The night gradually became thicker and thicker.

Xiaolong'er, who was well-fed and drunk, gradually fell asleep on the table, snoring softly, and called her mother a few times in her dreams from time to time, with a few tears on her face.

A child is a child, and no matter how mature he is, he is still a child.

Ye Chuan walked over, gently put on a coat for Xiao Long'er, and wiped the tears from his face.

Xiao Long'er is lucky, after fusing the body of the little demon dragon, he is now the only demon dragon in the wild world who is still alive and kicking, and he is destined to be extraordinary by nature, and his future achievements are beyond the reach of ordinary people. However, he was also unlucky, he was born without a father and mother, and the first time he saw his mother, it was still in the sarcophagus. The lifespan of the demon dragon clan is amazing, hundreds of thousands of years, or even millions of years, and the longer the lifespan, the stronger the combat effectiveness. He may be destined to be lonely in this life, and there are few people who can accompany him for the rest of his life. No matter how great the hatred is, no matter how good the feelings, they are all in the sea for millions of years.

"Don't ...... Don't go, those braids are so nice...... , good-looking......" Xiaolong'er reached out and grabbed Ye Chuan's hand and said something in her dream.

That timid little girl?

This kid, is he about to show the nature of the Demon Dragon Clan so soon? Ye Chuan shook his head, gently pulled Xiao Long'er's hand away, stepped aside, and continued to sit cross-legged on the ground.

The people in the main room and the east and west wings had been whispering in fear all night, but after the early hours of the morning, I don't know who yawned first and lay down first, and the others slowly fell asleep. Only two people are still quietly walking around from time to time, one is Mu Shan, the big man of the iron tower, and the other is the old man who is called Mu Lao with a wrinkled face.

In the old man's hand, I don't know when there was an extra wolf pen, which was as long as half an arm, black throughout, and as thick as the handle of a knife, much larger than an ordinary brush. From a distance, it doesn't look like a pen, but like a killing weapon.

After looking around, the old man sat down at the desk, took a shield, dipped the wolf pen in his hand and dipped it lightly, and there was a deep pit on the shield, and the strokes were like hooks, and a mysterious rune was quickly engraved on the shield.

Ye Chuan's eyebrows suddenly jumped.

I thought that Mu Shan, the big man of the iron tower, was a master in this small mountain village, but now it seems that he is very wrong, and even he has lost his eyes, this old man with a wrinkled face and looks like he is a real master, and his cultivation has reached the realm of sending and receiving freely. Make a stroke. The hard shield has deep marks, and if the tip of the pen falls on the body, then what is it?

Ye Chuan lowered his eyes secretly, and saw an unexpected scene in the afterglow of his eyes.

The old man quickly engraved runes on many weapons, and finally, he spread out a blank piece of paper and refined strange runes.

"Father, is this Mu family talisman really useful to that demon?" asked Mu Shan, the big man of the iron tower, who was vicious in front of outsiders, but in front of his father, he was obedient and did not dare to offend in the slightest. His cultivation came from his father's teachings, and he knew how powerful his father was.

"Of course it works, if it doesn't work, the old demon of Yinshan would have washed our Mujia Village in blood a long time ago and killed everyone. The old man put down the wolf's pen and ordered lightly: "Mu Shan, go, distribute the weapons, armor and runes, if you don't know how to cultivate, you must at least have a rune to protect yourself." ”

"Father, what about the two Cloud Mist Sect disciples?" the Iron Tower Master asked.

"Those two ...... , it's not simple, and my father can't see through it. ”

The old man groaned slightly, and said, "Send them two runes, and don't worry about the rest, don't offend them, and don't have much hope." The current Cloud Mist Sect is no longer the Cloud Mist Sect of thousands of years ago......"

The old man sighed, embarrassed, and sighed that the situation of the Cloud Mist Sect was getting worse.

Once upon a time, the entire Cloud Mist Mountain Range was the back mountain of the Cloud Mist Sect, and all the people who lived in it could be protected by the Cloud Mist Sect. Now, let alone sheltering others, the Cloud Mist Sect itself is difficult to protect, and it is about to be squeezed out of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range by the rising Xuanding Gate and the Five Dun Sect. Ups and downs, a sect has had glory, but also decline, and life is impermanent.

"Yes. ”

Mu Shan, the big man of the iron tower, bowed down to receive the order, and quietly distributed the weapons, armor and runes, and the soldiers of Mujia Village were closing their eyes and recuperating, just waiting for the old demon of Yinshan to arrive, and they could wake up immediately. Mu Shan looked burly, a little rude and bold, but his movements were extremely agile, and he gently put the two runes beside Ye Chuan and Xiaolong'er respectively and quietly left, silently, like a swift cheetah.

The antique blue brick courtyard was quiet again, and this time, it seemed that even the big man of the iron tower, Mushan, and the old man had fallen asleep.

Ye Chuan carefully looked at the Mu family talisman in his hand, the strokes were like hooks and powerful, and he couldn't tell that it was written by an old man. Sensing carefully, this rune exuded a trace of fierce aura, with pure yang energy. There is no doubt that this is a yang talisman that is specially used to restrain evil spirits and ghosts. Millions of years ago, it was relatively common, and many sect masters would refine it, but now it has long been lost, and even a few elders of the Cloud Mist Sect can't do it. I didn't expect that there were still people in the mountains who understood.

This small Mujia Village seems to have a long history. Due to its isolation, many ancient methods and traditions have been preserved, just like this antique blue brick courtyard, which is small in size but has a unique charm, such houses are rare outside.

The night wind is getting stronger and colder.

Ye Chuan also felt a chill, not cold, but a piercing coldness. A person with a weak body or a baby who has not been born long ago, is afraid that he will be seriously ill when he is blown by this yin wind, and the runes in his hand suddenly become hot and make a warm current appear in his body to resist this strange yin wind.

Here it comes!

That peerless demon is finally here!

Ye Chuan's spirits perked up, and he still sat cross-legged on the ground without moving, but the several sky-swallowing talismans in his body secretly rotated, secretly brewing powerful power.

Xiao Long'er also woke up quickly, although he was still a child, the instinct of the Demon Dragon Clan made him quickly sense the danger. Just as he was about to stand up, he saw Ye Chuan winking at him, and immediately lay on the table again and pretended to sleep. Outside the firewood room, there was silence, and the old man and the tower man Mushan were also quickly awakened, but they also pretended to be unaware and quietly waited for the arrival of the demon.

The wind blew, and the air became colder.

Suddenly there was a cat meow in the distance, and then there was no sound, and there was a faint rustling sound.

The cold wind blew, raising a fallen leaf, and suddenly there was a figure in the courtyard, eerie like a mummy crawling out of a thousand-year-old tomb, dry and without a single or two flesh, skin and bones, with no clothes on his body, but a circle of white cloth. The weird figure, the weird outfit, the little dragon who pretended to be asleep was so frightened that her little face turned pale, and she couldn't help but tremble.