This person is the son of the city lord of the West City Gate, that is, the person he saved.

When I opened the door, I saw him standing respectfully three feet away from the door, his white robe was spotless, and with his heroic appearance, he also had the momentum that the son of a generation of city lords should have.

Seeing the wind blowing out, he unexpectedly fell into silence, and wanted to come here earlier, but he felt the breath of the wind Qingyang had not yet woken up, and he didn't dare to rush forward.

It wasn't until he woke up that he had the courage to come here from his mansion, when in fact he had already come here, but he had been staying outside.

Looking at the silent wind clear, the young man was frightened, just one night, it seemed that he had a complete change, yesterday was still a dying wind candle, but now it is from the new to the living.

Looking at the full appearance of the heavenly court, where is there a little sense of weakness? He was puzzled, but he didn't dare to ask, after all, Feng Qingyang was a super power similar to his father's in his eyes.

This kind of character naturally has his own hole cards, and if he thinks about it like this, he will not be so unacceptable if he can recover from his injuries and cultivation in one night.

"Seniors, juniors want to ask you for advice. After a long time, the young man broke his silence, he looked the same as Feng Qingyang, but he did not have the depth and vicissitudes of Feng Qingyang, so it would not feel awkward to call him a senior.

As he spoke, Feng Qingyang withdrew his gaze, looked at him who came to him, and when he closed his eyes, his divine consciousness suddenly came out quietly, secretly probing the Quartet, and then laughed meaningfully.

There are three powerful divine senses in this place that lock him in, but this divine consciousness only blocked the four voids and did not stay on him, but they kept a close watch on him.

Thinking about it, he entered the City Lord's Mansion at the West City Gate as a stranger, and if the other party didn't have the slightest suspicion and defense, then he had to be careful.

The divine consciousness that blocked the Quartet, except for the most powerful one, the rest were all in the middle stage of the Demon King, and this kind of powerful existence was enough to show the strong strength of the West City Gate.

Moreover, the important thing is that there is also a city lord who can control the Great Array of the West City Gate and is infinitely approaching the late stage of the Demon King, with him in charge, this place will be impregnable, and no one can break it.

"You say. After thinking about it, Feng Qingyang said, he also wanted to see what the other party wanted to say, after all, he would have to ask for others in the future, so it was naturally not easy to improve the shelf, and he was not the kind of person who was above the top.

Listening to Feng Qingyang's answer, the young man was suddenly happy, but he didn't show anything on his face, but the fluctuating aura had already betrayed him, and his heart, how could he hide Feng Qingyang's heavenly eyes?

The two walked and talked, and soon came to the back garden of the mansion, where the mountains and rivers are by, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, there is no majestic and mysterious like the famous mountains and rivers, but there is a kind of delicate and lovely quiet.

When they came to a meadow, they sat on the ground, and the maids on both sides quickly brought tea, but in a short moment, they built a small pavilion here.

"Senior, I'm afraid you're not from my demon clan. The young man held the tea, and the rich aroma of tea subconsciously soothed his nervous heart, and God knows how nervous he was before he came to ask.

After asking, he looked directly at Feng Qingyang, a pair of narrow eyes were shining, and he wanted to probe Feng Qingyang's heart, but after a long time, he was disappointed.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were extremely deep, like stagnant water, except for calm, he couldn't see anything else, the kind of realm of goodness like water and the sky fell without shock, made his heart shake again.

"Yes, I'm not a demon, but I'm not a human either. He spoke softly, the first sentence made the young man's heart tighten, and he secretly said badly, but the second sentence that followed made him breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's not a demon race or a human race, could it be that the predecessors are from the Sin City?" he asked in a condensed voice, time is only these possibilities, if it is the Sin City, it is not so hostile.

"Not bad. Feng Qingyang's expression was as usual, sitting cross-legged on the ground, also holding a cup of tea, smelling a faint aroma, secretly saying good tea, as he picked up the tea, the ethereal breath on his body became more and more intense, it looked like a spiral nest, where to sit, it seemed to be able to swallow a qiē at any time.

What is terrifying is that the qiē he expressed is calm to the extreme, but this scene in the eyes of the young man makes his eyelids flutter, and the wind sitting on the ground is clear, bringing him an illusion, he almost thinks that it is not a person sitting in front of him, but a wild beast entrenched here, ready to burst out and kill at any time.

"If that's the case, then it's okay to say that the last thing the younger generation wants to see is that the predecessor is a human race. The young man smiled and spoke, it was clear that Feng Qingyang's identity had been recognized by him, at least not full of hostility.

"How do you say that?" Feng Qing raised his eyebrows, although he was a zombie, but his soul was a complete human race, and suddenly he was still a little dissatisfied when he heard that someone was so hostile to the human race.

"The demon race and the human race have been at war all year round, and they have long been imprinted with an indelible deep hatred, if the human race rashly comes to my demon clan territory, it will be a very heavy matter. The young man restrained his smile and said very sternly, looking at his pale face, it was not a fake.

Feng Qingyang glanced at the young man and did not speak, but those eyes stayed on the young man, but it made him sit like a needle carpet, his back was cold, and he was dripping with sweat.

However, what he said is not false, the demon clan itself is a treasure, whether it is bones or fur, or demon pills, these are all rare treasures that the human race wants to be crazy about.

All of them were caused by the greed of the human race, so they frantically attacked the demon race, and formed a deep hatred with it countless years ago.

Although there are also demon clans in the human race region, and even those large sects founded by the demon race, those demon race regions that are independent of this are completely different definitions.

The demon clan here, except for the true spirits regardless of race, there is only the demon clan, no human race, not even the ghost king sect has never entered here.

It can be seen from this how xenophobic and hateful they are, thinking of this, Feng Qingyang sighed secretly, and suddenly thought of his identity, and his heart was filled with a sense of bitterness in an instant.

"What race am I? zombie or terran? Or is it the adversary?" he had never thought about this question before, but now listening to the young man's mention, all the questions that she suppressed came to mind.