Madame Shepherd's eyes became extremely deep, as if at the deepest bottom of the sea, there was a huge whale as a mountain swimming slowly, about to swing its wings and giant tail, setting off a terrifying angry wave.

Suddenly, she closed her eyes, and when she opened them the next moment, there was no anger in sight, only an absolute and palpitating calm.

It is still the deepest part of the sea, there are no angry waves, but there is pressure that mortals can hardly bear.

"When I opened my eyes, I saw the little white dot in the stormy waves, thinking that it was a seagull, representing the freedom of my life. ”

She was silent for a while, and continued: "Many years later, until I was expelled from the Great West Continent by the imperial uncle, I still thought so, so I didn't feel lost, but thought that this was what I wanted, but it was on that day that I realized that the little white spot I saw back then was not a seagull, but a sail. ”

"Zhou Du's husband came alone in a boat and broke the waves, and returned boring - until I knew the truth of this story, I realized that my life was never free, and that white sail represented the coming and going, which means that we must return to our former hometown, which is the meaning of my life. ”

The little black dragon didn't understand the meaning of Mrs. Mu's words.

Madame Shepherd did not continue to explain, and left directly in front of the cliff.

Countless years ago, she was expelled from the Great Western Continent by her uncle to find an excuse, and began to travel around the mainland, meeting many amazing people, and finally became the queen of the demon clan.

With her ice-like intelligence and means, she won the trust and love of the White Emperor, and the trust and friendship of the Holy Queen of the Heavenly Sea, but what she didn't expect was that the White Emperor and the Demon Lord lost a big battle in the snowfield in the north of the Cold Mountain, and the merchant boat that had been hidden for many years suddenly rose up.

Her judgment of the situation was still accurate, and she did not hesitate to stand on the side of Shang Xingzhou and get the other party's promise.

Seeing that the situation was gradually under control and the major events she had been planning for many years were about to succeed, the imperial uncle she had trusted and even admired since she was a child suddenly died.

What happened on the cliff of the Holy Maiden Peak had already reached her ears one after another.

Daxizhou's plan has been revealed, and many people have turned their attention to the White Emperor City, to her, and the different red and infinite blue have even come.

It stands to reason that she should be very nervous at this time, at least a little uneasy, but no, she is still as calm, calm and confident as in previous years.

The white sails flutter in the wind, and they look very eye-catching in the red and turbid river.

The boat broke the waves and reached the opposite shore.

She walked up the stone steps to the palace at the top.

Thousands of demon warriors on both sides of the stone steps saluted.

In the streets and alleys not far away, countless demon clan people knelt on the ground one after another, shouting all kinds of greetings and greetings.

Before coming to the palace, her hand gently stroked her lower abdomen in her sleeve.

Then she turned around and looked condescendingly at the white city, a confident smile on her indifferent face.

This is her city.

Even if the other red couple, Chen Changsheng and the state religious giants and Wang Po came together, it would also be a dead end.

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The law is simple, only seventeen pages.

It is written very clearly on the first page: White Emperor City belongs to the White Emperor.

A nice addition was made on the second page: White Emperor City also belongs to every demon clan person living in it.

In fact, for countless years, the sentence on the first page has been thoroughly executed, while the sentence on the second page remains on paper.

For the people of the Demon Clan, the glory of the Demon Clan will make them proud to live in the White Emperor City, but becoming the true master of the White Emperor City? That can only be imagined, and they don't even dare to think about it, unless they have drunk a lot of wine and are drunk like mud.

Maybe it's because of this, but more because of personality, the vast majority of demon clans are very fond of drinking, especially spirits.

The outer city along the river of the White Emperor City is full of all kinds of taverns, which sell cheap but strong enough liquor, bad tasting but relatively expensive food, and grab a lot of money from the low-level people and the tribal youth who come to sell their goods.

Places like this are surrounded by the smell of hides, foot odor, and vomit after drinking every day, which is naturally extremely unpleasant, and if it is not very close to the river, the Department of Health will send people to use the water of the Red River to conduct a rough rinse every day, but I am afraid that even the hunters of the Kaolin tribe will not be able to stand it.

A very ordinary tavern by the river, as noisy as other taverns, and the back door against the wall was as deserted as others, with mountains of dishes and wine glasses, the only difference was that the figure squatting in front of the basin to wash the dishes was extremely burly, and it looked like a real mountain.

The mountain-like man lowered his head and washed the dishes in silence, as if the noisy world behind him had nothing to do with him.

The back door of the tavern creaked open, and two drunken drinkers staggered out, seemingly not seeing the man washing the dishes, unbuckled his trousers and began to pee, the man quickly lifted the basin farther away and reminded him.

Only then did the two drinkers notice the presence of the dishwasher man, and one of them scolded, "You don't have long eyes!

His companion drank a little less, patted him on the shoulder, pointed at the dishwasher man, and whispered something. The scolding drinker sobered up a little, followed by an exaggerated laugh, and said, "Ouch, this is the legendary bear cub?"

The companion smiled and motioned for him to hurry back and continue drinking, and the drinker laughed and cursed a few more words before leaving.

The man picked up a large water tank, rinsed the floor along the wall, shook his head, and continued to wash the dishes in silence.

It was clear that he was very good at washing dishes, and the mountains of dishes in the basin fluttered and tossed between his seemingly clumsy hands, and were quickly cleaned. He returned to the back kitchen of the tavern with the cleaned dishes, and was about to wash the stove, but was stopped by the boss, saying that the business was too good today, and the front was too busy, and asked him to help serve the wine.

When he reached the tavern antechamber, the noise suddenly stopped, and countless eyes were cast.

The lights in the tavern were a little dim, but he could see his face clearly, and I saw that although the burly man was full of beards, his eyes were clean and translucent, and he was obviously still very young.

The reason why the noise in the tavern suddenly disappeared was because of the arm strength shown by the young bear.

A full twelve jugs of spirits, like heavy fruit, hung on his left arm, without any trembling, and looked very steady.

"It's worthy of being a famous young hunter of the bear clan back then, this strength is really big enough. ”

"He's that Xuanyuan Po?"

Yes, he is Xuanyuan Po.

The young man of the bear clan who washes dishes in the riverside tavern is Xuanyuan Po.

Five years have passed, and he seems to be still doing the same thing.

For the entire continent, the name Xuanyuan Po has long been forgotten, but for the drinkers who often come and go to this tavern and the surrounding neighbors, this name is very famous, because he has been to Kyoto, and the world of the human race is extremely far away for the demon tribe, and anyone who has been there has the qualifications to boast about.

The drunken man who went to pee in the backstreet laughed and said, "Isn't this just a piece of waste?"

With these words, a lot of eyes fell on Xuanyuan Po's right arm.

Xuanyuan's left arm was as strong as a giant tree, and his right arm was a little shrunken for some unknown reason, looking like a dead branch.

The contrast between the two arms is very clear, and the picture is even more miserable.