Maureen's body seemed to have been frozen.

With Gullid's strength, he can easily kill this little white rabbit, and he is probably more leisurely and wants to tease the rabbit. The reaction of the Hamus spirit staff was faster than that of its master, and the woodcarved monster's head suddenly opened its mouth, revealing two rows of sharp fangs, and the wooden staff suddenly stretched out, biting Gulid's hand in one bite.

Gullid was stunned for a moment, his eyes widening.

In his hand, a layer of hazy streamer rose and fell like water waves, like the darkness of the night, mixed with colorful luminous points of light, which was his magic. The monster's fangs were eroded by his magic power, and even the real monster should have died, but the head of this woodcut was not affected in any way, it just couldn't bite it anymore!

"What is this?" Gullid stared at the staff as if he was shocked by its capabilities.

Suddenly, hearing Gulid's surprised voice, Maureen subconsciously let out a faint scream, and felt like she was back all of a sudden. Only then did she realize that Gullid was trying to attack her. The two scripts took action and kicked the ground, and the little white rabbit actually exerted a leaping power far beyond the usual, jumping more than ten meters away. The Hamus spirit staff threw out an arc trajectory like a whip, and the seemingly hard wooden staff naturally bent, and the monster's head still clenched into Gulid.

Maureen clenched her wand in both hands, pulled it back to the limit as if she were drawing a bow, and then let go of her hand, and the wand roared and wrapped around Gulid's body. Gullid lowered his head, looked at the wooden staff that seemed to want to strangle him, and turned his bitten right hand.

A stream of colorful light enveloped the monster head of the Hamus Spiritual Staff. Gullid pulled out his hand and grabbed the rod under his skull with his backhand. I pulled it with a little bit of force. The black magic seemed to transform into some kind of liquid, floating around Gullid's body, and gently pushed away the spirit staff. Then the wand was stretched out, taut, as if it were bound. At this moment, Gullid let go of his hand, and the wooden staff dozens of meters long suddenly flew up. Suspended in mid-air, shrouded in black, like a strange cloud.

"It's a lot of fun. Gullid smiled and stopped looking at the staff. After letting go of her hand, Maureen sat down on the ground due to inertia, but she quickly got up, turned around and ran. The magic still haunts Gullid, now. The magic looked more like an eerie gas, still black with colored light. The gas stretched out its illusory tentacles, and in just a moment, the tentacles appeared at Maureen's feet.

"Ahh

Maraine was surrounded by a circle of gas, and she fluttered like a drowning man's desperate struggle. The gas doesn't seem to have any substance. But Maureen just couldn't break free. Her chest seemed to be pressed against a boulder, and her feet hung in the air, and she was pushed by the boulder to Gullid.

"Didn't I say I was here for you?" Gullid grabbed one of the rabbit's long ears. Maureen hurriedly raised her hand and clutched the big hat on her head in vain, as if she was still counting on it to protect her head.

Originally. She doesn't want to die yet.

Although she is nothing more than a "useless dead rabbit", a waste that can't do anything. But he didn't want to give up his life just like that, even if he was killed by the honorable second demon general.

"No, don't ......" Maureen was very sad.

She thought that her body was already cold, but she found that the desperate cold was colder than the cold wind on the ice moon collar. She shuddered, craned her neck, and her gaze involuntarily stopped on Gullid's face full of mature charm. Gullid had a strange expression that seemed to be smiling, and his bright red eyes seemed to have seen through the rabbit's skull, and saw her innate gem with the most concentrated magic.

"I really want your magic core, but someone has to ask me to bring you back alive, so I won't kill you for the time being. Gullid put away his smile, as if he wasn't satisfied with the man's request. Maureen had not yet recovered from her fear and despair, and for a moment could not understand what Gullid was saying. She's not dead now, she can still hear her own rapid breathing and frantic heartbeat, but she could die at any moment - what's the use of resisting in front of Gullid?

Wind pressure was felt overhead.

Maraine closed her eyes tightly, she seemed to be rising rapidly, moving rapidly, and as if she was shuttling in a dream, in short, a feeling that she had never felt before. I don't know how long it took, the temperature and smell of the air changed, and she seemed to wake up from a long, long chaotic dream, and hurriedly opened her eyes, and saw the black hard fabric in front of her reflecting the slowly fading streamer. The warm sunlight hit her, and the faint scent of flowers filled her surroundings.

"Found her. Gullid put down the rabbit under his arm and greeted the lady who was fixing her hair in the garden.

"Just in time, I was looking for a snack. The demon lady turned her head, her bright red pupils lit up with expectation. Seeing that Mo Linshi shook violently, she immediately changed her statement.

"I mean, I've got some snacks here, Maureen, would you like to try them together?"

This lady is probably also a descendant of the Nightmare Clan, but she has long orange hair that is rare among the Nightmare Clan.

Under her care, her long hair parted naturally to the sides and draped over the chaise longue where she sits. The chaise longue appears to be made of the shell of a giant turtle, shiny black and covered with snow-white fur. She wears a shiny black metal headband on top of her head, and the dazzling colored gemstones hang from the band and disappear into her soft strands.

"Maureen, I'm the wife of the Demon King, Emily the Night Witch!" she seemed to be a little angry.

Maureen was stunned for a moment.

"Ah, Demon, Her Highness the Demon Princess?" she squeezed out a trembling voice weakly, her feet limp. The night witch named Emily nodded, and a smile appeared on her dignified and demure face, which was definitely not warm.

"You should know me, I'm much more famous than my sister, and you can even find those hidden treasures, there's no reason not to know me. Emily raised her hand to stroke her long bright orange hair, straightened the white petal-like hem of her skirt, and slowly stood up.

"Actually, I came to you to ask you to do something for me. ”

"I, what, I, me?" said Maureen, pulling the hem of her robe blankly. Emily's tone was soft, at least compared to Sadila, she didn't make Maureen feel that deadly oppression, though she definitely could.

She is one of the Night Witches and the ruler of the night.

Maureen had never seen the strength of the Night Witches, but had only heard that the two sisters had been gifted since childhood. Ten years ago, in order to hunt down the sister of the Night Witch who had abandoned her family, the First Demon Lord, Lord Pryde, led the army of Winged Demons to chase her all the way to the sea, and it is said that the Night Witch resisted for a long time before sinking into the sea.

At that time, Mo Linshi had also talked to Yatel about this matter, and she couldn't figure out why the night witch would turn her back on the family, and the Demon King was also from the Nightmare Clan, and the status of the Nightmare Clan was very high in the Seto Continent.

Later she heard a story from Rosalina.

The Night Witch had a child with a human, and she didn't seem to want to give it to her family. On this point, Marainen is even more incomprehensible.

The demons have always admired strength, if that child can become a strong person, even if she is a half-blood, she can get the status she deserves, if not, the Nightmare Clan will not want to get her. I heard that after the First World War, the child disappeared, and the Nightmare Clan and Lord Pryde searched for that area for a long time, but the child seemed to evaporate, and even the natural magical aura disappeared.

Until now, no one knows the whereabouts of the child, and she may have really disappeared.

"I want you to help me find something, haven't you collected a lot of treasure......s? Hmm, a treasure that creates illusions?"

Emily walked with a cat-like light and graceful step, looking down at Maureen's dull face. Mo Linshi tilted her head slightly, struggling to understand what Her Royal Highness the Demon Concubine meant.

What is it? Aren't the Nightmare Folk very good at illusion and dark magic?

"Demon, what kind of treasure is Her Highness the Demon Concubine talking about?use, using treasures to create illusions?" Morin stammered.

"I create hallucinations. Emily shook her hand, and a ball of pink petals flew up from her palm, fading away, "But, I need one, huh...... Different illusions can make people sink into it and can't extricate themselves, whether it's terrifying, sad, or happy, it doesn't matter, no matter who it is, no matter how strong the will is, the illusion that can't get rid of it, the illusion that makes people crazy. ”

Is there such a treasure in this world?

Maureen was about to cry. (To be continued......)