Chapter 93: The Pride of Heaven 36

Ye Chenfeng originally planned to go to the City Lord’s Mansion at night, but he went by himself. Hearing the words of Jiewenzhan, he was about to refuse, but he heard Tianmiao lazily coming: "It’s okay to go together, others steal things. There is a vent, can't you not even have a vent? Maybe you might find unexpectedly when you go together?"
Ye Chenfeng: "..."
Interpretation of the war: "..."
It makes sense, I don't know how to refute it.
But what's weird about this metaphor? It doesn't seem right?
In this way, the two went to the City Lord's Mansion together at night.
And Tianmiao, in the inn, comfortably enjoy the massage of the 箜篌, the feeding of the hole flute, sitting in front of the heavenly mirror, and observing the movement of the two going to the City Lord's Mansion.
Late at night, the huge City Lord's Mansion was silent.
Ye Chenfeng reconciled and heard about the battle, and felt strange. How could the city lord's mansion be said to have more than a hundred people up and down, it was silent now, and there was no patrolling courtyard in the courtyard.
The two began to probe carefully in the City Lord's Mansion.
Tian Miao waved his hand and a picture appeared in the mirror.
The benevolent city lord during the day, sitting in the middle of a stone room at the moment, a little devilish energy around him, seeping from the body and immersing in the body again, just like this, the city lord’s face still has the kind expression during the day, now he A distorted face.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, with a red light in his eyes, and a small book flew out from his chest, which was hanging in the air and flipping by itself.
"Haha, this ruthless Dao is really exquisite. The cultivation base actually broke through the bottleneck period. It seems that it is not far from the Jindan period!" The city lord manually turned a few pages of the book by himself, then carefully took it back and turned around. Shimen.
At the same time, both Jie Wenzhan and Ye Chenfeng felt a trace of devilish energy. When they were about to chase and investigate further, a heavenly voice rang in their ears: "All come back. You are not opponents of this demon race."
The two were shocked here how could they hear Tianmiao's voice in the inn, but they still listened to Tianmiao's words and prepared to quietly return.
In front of the heavenly mirror, Honghu turned on the curious baby mode again: "Boss, this cultivating notebook of the city lord was originally given to him by the demon?"
Tian Miao nodded slightly.
Dong Xiao sighed: "I didn't expect that there would be such a powerful Demon Race. After being sealed, a demonic soul could be separated out to cause trouble."
Huanghou also screamed: "If this is succeeded by this demon, he will gain a lot of power."
Immediately, Honghuang asked again in doubt: "However, boss, you can kill this demon soul with one finger, why don't you choke him to death?"
Tian Miao smiled: "Little Fatty, do you know who is the proud man in this world?"
"Ye Chenfeng." Huanghou blinked his eyes and replied.
"Do you like demons or humans?" Tianmiao asked again.
"I don't like humans, but I hate demons even more. This group of dirty idiots who only know how to destroy and kill." Huanghou snorted coldly.
"Yeah, I don't like most demons either." Tianmiao couldn't help but touched Xiaolong's horns, "but it's not because of the reason you said. It's because the demons are completely with their identity. Unmatched endless ambitions and desires."
Huanghou was startled, suddenly blessed to his soul, and clapped his hands: "I understand what the boss meant. I just don't have the ability. I have to pretend to be forced. That should really be a thunderstorm."
Dong Xiao couldn't hold back on one side, and he laughed out loud.
Tian Miao squeezed Xiaolong's horn and laughed: "In a sense, your explanation is correct."
"I understand, so the boss won't make this stupid demon so cheap this time. I remembered that sometimes death is not the cruelest thing for humans. This principle is the same for the demon!" After finishing talking triumphantly, he looked for praise.
(End of this chapter)