearance was almost exactly the same as when Ye Hanyu was a child. I don't know what the night stalker thought, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

The demon is also known as the Demon of Conscience, which is a monster that can sense the hearts of others. In the heyday of the ancient Demon Clan, they were the best choice at the negotiating table, and they often reaped unexpected results.

However, after experiencing the baptism of disaster, the demons prefer to judge the strength and weakness with their fists, so that the status of the demons has declined almost overnight. Now it has become a handyman for people to drive, sometimes even worse than a handyman, so that the demon village is often slaughtered by other demons, and its status is almost no different from that of a bone creature.

The night owl thought for a moment and said, "It just so happens that I'm hungry too, and these snake meat looks pretty good, so I can just roast it and try it." ”

After the night owl finished speaking, he ignored the little envoy demon and walked in front of the Hydra King by himself. Then he looked at his hands with some worry, his fingers full of bone armor were stained with blood and mud, and the water in the black pool was dirtier than his palms.

The night owl turned back and beckoned to the little envoy, "Where is the clear water? The water here is too dirty." ”

The little envoy stood there stupidly, tilting his head to think about what the night owl meant. He really couldn't figure out that the black pool in front of him was the largest source of water nearby. More than a dozen nearby villages have been using this sewage to survive, why does this high-ranking demon in front of him say that the water source is not clean?

The night owl slapped his head and scolded himself for being stupid, and it was not that he had not experienced the days of lack of water, so why bother about a puddle of clear water.

The night owl spread out his palm, and a water balloon quickly condensed in his palm. Under the deliberate control of the night owl, a gap suddenly appeared on the surface of the water ball, and the incomparably clear water spring drew a beautiful arc in the air.

The night owl had just finished washing his hands when the little envoy rushed like the wind, startling him immediately.

"What are you doing here?" the night owl stepped out of the way, watching the little messenger lie on the ground like a pug.

The little envoy looked at the rapidly steaming water stains and screamed in distress. Then he stretched out his finger and pointed at the night owl's hand washing water, put it in his mouth and savored it.

After a few moments, the little envoy's eyes grew brighter and brighter. Ignoring the scorched earth, the weak palm carefully picked up the water, even if it was a hot grin, he didn't let go.

The night owl knows how high the water temperature is, because the gravity of the demon world is three times that of the earth, so if the water wants to boil, the water temperature is at least three hundred degrees or more.

The night owl raised his hand and slapped the boiling water off the little demon's hand: "Are you crazy?"

The little envoy glared at his angry eyes, and bared his little tiger teeth and said angrily: "Qing Shui!

The night owl didn't know how precious the clear water of the demon world was, and in those demon tribes, only after the young laborers were sick, they would use the precious water to brew potions for the treatment of those patients.

"It's not easy to want clear water, look at me!" The night owl condensed into a cloud of clear water again as if by magic.

The little envoy curiously inserted his palm into the water mass, and a cool comfort made him squint his eyes in enjoyment.

The little messenger jumped and jumped excitedly in front of the night owl, but soon scratched his ears and cheeks irritably.

The night owl looked at the little envoy curiously and asked, "What are you doing?"

The little envoy raised his head pitifully and said, "There is no jar, and the water can't be taken away." ”

Hearing this, the night owl suddenly became angry, and slapped the little envoy on the head: "As long as I'm here, how much Qing Shui doesn't want?"

The little envoy suddenly became happy when he heard this, and pulled the night owl out with him.

"What are you doing?" the night owl stared at the little demon with amusement.

The little envoy said eagerly: "Go home!

The night owl shook off the little demon and pretended to be angry and said, "I'm hungry and can't walk." ”

As soon as the little envoy heard this, he stuffed the black piece of meat in his arms into the night owl's hand: "Eat!"

About half an hour later, the smell of barbecued meat wafted near the black pool, and I had to admit that although the Hydra King did not look very good, the meat was extremely delicious.

The night owl didn't need to make a fire at all, and from time to time a flame would rise on the scorched earth, and the night owl just found a place where the flame was most vigorous, and roasted a large piece of snake meat with the fragrance overflowing.

The little envoy squatted on the ground, his eyes looking directly at the dripping snake meat, and the saliva at the corner of his mouth was already three feet long.

The night owl grabbed a handful of black soil casually, looked at the burning scorched earth curiously, and couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in his mind, when am I not afraid of the heat?