"Here, thank you for saving me from the barrier." Regaining her composure, Nangong Ziyan still hadn't forgotten the demonic nature within Beiming Haotian. She handed him a gourd-shaped, seven-colored glass bottle containing two drops of blood-red liquid.
"What is this?" Bei Ming Haotian held it in his hand and examined it carefully. The gourd was small and beautiful.
"Don't worry about that. Just keep it with you at all times. It will bring you good luck." Nangong Ziyan smiled playfully.
"Thank you for today, young master. I should take my leave now."
She had heard Venerable Yunxiao say that she could subdue the demons and monsters of the world, and it turned out to be true. She had secretly gone to Wushan behind the Liuli Palace in the South China Sea to play. There were many demons and monsters in Wushan. Whenever she went to Wushan to play, they would automatically hide. As long as she touched people who were possessed by evil spirits, those evil spirits would disappear.
"I'm leaving." Bei Ming Haotian frowned, carefully putting away the glass bottle. With her cultivation level, which couldn't even protect her own life, where did she think she could go?
"Oh! This humble woman is going to gain experience. There are so many things in this vast world that attract this humble woman. Farewell." Nangong Ziyan waved to Beiming Haotian and turned to leave.
Bei Ming Haotian did not stop her, but just kept watching Nangong Ziyan's back. Hearing the noise behind him, Bei Ming Haotian did not turn around.
"Your subordinate greets the Demon Lord."
Behind Bei Ming Haotian, a man dressed in black robes knelt respectfully on the ground.
"Wandering Soul, I will be away for a while. All matters concerning the Netherworld Continent are entrusted to you and Luan Ying." The cold voice carried an undeniable air of authority.
"Yes, Demon Lord." The wandering soul looked up in confusion at Bei Ming Haotian's back. For sixteen years, the Demon Lord had never left the Netherworld Continent. Regardless of whether it was cloudy or rainy, the Demon Lord would spend an hour every day coming to look at this sea of flowers, staring intently at a certain spot. He did this every day without fail. Now that the Demon Lord said he was going out, he was very puzzled.
Bei Ming Haotian turned around and looked at the wandering soul kneeling on the ground.
"Pay close attention to the interactions between the four continents, especially the city lord of Beiming City on the Beiming Continent. Report back immediately if there is any movement. I will return to the Netherworld Palace on the fifteenth of every month." Beiming Haotian clenched his fists, suppressing the anger in his heart. For many years, every day and night, he had seen his mother and father lying in pools of blood, which haunted his dreams every night. He had never forgotten that scene, except for the one hour he spent here every day...
"Yes, Demon Lord." The wandering soul sensed the hatred in the Demon Lord's heart, looked up at Bei Ming Haotian, and was utterly astonished at the sight.
"Demon Lord, your eyes...?"
"What's wrong with my eyes?" Bei Ming Haotian asked in a gloomy tone. His eyes were naturally red, and everyone treated him like a monster. Over the years, he had gotten used to it, but when acquaintances mentioned it, he still felt very uncomfortable.
"The Demon Lord's eyes have turned black."
"It turned black?" Bei Ming Haotian asked in confusion, quickly taking out the glass bottle that Nangong Ziyan had given him. The colorful glass bottle had turned red, emitting a faint red glow.
-End of this chapter-
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