"Guess?"

"I guess your uncle!" Luo Yang, who was in an unhappy mood, jumped up from the ground, pointed in all directions and scolded: "Don't think I don't know where you are, hurry up and get out of here!"

Quiet...... No one answered.

But in the next second, Meng Po couldn't hold back her laughter, and her index finger nodded at Luo Yang's collar.

Luo Yang, who was wide-eyed, looked at Meng Po, and tugged at the guy on his neck in confusion, his eyebrows full of questions.

Meng Po blinked, raised her eyebrows and nodded, and the teacup in her hand was like a nimble mouse, drilling between her fingers.

"Actually, it's him!" Luo Yang's mind suddenly crossed a figure, a familiar voice, produced by his mother-in-law, and no flesh.

He incredulously checked the lines on the collar with his divine sense: "Yes, it's that old guy from Emperor Han!

"Bingo!" Meng Po snapped her fingers, looking at the collar with a hint of playfulness in her expression: "Why don't you come out to say hello to your future partner?"

As soon as the words fell, a wisp of black smoke floated out from the jewel on the collar, and in an instant, it turned into a palm-sized mini Zhu Yan, who was Emperor Han.

He stared at Luo Yang with a complicated expression, his lips buzzed, but no sound came out after all.

It was Luo Yang, who stepped forward curiously and pinched it, well, it was cool, and there was no physical touch.

This suddenly reminded him of a term he had heard in his previous life: "You turned him into a machine spirit?"

"Machine Spirit?" Meng Po was stunned, obviously she didn't read online articles in the underworld.

Sure enough, she first shook her head, then pointed to the black gem on the collar, and said lightly: "I just changed the place for his parasitic body and added a hoop." ”

"Then he will have to listen to me in the future, right?" Luo Yang's eyes were shining, but they were glowing green.

Carrying an old man or something, it's just a cheating artifact, this is still the former patriarch of the clan, is there anything more awesome than this?

"Giggle~Of course~" Meng Po looked at Luo Yang funny: "No!"

"The magic circle I made can only restrict the movement of the soul, but it has no function of controlling people. Besides......" She glanced at the mini Han Emperor: "He is willing to follow you, and there is no need for his mother-in-law to do more." ”

"Voluntary ......" Luo Yang's gaze turned to Emperor Han, and the joy on his face was quietly replaced with a touch of thought.

Emperor Han understood what he had to say at this time.

He smiled bitterly, his expression was gloomy, and he was a little relieved: "I remember that I once said that for the sake of the demon clan, all sacrifices have their value. Waste, on the other hand, is not entitled to finite resources. ”

"That's right!" Luo Yang tilted his head, his face was a little cold: "You also told the story of a bastard who killed his wife and children with his own hands." ”

Emperor Han was silent, and sighed with relief after a while: "No matter what the process is, at least the current result is that I am no longer qualified to lead the rise of the demon clan." ”

"But, you're different!" Emperor Han's eyes flashed with madness, and he looked at Luo Yang seriously:

"Nine grade qualifications, special soul bodies, mutation talents, plus the assistance of me, mother-in-law and fairy, and Lord Bobo, who else in this world can stop you?

No! Not a single one!

You are destined to be the master of the revival of my demon clan!......"

He raised his right arm and pointed directly at the yellow sky, looking crazy and sad: "Go up and take those hypocritical gods off the throne and step on them!"

Luo Yang's face was expressionless, he didn't have any sense of belonging to the demon clan, the only one who was related to it was probably only the five treasures of the pig mother, and maybe he could be counted as unrestrained.

After all, he's still a human at heart.

"So what? You're following me to destroy humanity?"

"No!" Emperor Han took a deep breath and shook his head: "Thousands of years of war have made me understand a truth, the natural law of the jungle itself is not wrong, but it does not apply between intelligent races. ”

Luo Yang glanced at him unexpectedly: "Then what do you want?"

Emperor Han replied without the slightest hesitation: "Guard, my demon clan needs a powerful guardian!"

He paused, and his tone began to flatten:

"The demon clan is no longer the demon clan of the past, and so are the human race. Unless you can level the entire divine realm, otherwise, even if you destroy the human race here, when you are no longer there in the future, my demon clan will still be in danger of extinction.

It is better to let our two intelligent races live in peace. And you, including your inheritors, are the guarantee that humanity will never dare to declare war!"

"Guard!" Luo Yang muttered these two words, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

As time passed, Emperor Han looked at Luo Yang fixedly, motionless.

Meng Po leisurely poured a cup of herbal tea, poured herself a drink, and let out a sigh of admiration in her mouth:

"The ups and downs of life are like tea and bitterness, only the right drink, full of fragrance. So this person, you still have to drink more tea~"

Meng Po's voice was not loud, but Luo Yang, who was thinking, raised his head violently as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He looked at Emperor Han who looked worried, and suddenly smiled: "I'll give you a peaceful demon world, and you can assist me in saddle before and after the horse for the rest of my life, can you?"

Emperor Han's eyes flashed, and he laughed loudly: "Deal!"

"Haha~" The two big and small Zhu Yan suddenly laughed, obviously extremely satisfied.

But she didn't notice at all that Meng Po on the side smiled indifferently at Luo Yang after that transaction, and her figure had slowly melted into the air like foam, and disappeared in a few blinks.

Only the cup of tea on the table can prove that there is indeed a person here.

......

Divine Realm, Holy Feather Cross Branch.

Dean Jorens looked at Abel lying on the operating table, and his expression flashed with a trace of unbearability: "Child, you ......"

"Lord Dean!" Abel interrupted with a determined expression, "Please leave the last dignity for a useless holy feather!"

"Alas~" Jorens sighed, finally giving up persuasion.

He shook his head, made a few quick gestures with his hands, and silently recited a mouthful incantation in his mouth.

Air solidification.

Beautiful white flower bones suddenly emerged from the void around him.

Bloom in an instant, and wither in an instant.

Only a speck of white fluorescence floated down, burrowing into Elbel's body in the blink of an eye.

Uh~

Abel's suppressed screams of pain resounded through the room, and his body subconsciously arched upward, and the muscles of his bare hands and neck were all tense.

But Jorence didn't stop casting.

Because everyone has the right to choose, and he, it is the choice to respect the choice.

Soon, Abel's body was filled with fluorescent, and with the last long breath of breath, his arched body stiffened suddenly, and then fell back onto the stage with a thud.

The fluorescence gradually became a little dim, and began to float away from Able 's body, but all of them were like fat people who were eating and eating, slowly.

Finally, all the fluorescent ones floated above him, and the overall appearance of the Holy Feather Clan was revealed, and if you looked closely, you could still see Abel's shadow.

Jorence looked serious, controlled the fluorescence and began to float to the left.

There, there was also an operating table, on which also lay a holy feather - Susan.

Abel 's, Mother.