Chapter 268

0067 retrieved "Dream Spirit" and saw its master still swirling the cup, the human realm wine in the cup fragrant and rich. Ying Ning had just taken a sip.

"Master, when did you discover that Bai Xie was a malevolent soul separated from the Underworld Palace?" The childish voice was full of doubt, and 67 was still sensing the honey wine in the master's cup.

“When I learned about the plotline,” Yingning explained to 67.

"Plotline?" 0067 exclaimed. He quickly flipped through the plotline again but found no relevant clues.

How did the owner find out?

Ying Ning held up her cup. She was in a small country on the edge of the human realm. Even though she was wearing a loose and bulky robe, her fair and white wrists peeking out from the cuffs still attracted the attention of many humans.

"The original owner found Que Rong and clearly told him what Bai Xie had done to him, but he ignored it."

"Those in high positions dislike it when their subordinates cause them trouble."

"Moreover, as Meng Po, the original owner of this body never made any mistakes in handling matters related to the Naihe Bridge. What benefit would Bai Xie bring to the underworld by harming the original owner of this body?"

0067 understood what Yingning meant.

"If Que Rong and Bai Xie have no connection whatsoever."

"Then all I can say is..."

"It's Que Rong who has a crush on Bai Xie."

"Cough cough?!" 0067 was taken aback by Ying Ning's words. It covered its non-existent mouth and coughed softly twice, but when it saw its master's smile, it knew that its master was teasing it.

"Master..." The babyish voice was a little shy.

After experiencing so much with 0067, Yingning naturally discovered its differences:

"Little 7, have you noticed that you seem to have changed a bit?"

"Change?" 0067 immediately checked its body, which was still composed of a string of data and did not show the entity it wanted.

"No, Master."

0067 had no idea what Yingning was talking about.

"You're a bit like them."

Looking down from Yingning's cup, 0067 saw a busy road below the inn, with pedestrians hurrying by and laughter filling the air.

"Little 7, does it look like a human?" 0067 said softly.

"Humans are good too."

Since the owner says it looks like it, then it does.

At this moment, 0067 was unaware that, out of its sight, a piece of data was beginning to change quietly.

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The border of the human world.

A slender, exquisite hand crushed the demon's head, and then the man stepped on the demon's body, the sound of bones cracking ringing out.

He exuded demonic power, yet his expression was one of disdain.

Although the demons were afraid when they saw the death of their own kind, they did not retreat.

Only when a demon king slowly appeared from behind did the demons hurriedly retreat. They, as insignificant ants, preferred to stay far away from such a battle between powerful figures.

The Demon King looked at the man in front of him. Although the man was dressed in a magnificent purple robe, he looked much weaker than he had been in a thousand years.

But the arrogance in his eyes and brows did not disappear; on the contrary, after a thousand years, he resembled a wild beast that had been lurking for too long.

He waits for his prey to appear, then devours it whole.

The Demon King of Evil trembled inwardly, and began to doubt whether his trip had been the right choice.

But the Demon King thought of something else, and his heart slowly calmed down. The Demon King looked at the person who had once been so high and mighty:

"Hahahaha, the rumors were true after all."

"The former Demon Lord has greatly diminished his power!"

"Heaven is truly helping me."

The demon summoned a ten-thousand-white-bone demon hammer and laughed wildly:

"Once I have absorbed Your Highness's spiritual power, I will surely be able to wreak havoc on the Demon Realm!"

The man's dark purple eyes were deep and unfathomable. He didn't even bother to waste a word on the demon, and every move he made was a killing blow, leaving no room for retreat.

Blood rained down, soaking the ground, and he casually smashed the demon bones one by one, turning them into nourishment for the human soil.

A stick of incense.

He annihilated the demon army.

The Demon King watched as the man's hand pierced his chest, then coughed up a mouthful of blood and screamed in agony.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"stop!"

"Stop it! Aaaaaah!"

The purple-eyed man's large hand did not stop; he touched the demon core of the demon and forcibly took it out of the demon king's body.

"Aa ...

Few demons can endure the pain of their demon core leaving their body.

The demon's voice was filled with unbearable pain, until it grew weak:

“Xi…”

"Xi Yunliu—!"

The purple-eyed man held a blood-soaked demonic core in his palm, and he chuckled as he looked at the demon.

"You still want to devour my power?"

Xi Yunliu toyed with the demon core, her eyes filled with the same playful amusement as always:

"With this kind of trash?"