"The 100-year autumn hunt officially begins today. ”

The time is approaching, and according to the past practice, the Demon King Palace, as the Supreme of the Demon Domain, will be conveyed by the Demon Envoy the rules and strategies of this autumn hunt, and at the same time, it also has the intention of mobilization. Here in the Burning Spirit Clan, Tu Wei is in charge and should take on this responsibility.

"This autumn hunt is a matter of life and death in my Demon Domain, and it is a battle of races. ”

Looking down at the crowd of black pressure below, Tu Huan's voice was slightly emotional.

"You are all the people of the Demon Domain, and together with other races, they are called the Hundred Races, and they are the backbone of my Demon Domain!"

To put it bluntly, all kinds of appeals are demagoguery, and the upper echelons put all kinds of righteous halos on people's heads, with the only purpose of letting others fight hard.

In this regard, Tu Wei is very talented, his demeanor is dignified, his voice is low and powerful, and his words touch the tender places of people's hearts, and there is a round of applause.

"Burning Spirit was originally the head of the hundred clans, and in the past, he once crisscrossed the two domains, and won great glory for my demon domain. However, time has changed......"

The rumbling sound shook the sky, and the demon envoy talked about the past and the present, and gradually lifted the blood in people's hearts, so generous. The emotions of the crowd were mobilized, and the previous worries and sorrows disappeared and were replaced by exhilaration, bloodthirstiness.

A thick iron-blooded murderous aura gradually gathered, and the sky in the Fire Cloud Valley became even more red, as if it was about to burn.

The leaders in the sky are speaking, and the masses below are echoing, which can really be described as one, and its momentum can almost break through the universe. However, at the edge of the crowd, Mai Shaofei, who was supposed to appear as the protagonist, was quiet, with a slightly sad look in his eyes.

Of course, he will not be bewitched, although he will act as if he is bewitched and will be infected. Mai Shaofei's expression was jīang, and he was actually worried in his heart.

Sorry for Thirteen Lang.

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It's actually boring to work with someone like Jushiro, especially when you ask for him, which makes people feel more and more powerless.

The gentle and modest face hides his greed and reality very well, but once you want to take the opportunity to take an extra point, or even delay a point, you will be met with an extremely powerful counterattack.

As the young master of a clan, whether he values Thirteen Lang or not, he will subconsciously have the idea of controlling him. It is an instinct that has penetrated into the soul of the marrow, and it is one of the qualities that every superior person or who wants to be a superior person must have.

It stands to reason that he does have this qualification. Illustrious stature, majestic background, strong strength, bright prospects, and a courteous attitude and unstingy courtesy and favor are all powerful bargaining chips that make people loyal. He didn't even pursue the misty figure of Thirteen Lang, let alone send someone to monitor and snoop.

Really strong people have that kind of confidence, or quality. Mai Shaofei is undoubtedly an ambitious person, and he also has the strength to match, and the more he values him, the more Mai Shaofei wants to catch him in his hands.

After a few months of not seeing him, Mai Shaofei clearly felt that Thirteen Lang had become stronger, his cultivation was still the same as before, but compared to before, his expression was more peaceful, and there was a sense of indifference that he had not had before. The two stood together, and Mai Shaofei faintly felt a danger, as if he had enough Liliang to compete with him.

In the past, this was unimaginable, and Mai Shaofei couldn't find the reason, so he could only knock on the side in a different way, wanting to ask the truth.

It's a pity that he has all the conditions needed to solicit, but he has never been able to feel the attitude of "taking refuge" from Shisanlang, not at all.

"You don't have to be so serious, right, will this young master still rely on your account?"

The high pressure was useless, and Mai Shaofei changed his posture and reasoned like a gangster.

It must be said that no matter who you are dealing with, you can always find a way to get along with them. He noticed that Thirteen Lang had the stinginess and persistence of the small people, and immediately put down his body. Last time, it seemed a little stiff, but now it is familiar with the road, and the speech and demeanor are all in the style of "the same kind of people". If it weren't for the gathering of thousands of people at this time, he would have restrained himself, and others would only be afraid that he would be an ordinary traveling young man, and he would definitely not be able to think of the identity of the young master of a clan.

Taking out a delicate jade bottle, Mai Shaofei pretended to be indignant and said contemptuously: "The friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, even if you are not a gentleman, don't always be a villain, it is out of style." ”

"What is style?"

Shisanlang grabbed the jade bottle unceremoniously, and said in a gentle but firm tone: "I'm a small person, why should I care about that kind of thing." ”

"Look at your little bit of interest!"

Mai Shaofei was about to taunt a few words, but a hint of strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he said in surprise: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Thirteen Lang flicked his sleeves to cover the half-grown tail finger, and by the way, he put the jade bottle in his pocket, and said lightly: "It's nothing, let's talk about your jihua." And for most of the year, how is the PR doing?"

The five clans belong to the same area, and if they can't distinguish each other, no one can search for the mosquito king with peace of mind. Thirteen Lang is unwilling to deal with this matter and is not qualified to interfere, and now that the expedition is imminent, he has a rough idea in his heart.

Mai Shaofei retracted his gaze in a daze, and his heart was turbulent again. Of course, he knew that Thirteen Lang was not born with eight fingers, and the problem was that the monk was injured by a disability, and it was not so easy for him to regrow his limbs. Theoretically speaking, except for those figures in the clouds high above, monks only have a chance to transform and shape their bodies when they condense the primordial infant. What kind of elixir did Thirteen Lang use to be able to regenerate his stump?

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Mai Shaofei said: "There are three key points you need to understand, the first one will be verified later, and I will mainly talk about the last two." ”

The need to know means that he won't know everything, and Thirteen Lang didn't expect him to make a fool of himself, and nodded his head to show that he understood.

Mai Shaofei said: "Last time in Wuli City, after I negotiated with those people, I came up with an agreement that is not an agreement; ”

The Mosquito King is not referring to the ordinary Mosquito King, the four holy sons want to become the real holy sons, except for the Demon King's Palace itself, there is only one way to make meritorious contributions. In the absence of a major war at present, capturing and killing the Purple Mosquito King has become the only option. If everyone kills each other as soon as they enter, Zuihou may not be able to kill mosquitoes, which is short-sighted.

This Thirteen Lang had expected it, he understood that the Holy Sons of the Five Clans were all smart people, don't look at the same situation on the surface, but in this kind of major matter, they can stand at a high enough height to consider the problem.

"Because Xiang Yibai is dead, the Horned Worm Clan can only be notified. I entrusted this matter to Han Han, and tried to delay the time as much as possible. ”

Mai Shaofei weighed his words and said: "Although the Horned Clan hates me to the core, on the surface, they can't help but agree to this joint proposal, what do I mean...... Do you understand?"

Shisanlang glanced at him and said sarcastically, "Are you going to kill someone?" ”

Mai Shaofei's expression remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "I didn't say anything." ”

Thirteen Lang sighed and said, "I have to ask first, can you be sure that there is a purple-level mosquito king in that area?"

Mai Shaofei smiled bitterly and said, "There have been in the past, whether there is it this time, you can judge for yourself in a while." ”

Jusan Lang didn't say anything more. ...,

Mai Shaofei said: "I have already received news about the candidates who have been added by the Horned Clan. His name is Lin Yibiao, and he is too big, so he can recognize him as long as he sees it. A word of caution is that if you encounter them alone, be sure not to fight them. ”

"Worried I'll be killed by him?"

Thirteen Lang laughed at himself and said curiously: "Is he very powerful?

Mai Shaofei said solemnly: "It is indeed stronger than Xiang Yibai. ”

Thirteen Lang was slightly flustered, and without waiting for him to ask, Mai Shaofei continued: "This person is not from a very good background, and his personality is too cruel and shady, and he is not liked by the clan. In addition, Xiang Yibai's background is more male, and he has been pressing on his head, and even the place of the Holy Son has been robbed. But if you talk about combat power, everyone agrees that Lin Yibiao is better. ”

Hearing this, Thirteen Lang's expression turned to Zheng Yizhong, and he said seriously: "I know, I will avoid him." ”

With a ruthless temperament, a bad background, long suppression, and the timing of falling from the sky, the sum of these conditions is enough to make a kitten become a tiger, not to mention that he is originally a fierce wolf. At this time, Lin Yibiao was undoubtedly the most unprovoked of the several holy sons.

Thirteen Lang asked himself if his psychological research was better than Mai Shaofei's, of course, he would not be ignorant, he said, "What about the third one?"

"The third one is actually two things, first of all, I want you to follow me all the way, if you have to insist on walking alone, when you encounter the people of the Burning Spirit Clan, no matter which tribe it is, I hope that Eight Fingers will help you if you can. ”

Mai Shaofei glanced at the moving crowd, his face worried, and said emphatically: "Whether they are facing a demon mosquito or a person. ”

The tone revealed sincerity, Thirteen Lang looked at him, nodded after half a sound, and said, "Got it...... Do you want to add the Celestial Wolf Clan?"

He didn't answer the first question because there was no need to answer it at all. The whole autumn hunt has been a year, how can Thirteen Lang follow Mai Shaofei around, he has his own jihua.

Mai Shaofei was slightly flustered, and then understood what he meant, his expression was a little embarrassed, and he said in an uneasy tone: "If it's easy, you might as well do it, you might as well do it." ”

Shisanlang patted him on the shoulder and said, "Just rush this sentence, even if you are pretending, I will do a little more." ”

Mai Shaofei was stunned again, he really didn't expect Thirteen Lang to have such a frivolous behavior; looking at his appearance of the eldest brother taking care of the younger brother, Mai Shaofei was annoyed and a little bitter smiled, and said angrily: "Look at your stingy appearance!

Shisanlang smiled and said, "It's time to confess to you." ”

Ignoring Mai Shaofei's mocking and expectant expression, Thirteen Lang spoke a few words to him.

Mai Shaofei's face changed, he became incredulous, he became ecstatic, and there was some vigilance.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really. Thirteen Lang replied in the affirmative.

Mai Shaofei couldn't hold back his movements anymore, grabbed Thirteen Lang's shoulders, and said seriously: "Brother Eight Fingers helps me like this, Shaofei should be ......"

"Don't disgust me!"

Shisanlang pushed him away with a smile and said, "Old man in his hundreds, I'm not that old. ”

Mai Shaofei didn't care at all, daxiao directly gave him a bear hug, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard a loud shout in the air.

"Hundreds of millions of hot-blooded children in the Demon Domain, how can they be afraid of the demon insects! The time has come, and the old man announced that he will open the land of dreams, swear to destroy the demon mosquitoes, and exchange it for a hundred years of paradise in the Demon Domain!"

"Swear to kill the demon mosquito, exchange it for a hundred years of paradise in my demon domain!" 10,000 people roared in unison, and the momentum was shocking.

With the shout, the magic plate in Tu Huan's hand shone brightly, and several other people also made their formations, and in the blink of an eye, the illusory door became solid, and finally frozen.

With a wave of his hand, the teams at the head of him swarmed towards the gate leading to another shijie like several long dragons.

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