Wantai's situation is not much better than Yan Xiyue.

Now the whole person's breath has turned into a dilapidated bellows, hula and panting vigorously.

But even so, he was still trying his last strength to pull something out of his cuffs.

When Mo Yinxing and Ning Xiang walked in front of him, he happened to take out an old booklet.

Around the booklet, there were also some medicine bottles and sundries scattered.

"Master, you take this, record cough cough cough."

Halfway through Wantai's words, he couldn't help but cough up a lot of black blood in his mouth.

An old face, which was already pale, was now so white that there was hardly any blood to be seen.

If it weren't for the fact that his chest was still rising and falling slightly, I am afraid that he would have thought that he was dead.

Mo Yinxing squatted in front of him, because he didn't detect any killing intent from Wan Tai, and shook his head at Ning Xiang after he grabbed his already outstretched hand.

Instead, he continued to stretch his hand forward and took the book that Wan Tai was holding.

The book was stained with some of his blood, but the font on it was still legible.

It clearly states where the reclaimed demons now live, as well as their details.

He didn't have to turn it over, he could guess from the old traces of the booklet paper, and it was a similar record.

He looked at the short old man in front of him, who was still looking at him lovingly, and was very puzzled: "What do you mean?" ”

Wan Tai handed him the antidote pill he had prepared for Mo Yinxing, and told him all the facts intermittently.

It turned out that he saw that Mo Yinxing had now gone to the cultivation realm, and he had a lot of obstacles, and he was afraid that he would be subject to many restrictions in the cause of recovering the demon clan, so he began to plan for Mo Yinxing himself.

"The old slave knows Yan Xiyue's affection for you, so he wants to set one up. Set a trap that will be enough to trick her into thinking that the old slave has really betrayed you. Successfully attack the people in the demon world. ”

Mo Yinxing took the porcelain bottle, and when he opened it, a strong medicinal fragrance overflowed.

Ning Xiang and he were no strangers to this breath.

It was the smell of the antidote brought by Yan Ming after he was poisoned by the Dream Demon Beast.

Suffice it to say that he really didn't want him to die.

"It's no surprise that the demon world has already drunk the poison I have given, and the poison will make them unable to use their magic power when they smell a special taste, and the specific flavor preparation method is written at the end of the booklet."

When Wan Tai said this, his voice had become very reluctant, and when Mo Yinxing saw this, he directly began to transmit demonic power to his body that was about to leak into a sieve.

Although it can only make him feel better for the time being, it is better than nothing.

Wan Tai wanted to stop Mo Yinxing, but after meeting his red eyes, he swallowed the words back into his stomach and let him continue to transmit demonic power.

And he said more that had not yet been said to him.

"The old slave's body The old slave himself knows that even if there is no such thing, he will not survive the next year, so the old slave has been thinking about the second plan all these years, and now it can be implemented smoothly, and the old slave has no regrets."

"It's just a pity, I'm afraid the old slave can't see the birth of the little master."

Wan Tai looked at Ning Xiang, who was following Mo Yin very closely, and finally instructed Mo Yinxing:

"Yan Xiyue's death should have been noticed by the elders of the Demon Realm, master, you must find a way to destroy the Demon Clan within seven days with the help of the power of the Xiuzhen Realm, if the time drags on longer, the old slave does not dare to guarantee that they will have a way to detoxify the poison in their bodies."

"The revival of the demon clan, since the old slave can't see it, he will add a salary to it before he dies."

After that, Wan Tai himself cut off the connection that Mo Yinxing was still transmitting demonic power to him, and vomited a mouthful of black blood again.

This time, the blood vomited, and his whole body fell straight back like a dead tree.

Mo Yinxing's eyes quickly supported him, but Wantai's body turned into a phantom at this moment, turning into the appearance of a willow tree, and dissipated inch by inch.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment, so he could only reach out and grab Wantai's phantom: "Wantai."

He may have doubts about the loyalty of others, but Wan Tai and Liu Shiqi are the objects he has never suspected.

So when he first learned that it was the news of Wantai's rebellion, he felt very strange.

He didn't experience the true father's love, but he enjoyed it here in Wantai.

The relationship between the two that belongs to father and son has been satisfied, and the only thing missing is just a layer of blood relationship.

Mantai's face has not yet changed into the shape of a willow tree, but has begun to change from his body.

Hearing Mo Yinxing's shout, he took one last look at him.

When a person is dying, the last sense to disappear is hearing.

After seeing Mo Yinxing's tearful appearance, although he was content, there was still a layer of emotion in his heart that he couldn't explain.

It wasn't until he completely lost consciousness that he heard a "father", and the tears that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes completely rolled down and wet the ground.

The face that was still sad and joyless was a little more gentle, and the corners of his mouth were curved.

It's just that at this moment, his face also turned into a willow branch, and then dissipated.

The snow, which had been stopped for a long time, rose again at this moment, and sprinkled it on the place where there were a few pools of black blood and a pile of tattered small objects, as if to see off the dead Wantai.

Mo Yinxing silently picked up those small objects, but did not leave immediately.

Instead, he stood still, staring at the direction in which Wantai had disappeared, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ning Xiang saw that Mo Yinxing needed a separate space to get along with him, so he didn't continue to stay by his side, but let the white worm accompany him.

She took the treasure hunt mouse into the house where Wan Tai lived before his death.

Since it is a place of life, it will definitely leave some traces of life, and she plans to find something intentional for Mo Yinxing to leave.

Wantai is a willow demon, and he is older and very nostalgic.

Entering the house, Ning Xiang found that the quilts and pillows in the couch room were all tinged with old colors that had been washed away by time.

She put away the things one by one, and at the same time contacted Yan Ming to inform Yan Xiyue that she was dead, and everyone in the demon world had been poisoned by Wantai, which was very suitable for the news of the attack on the demon clan now.

"Yan Xiyue is dead? How did you die? ”

Ning Xiang didn't hide it, and told everything that happened to Wantai here before.

"It's just that her corpse seems to have been taken away by someone while Ah Xing and I didn't notice it, but regarding her death, I can be sure that she is dead."

Yan Ming didn't rush to give Ning Xiang a reply, but asked her to stay where she was, and he would come over to see the situation now.

And the corpse that had been taken away in Ning Xiang's mouth was now being dismantled and the blood stains on his body were washed.

The man was a man in shape, and his large, knuckled hands trembled slightly as they touched the bloody holes in her body.

Wantai: I've got a boxed lunch, too, but I have a big chicken leg!