The eye is a typical demon face, with a sharp contour, a straight nose, and slightly sunken eye sockets. Book.com Update: A lock of blonde hair peeks out from under the gray hooded cloak often worn by the fastest travelers, as well as half a sky harp.

The demon descendant was as unpredictable as an ordinary person, but the Sky Harp revealed his identity, a troubadour.

Among adventurers, this is a rather unique group.

Most of the races in this world have to struggle to survive, and art is a complete luxury, something that only the upper class can have. While talent may also manifest itself in civilians, it is also true that combat talent can be cultivated more than artistic talent.

As a result, the vast majority of troubadours were or remain aristocrats, but for various reasons they chose to live a life of wandering. A true troubadour is a strong man who is not easy to provoke.

Lin Xitang looked at the man fixedly, and then said in a deep voice: "Go away." He sat down against the trunk of the tree and closed his eyes.

From travelers who don't know each other in the wilderness, it is rude for the latecomers to chase away the first arrivals, and almost immediately turns into a bloody fight. However, the demon didn't even roll his eyes, let alone react otherwise, like a statue that someone had forgotten there.

After Lin Xitang closed his eyes, there was no demon descendant who was close at hand in his perception, which was very weird. It's just that he doesn't have the energy to think about it or do anything more now, and the ice stream of the permafrost strikes again, drowning his soul.

The Demon Descendant's slightly drooping eyelids blinked.

He saw that a looming black flame enveloped the Terrans under the tree, and a layer of crystal clear frost condensed on the fire. It was a darker aura than darkness, but the power was still very weak, like a newborn cub.

The expression of the human race was not too distorted, but his eyebrows were slightly frowned, obviously very uncomfortable. Strangely, such a thick black fire did not show damage on the fragile body of the Dawn Creature.

The big tree didn't have such good luck, and it was inevitably contaminated with black fire. The scorched color spread rapidly from the base to the branches like a black tide, and the verdant green was swallowed up in just a few breaths. It was as if something had been melted, and then solidified in an instant, retaining the shape of the trunk and main branch, and standing there in a swarthy place, a little hideous and weird.

The Demon watched curiously as the trunk of the tree he was reclining on turned into a rock-like substance, and the Kuroshio spilled over his shoulder, and one drop lingered, clearly revealing the shape of flames, tentatively trying to crawl towards his arm.

However, the little fangs failed to reap the harvest of life as it had done in the permafrost cave. The dark flame was plucked by the demon descendant, pinched on his fingertips, and even gradually revealed the core of the flame, which was a bright, vibrant drop of blood.

The Demon Descendant's expression suddenly became vivid, in fact, he still didn't show obvious emotion, but compared to the moment he was more popular, it was like a dead thing came back to life.

"It's been a long time! The Demon Descendant muttered to himself, "Is the Blood River waking up again? ”

He pinched out the black fire on his fingertips and looked down at Lin Xitang, so the Terran phrase "go away" just now was actually a warning of the impending danger?

Oh, I'm afraid that such pure kindness does not exist.

Sensing the slightest changes in the Force around him, the Demon Spawn turned his head to look around, and the verdant and lush scenery in his vision receded, revealing a world made of pure Force. Starting from the Terrans under the tree, a starlit net is slowly spreading around, as quiet as water.

Its existence is basically fused with the breath of dawn in the Force, and if it weren't for the Demon Descendants, who used the Force to parse the world like this, it wouldn't have been found to be anomalous. The area in the net is like entering a mirror world, and outsiders will be pulled when they touch the edge, and unconsciously deviate slightly from the direction of walking, and finally avoid this central area.

A very delicate misleading magic circle, although the coverage is not large, it is very suitable for the natural environment of the Phantom Beast Forest in front of you. To its credit, its delayed activation mechanism, especially since the Array Man has fallen into a coma.

The Demon Spawn thought for a moment, and pushed his perception outward for several kilometers in one go, brushing through the entire "Ice Valley". I was not too surprised to see that many of the squads that had entered the hunting state, among which the most obvious aura was the Blood Clan, they were the most numerous, and the direction of the search was facing this side.

The Demon Spawn smiled silently. He figured he should be able to restore most of the truth.

If someone else is here, if you are provoked by the phrase "go away", you will be attacked indiscriminately by the Dark Primordial Fire, and if you don't want to cause trouble, you will also leave far away when you see the strange state of that human race. At that time, the delayed activation of the circle will isolate the tracker and give the Terran a chance to breathe.

In such a hurry, it is not easy to make so many predictions and complete all the arrangements.

The Demon Spawn suddenly had a child-like mischievous thought, what would this Terran look like if he woke up and found that he was still there?

In the distance, a hunting group of the Bloods had almost touched the invisible star net.

The Demon Spawn glanced in that direction, and the next moment, the starnet covering the entire area silently dissolved, as if it had never existed.

If anyone could see the Force world at this time, they would be surprised to find many dark tentacles sticking out of the void, carefully cutting the star web from each node, and then enveloping and devouring it. This method requires near-legendary Force microcontrol, and the benefit is that it doesn't reveal any noticeable Force fluctuations.

The hunting group of the Blood Clan unconsciously took the next step and continued to walk forward, getting closer and closer to the location of Lin Xitang and the Demon Descendant.

The Demon Descendant regained the resting posture he had when he first saw Lin Xitang, leaning back against the big tree that had turned into a black fossil, holding the Sky Harp in his arms, wrapped in a traveler's cloak, and bowing his head slightly, as if he wanted to take a nap.

In a few moments, the silence in this corner of the forest was broken by the sound of footsteps. The Bloodline hunting group stepped through a ray of light that fell from the branches and leaves overhead, searching for formation, and advanced unhurriedly.

The core of this group is an old marquis of the blood clan, tall and thin, with snow-white hair, without a trace of variegation, an extraordinarily square and long face, and deep drooping eyes at the corners of the eyes, with a strong Apennine continental style. He looked around casually, but the landing points were all traces of activity, obviously a master tracker.

The strange thing was that when a group of seven or eight people saw the only big tree in this area that had turned into a black fossil, none of them showed a surprised look, and they even ignored Lin Xitang and the Demon Descendants under the tree, as if they didn't exist at all.

The Blood Hunting Group walked in front of them like this, and when it was closest, the distance was only more than thirty meters.

Just as he was about to leave completely, the old marquis, who had fallen at the end of the line, suddenly stopped, and he sniffed hard in the air, revealing a hint of doubt.

Someone in front of me shouted, "Giulio-sama, what's wrong?"

The old marquis glanced at the forest behind him again, finally retracted his gaze, and said, "It's nothing, let's go." ”

For the next half day, no hunting group came so close to the area, and the closest was a few hundred meters away.

When night falls, this corner of the "Ice Valley" is completely quiet.