The white worm writhed in Feibaku's hand, its mouthless and eyeless head as if it was sniffing the mysterious, and after a few moments, it found its target, nodding its head at the treasure bag on the kendo's waist, and making a silent call.

The magic text scroll automatically squeezed out of the treasure bag, and Mu Xingqiu, who was concentrating on discerning the soul, didn't notice anything.

The scroll unfolded and flew extremely slowly, like a butterfly fluttering above the flowers, up and down, uninterested in the bugs in Feiba's hands.

Feiba's face turned red in a hurry, but he didn't dare to take a step closer, but muttered in a very low voice, "Come back, come back...... You're mine...... I've been waiting for you for so long......"

Poof, the white insect was pinched and exploded, the mucus flowed all over his hands, Feibao was startled, his body first squatted down, and then immediately changed his mind, pounced forward, grabbed the scroll that was falling, and lost a wooden leg as a support, and his whole person fell to the ground, only three or four feet away from Mu Xingqiu's feet.

Feibao lay motionless for a while, slowly squirming backwards, leaving a twisted scratch on the ground, and did not get up until a dozen steps later, standing staggering on one leg, holding both sides of the scroll with both hands, the expression on his face was both crying and laughing, "Finally...... Finally...... Nasty humans scribble on it. ”

The half-demon seemed to have forgotten where he was, glaring angrily at the few lines left by Du Fangfeng, reaching out to lick the dirty thumb of his right hand, and then wiping his fingers around the scroll, trying to erase the handwriting on it, but in vain, the handwriting left by Du Fangfeng did not change at all.

Feibao gave up and muttered, "Only the place where the Strange Historian has bitten can make the scroll show its true face." ”

The half-demon's face showed unprecedented determination, reaching out to pick the scar on the broken leg, his whole body trembled like a sieve, and large drops of sweat flowed from his face, but he didn't say a word, and his fingers were stained with a little blood and smeared on the scroll, when new words appeared on the scroll. He smiled, and his efforts were finally rewarded.

"Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls, my Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls, finally ...... I finally got you. Feiba gently held the scroll in his arms, tears flooded his thin face, and he didn't care about the blood droplets on his broken leg, and after a while he stopped crying, raised the scroll with both hands, and carefully admired the sun, "Yi Shijun." Yi Shijun, you can't think of it, I ......"

"I thought you were the Strange Historian. A voice rang out suddenly.

Feibao jumped up like a frightened bird, fell hard, sat on the ground, clutched the scroll with both hands, and looked around: Mu Xingqiu was still concentrating on discerning his soul, and he didn't know anything about the things around him, and the bald man's head stopped in mid-air. His eyes were open, but he didn't have any expression, apparently still asleep.

"Who?" asked Feibao in a low voice.

"How can a little demon steal the Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls from the hands of Yi Shijun? and there are multiple memories?" the voice muttered to itself.

Left ...... Taoist priest?" Feiba was timid. Hoping that his guess was wrong, he only heard Zuo Liuying say a few words, but he was very impressed.

"Bug, you've hidden some of your memories in the bug. He also deliberately confused his memory, and used this method to deceive the Taoist priest of Qishan, and almost deceived me. ”

Feibao was sure. This is Zuo Liuying's voice, he kicked on the ground with one leg, moved backwards for a distance, stared at the bald man, and the sound came from the inside of his skull.

A light shot out of the hairpin on the bald man's head, hitting the injured leg of the half-demon, Feibao seemed to be burned by fire, kicked with one leg, and retreated a few feet, several white insects burst out of the wound, were left in place, and shook their heads blankly on the green moss.

"Bone eaters. "Zuo Liuying can not only speak through the bald man, but also can see through the guò other, "Xiao Dongxi, which the demon clan uses to heal wounds, can actually be used to carry memories, and can also summon ten thousand demon scrolls, is this your ability, or did the other Shijun teach you?"

"The Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls are mine. Feibao only cared about this one thing, and hugged the scroll tighter, "I am not an enemy of the Dao Unity, nor do I harm humans, I want the Ten Thousand Demon Scroll, it ...... It heals my leg, yes, that's it, it gives me a new leg. I'm a poor little demon, with low skills, no quarrel with the world, and even ants won't hurt. Please, let me go. You are a big shot, and even Yi Shijun has said that he wants to fight you face to face. I, I'm nothing, let me go, I just want to heal my leg and find a place to live this life silently, really......"

The hairpin on the bald man's head emitted a second light, hitting the forehead of the half-demon, flying so far that even the hands holding the scroll relaxed, and then the third light came, targeting his broken leg.

Dozens more white bone-eating worms poured out, wriggling on the ground, all of them suddenly plunged into the moss, and quickly disappeared, leaving no trace.

Fei Ba regained consciousness, reached out and touched the broken leg, and found that the bleeding had stopped, there was no bone eater left, and all the wounds were healed, and he couldn't help but be terrified, "You, what did you do?"

"I took all of your memories, including those inside the Bone Eater. Zuo Liuying's voice paused for a moment, "Very interesting." ”

Feibai swallowed hard, he injected the most important memories into the bone eater, these memories would return to his mind every night in the middle of the night, and then decide whether to stay or return to the worm's body according to the situation, Zuo Liuying took all the memories away, and the bug was gone, which meant that he could no longer remember the things that did not return to his mind.

But as long as the Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls are still in his arms, it doesn't seem to matter how many memories he has, "I, can I go?"

"It turns out that you went to Qishan to wash away the dust outside the Ten Thousand Demon Scrolls, you didn't dare to go to Asan to wash the sword pool, so you had to go to Qishan to find Du Fangfeng, he had a bottle of water to wash the sword pool. Zuo Liuying was clear, "Yi Shijun taught you some strange magic arts, because...... Eat your leg and he's in a good mood. ”

Feiba cried, he hid the memory of Yishi Jun teaching him witchcraft, but the memory of his leg being swallowed was still in his mind, he was scared and cried, "I'm a poor little demon...... Please, let me go."

"You hope to seek revenge on the Alternate Historian one day. Zuo Liuying was indifferent to the half-demon's plea, "You still want to become a big demon, a giant demon, and trample all the demon clans you have bullied, you want to eat human flesh to your heart's content, you think it is the most delicious food in the world." ”

"I ...... I don't remember, I forgot, please......" Flying Walk wept bitterly, he really didn't remember the vows he had made in secret. He stored them all in the body of the bone-eater, and they were all taken away by the Taoist priest, "Let me take it, I want it, I don't want anything, really, I don't want anything......"

Feibao kowtowed vigorously and begged, and only stopped for a while, because Zuo Liuying didn't speak again, "Daoist Zuo?"

The bald man is as rigid as a wood carving.

"Daoist Zuo?" Feibao shouted again. Still not getting a response, he slowly stood up, jumping and stopping, gradually approaching his head.

"You...... Is this letting me go?" Feibao was face to face with his head, less than three feet apart.

The bald man still didn't speak, and the shriveled demon heart hidden in his hair suddenly flashed.

Feibao was stunned for a moment, stretched out his trembling arms, and wanted to take off the shiny little thing, just then. Thunder suddenly sounded in the distance. Feibao habitually shuddered, turned his head to look, and was surrounded by towering ancient trees, and could not see anything. But the noises continued, shaking the whole forest, and the moss on the trees peeled off in large patches, revealing mottled bark.

"Fighting?" the confusion on Feiba's face gradually turned into surprise. After turning around in place, the voice in the distance became louder and louder, "There is a fight." The Taoist priests can't control me, I'm ...... I ......"

Feiba was so excited that he could barely speak, he glanced at Mu Xingqiu, the sound was so violent, and the Taoist priest didn't move, "You are a good person, but you only treat me as a worm, and never believe that I am a descendant ......of the demon queen, I can't beat you now, I can't prove anything, wait, I have ten thousand demon scrolls, goodbye, human, goodbye, I will let you eat a lot when the time comes."

Flying Trek turned, and was startled first: the head that had stopped in the air was blinking.

"What are you nagging about?" The bald man looked inexplicable, he had never liked to fly, and was wary of him, "Hey, isn't this Brother Xiaoqiu's scroll? ”

Feibao almost knelt down and begged for mercy again, but he quickly reacted, although this head looked weird, but he didn't know how to spell, he didn't need to be afraid, "This is mine, it has always been mine, the relics of the Demon Emperor should belong to the royal descendants, I ......"

"You're a thief!" the bald man rushed up, about to bite the throat of the half-demon, Feiyue hurriedly freed up a hand, grabbed the bun of the head, and found that the other party's strength was actually not small, so he tried his best to throw him out.

Feibao didn't hesitate any longer, jumped a few steps, picked up the wooden legs on the ground, and before he had time to install them, he used them as crutches, and fled in a panic in the opposite direction of the loud noise, "Mine, it's mine." He said to himself as he walked along, "I am a descendant of the Demon Queen, and I want to be the King of Ten Thousand Demons......"

The bald man circled around and chased after him, this time he no longer opened his mouth to warn the enemy, but as he had hunted in the wilderness forest before, he advanced against the ground, and when he reached the foot of the flying horse, he jumped up, and bit the scroll in the right hand of the half-demon, and bit it hard.

Caught off guard, the scroll almost came out of his hand, hurriedly threw away the wooden leg, grabbed the scroll with both hands, shook it vigorously, and shouted angrily: "Let go, you monster, this is mine!"

The bald man only has his head left, and most of his strength is concentrated on the middle two rows of incomplete teeth, and when he has nowhere to focus, he looks very weak, and once he bites, he will not let go even if he dies.

Feibai was furious, he was afraid of the Strange Shijun and the Demon Clan, afraid of the Taoist priest and the human race, but he was not afraid of a young man's head, he shook his hands and smashed the head towards the nearest ancient tree, "Die!"

With a bang, the ground trembled violently, and Feibao involuntarily looked up, and a cloud of mist swept through the sky above his head, and there were many Taoist priests standing on it.

Hiss, just as Feibao was stunned, the bald man hit the tree, but instead of shattering, he tore the scroll in half, half in his mouth and the other half in Feiba's hand.

"No!" Feiba's heart was also broken, and his voice attracted the attention of the clouds and mist overhead, and several Taoist priests descended from the sky, and he made a decision in an instant, lying on the ground, using his hands and feet together, and fled into the forest with half of the scroll.

The bald man felt dizzy, but he still bit one end of the scroll in his mouth, he didn't know that Feibao had already run, thinking that he was still in the process of scrambling, and swallowed the scroll in a big gulp, no matter what material it was in his mouth, no matter how important it was or whether it was harmful or not.

A large number of leaves were knocked off by a loud bang, and finally one of the candles stopped in mid-air.

Mu Xingqiu woke up and saw three Taoist priests falling to the ground, three Taoist priests of Chaojing Mountain with ringed hair.

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