Demons and humans will eventually be different, and the laws of the world will always be unfair to demons.

"You! Harmful witch! His eyes looked like he was going to shoot a sword out of it to put her to death! He was pointing his exorcist sword at her, and it was ridiculous that it had a golden light that she couldn't reach!

"She's going to hurt you! I clearly saw her holding that! She wanted to say that the vicious woman had hooked up and betrayed him. I'm just doing the right thing for heaven.

"Shut up! Myths confuse the public! "He still doesn't listen, and he doesn't want to listen, he's completely bewitched by that vicious human!

We've known each other for so many years! A human woman can swoon you! Put me under the sword and ignore me!

She spat out the blood in her mouth, the mark of a slap from his palm.

"Negative person!"

She can't die, she can't say it, she can only say the three words of negative heart. There were no more tears in her eyes. Countless masks burst out of her body, instantly burying her, and disappearing without a trace.

He didn't mean to kill her, so he hurriedly put away his sword and picked up the frightened person, who was clearly smiling, but he had the right to ignore it.

She remembered the past again, holding her forehead, a little faintly painful, she looked at the little boy on the execution rack made of branches, and there was a pity in her heart, what kind of fear would make a person die? She didn't understand, and she didn't want to think that she had never thought of asking for his life, and the magic weapon she had found for a hundred years was to turn human spiritual power into demon power to boost her own demon power in order not to hurt the innocent. Although the side effect was to give others a terrible memory, now, it has backfired.

"Alas" she shook her head, not knowing what to do, this precept that she had obeyed for hundreds of years was broken, and it was still a headache.

She walked beside the little boy and looked at him, and suddenly, she felt some inexplicable fear, like a voice in her heart, telling her, run, leave.

"It's not good, rhubarb is in danger!" She changed in a hurry, the mask flew over her body, and then a huge fox engraved with strange patterns of magic appeared in the cave, and the magic patterns bloomed like a blue flower on her body! That kind of demonic power that soars into the sky is different, shining with pure white light, glowing with a little indelible gold.

She rushed out of the cave, whirring in the wind.

"Strange, where will my brother go?" Erica cried out by the stream, "Get out of here!" "Looking along the wet grass by the stream, there is no trace of the long feather maple on the endless river, the cobblestone road is a little bumpy, my brother will not play a prank of disappearing out of thin air, after all, this is a very terrible thing, if it really disappears, in such a magical world, there must only be one situation where he has been killed.

"Brother! Where are you? Erica shouted. No one responded.

Lin'er also tried to shout, but Jack's name was too rusty, she came to the stream and began to observe everything here, her purple eyes looked around everything in front of her, there was more white spiritual power around her than anywhere else, and there seemed to be a lot of red unrecognizable aura, but they were all a little faint, not like the traces left by a very powerful monster.

"Demon?" Lin'er was taken aback, but after thinking about it, it was not without reason for the demon to enter the human realm with this abundant spiritual power.

Brother Yu Feng should have been captured by the owner who poked the demonic spirit. But how could such a small demonic energy be the opponent of Brother Yu Feng?

"Erica, let's go." Lin'er pulled Erica, who was still shouting, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. Her lips were cracked with thirst, and her throat was hoarse from the cry.

With a gentle touch, a stream of clean spring water slid down her hand and into Erica's throat, which warmed up as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

"Brother, where the hell did he go?" Erica was crying. I knew I didn't want to drink water.

The way she looks now, it really makes her scared that something is going to happen.

"Don't cry, don't cry, I'll see my brother soon." Lin'er's purple pupils seemed to have discovered something, she saw a weasel, sneaking over, its red demonic aura was the same as the demonic aura by the stream, small, but very muddy.

The weasel quietly, it saw Lin'er looking at him at a glance, it was very clever, and slowly took a few steps back, the magic breath released by Lin'er startled him, and it felt that the little girl in purple clothes and purple pupils, that is, her target was looking at herself viciously from a hundred meters away. It was desperate to run, and quickened its pace of escape, vaguely sensing that things were not going well.

I simply shuttled through the grass.

"Erica, come!" Lin'er picked up Erica, the fluid-like purple arm suddenly bulged from behind her, and she swooped quickly in the direction of the weasel, like a thick long snake smashing heavily into the weasel, pulling and pulling, coherent, the weasel ran, several times almost dodged and was about to be hit by a strong blow, but the strange thing was that it was not hit once, as if she was deliberately consuming her physical strength, because it was obvious that this little girl wanted to catch a live.

You must flee quickly.

"Not good!" The weasel shouted, almost about to fall out.

"Grandma spare her life!"

"Grandma spare her life!"

"Grandma spares her life!" He shouted as he watched as the heavy slap was about to shatter himself. He hoped to escape, but there was nothing he could do but watch as he was smashed.

Lin'er walked over with Erica in her arms, and the weasel cowered timidly, a wet patch beneath him.

"Erica, cover your nose." Lin'er reminded softly, but she looked at the weasel with some eagerness.

"Oh, good." Erica obediently covered her mouth and nose in Lin'er's arms.

It's not good, this little girl is so shrewd, she knows her own little means, and her urine has a special smell, which will make the person who sucks it have a short-term hallucination, no matter how deep the spiritual power is, how strong the magic is, how powerful the demon power is, she will be hit by the dead little ghost, and she will try all kinds of things for the unsuspected. But if the trick is not smelled, or eliminated, it will be your turn to be embarrassed.

"Grandma, we met in Pingshui, we don't know each other, I passed by here, you want a little life, it's not a big deal." The weasel's voice is a little high-pitched, but not so harsh, but rather a little comforting. It's also its hypnotic magic, capable of confusing enemies in words.

"Don't pretend, where is that little boy?" Lin'er was a little annoyed, although she was angry, she didn't show it.

"Which little boy? I've met so many little boys... Before he could finish speaking, the Fluid Pillar's arm slammed down, and a hole in the eerie purple smoke appeared around it.

"。。。。。" The weasel rolled his little eyes, paused for a moment and said, "Grandma, are you talking about the little boy with golden hair?" Then it pointed to Erica in Lin'er's arms, "It's like this hair color."

"Yes, that's him!" Erica replied eagerly. Lin'er also nodded. Her ponytail was flung high.

It's a good thing to do now, it's not a good stubble. Its eyes rolled and slowly stood up, and Lin'er watched its every move without making a sound.

Of course it could tell the little girl where the little boy was, but the problem is, he's dead! Dead in a dream!

"I met him in the morning, but now he's gone suddenly, and I don't know if he's still over there." It says so.

Lin'er naturally knew that it was telling a lie, but she didn't speak.

"Why don't I take my aunts and grandmothers there?" Weasels want to lead the way, meaning to go ahead.

This little kid is still too tender, if you want to find someone, then don't be so fierce to me. And the king is coming, see how capable you girl will be by then.

Lin'er didn't speak, watching it walk, she felt a powerful demonic force rushing here.

On the top of the hill, a huge white fox stood, its black and red patterns shining strangely, and several masks clinging to it on several towering fluff patches. Its phoenix eyes glowed with golden light, quietly looking at Lin'er who was looking at it.

Where their eyes converged, the majestic air collided with each other.

The fox's powerful demonic power soared into the sky, reflecting the surrounding trees into scarlet light, and a few golden rays of light flickered above its head, telling of an extraordinary past.

Lin'er's Vientiane hand surrounded her, and the purple aura rolled and was aggressive.