The cave of the wild

little sand sculpture is very lively. Little sand sculpture has many wives and concubines, a bunch of fourth- and fifth-level ones, and many offspring. He is a pure scum bird.

And he is not a good father. His fatherly love depends on the bird. He values ​​which child has good bloodline, and the others are free-range.

Among all the children, the children born by the Peng bird are undoubtedly the most outstanding and have the best bloodline, so he treats the two little Peng birds the best.

This time is the 300th birthday of the little sand sculpture's youngest daughter. The little sand sculpture made a big party, bought a lot of things from the human territory, and made a large cake for his little daughter by himself.

The whole cake is shaped like his little daughter, a pure golden Peng bird, with a posture of spreading its wings and flying high, lifelike, and from the shape alone, it is absolutely creative.

Little sand sculpture did not invite outsiders, but the demon king and high-level demons under his command were all present. Although it was kicked out of the Demon God Temple, its identity as a demon king was not cancelled. This is the status he fought for.

Lin Jiang did not attend the birthday party. He refused. He had attended several birthday parties for the human race, but he always felt something was wrong when the monster race celebrated their birthdays. It felt quite strange.

The cave of the little sand sculpture was very large, and an independent courtyard was arranged for Lin Jiang. Lin Jiang quietly painted the talisman. Painting was his lifelong career. After all, Lin Jiang was not good at other skills, and he was just a rough one.

In the middle of the painting, Lin Jiang felt someone coming in, but he had no ill intentions, so he did not stop. When he finished painting the talisman, Lin Jiang looked up and saw an old man standing in front of him.

"Have you seen the Peng Bird Demon King?"

"Do you know me?"

"My brother told me,"

Lin Jiang said with a smile. He had never seen the Peng Bird Demon King, but he could guess that in the little sand sculpture's mansion, there was no one else whose cultivation could not be detected except the Peng Bird Demon King.

"I heard that you survived the Qingzhou War." "Have you

heard about it, Senior Demon King?"

"You should know that I am very concerned about the movements of the human race."

"Yes, I survived the Qingzhou battlefield."

"Can you tell me about it?"

"Of course, it's just that my cultivation is low, and I know too little."

"No problem, tell me as much as you know."

"Yes, I..."

Lin Jiang spoke slowly. Of course, it was impossible for him to say everything. He just picked up some irrelevant things that didn't make sense, so he just said that he was knocked unconscious and knew nothing.

"Is Yang Luo of the human race really dead?"

"He should be dead. The Shengtian Sect was divided up by others. If Yang Luo was not dead, she would have come out long ago."

"That's true."

The Peng Bird Demon King nodded. The sect of the human race is equivalent to the tribe of the demon race. The tribe was destroyed and the territory was divided. If he hasn't appeared yet, he should be dead.

"I have one more thing I want to ask of you."

"Please go ahead, senior."

"I heard from Lin Cong that you are a very good talisman master. My two grandchildren want to learn to draw talismans. You can teach them here."

"It's okay to teach them, but the two young men and women should not have reached the fourth level yet."

"Soon, in a few years."

"That's fine. After the fourth level, I will stay here for a while every once in a while."

Lin Jiang nodded. This made the Peng Bird Demon King look at Lin Jiang with new eyes. There are many masters above the fourth level in the demon clan, but there are very few who want to cultivate descendants.

"The previous cooperation can continue. The demon clan has a lot of good things. We can cooperate for a long time."

The Peng Bird Demon King continued to say that there are very few demon clan Dan Fu Qi Zhen masters, and their level is not high. Those minerals and the like are useless to them. It is better to exchange them for something else.

Lin Jiang agreed to everything, and after chatting for a while, the Peng Bird Demon King left.

"The Peng Bird Demon King cares so much about the heroes of the human race, could it be..."

Lin Jiang waited until the Peng Bird Demon King left, muttering in his heart. During the Qingzhou War, he heard the words of the Green Emperor, good and evil thoughts, about becoming an immortal, destroying the world, and involving the demon race. It seems that destroying the world and becoming an immortal was proposed by the demon race. Could the Peng Bird Demon King have this idea?

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"Hello, uncle"

The birthday party was over, and the little sand sculpture's two children came to pay their respects to Lin Jiang.

They haven't transformed yet, and their bodies have been shrunk a lot by magic. They are about the same size as humans, with a pair of wings, and they pay their respects like humans.

"Okay, okay, don't be too polite"

Lin Jiang also took out his own gift.

"Little idiot, you two are almost as good at teaching as humans."

"I taught them as soon as they reached the third level

. When they transform, they will definitely be smarter than me." Little idiot was very proud. He put a lot of thought into these two children. He started feeding them the Qiling Pill when they were very young to enhance their intelligence. After the third level, the monster beasts can speak human language. Little idiot taught them the knowledge of the human race. Now if they go to the human race, it will not be a problem for them to be a teacher.

"The disciple is better than the master. Yes, you did a good job on this."

"That's a must. Their grandfather wants to train them into monster emperors."

"Is there a chance?"

"Of course there is. Their blood is very pure, and they have perfectly absorbed my advantages. I can't guarantee that they will become monster emperors, but they are definitely monster kings. Otherwise, I would have trained a trumpet long ago."

Little idiot said. Is he the kind of person who is willing to suffer a loss? Such a lot of effort in training must be rewarded. Otherwise, he would ask Pengniao to give birth to another one and train a trumpet.

"Brother, they haven't been named yet, what do you think

they should be named?" "Don't you know I'm bad at naming?"

"I know, what do you think of my son being called Lin Bawang and my daughter being called Lin Bahua?"

"..."

Lin Jiang stared at the little idiot, wanting to see if he was serious. If he was, Lin Jiang would go back and call the big idiot and beat him for ten days and ten nights.

"Haha, I'm kidding, brother, my son's name is Lin Wanli, Wanli, which means a long and promising future, and my daughter's name is Lin Fanghua, which means Fanghua, which means a peerless beauty ."

The little idiot saw that Lin Jiang's eyes were not right, and hurriedly said that he didn't dare to take advantage of this.

"Your children, you can call them whatever you want."

Lin Jiang was speechless. He was too lazy to care about this matter. He could call them cats and dogs, but they were not his children.

The little idiot was still complacent, but Lin Jiang was looking at the two bird demons and muttering in his heart. The big and small Peng birds looked extremely handsome, with shiny golden feathers. At first glance, they were the raptors among the raptors, and they really had some potential to become the demon emperor.

But Lin Jiang's mind was full of the words "destroy the world", "become an immortal", and "demon emperor". When thinking of the Peng bird demon emperor, Lin Jiang had a bad feeling in his heart. He hoped that they would not become demon emperors, otherwise what would he do in the future? He was his nephew.

The little sand sculpture also asked the little Peng bird to show the results of his education. Reading and writing were not a problem. He could even remember dozens of human skills.

As for the demons' own abilities, they were also very professional. The little sand sculpture did not let them be young masters. He had let them hang out in the wilderness a long time ago, fighting with people and demons. They were very powerful and had a great reputation in the wilderness.

"My son has the potential to be a demon emperor,"

the little sand sculpture said at last. He also believed that his two children had the potential to be demon emperors.