Faced with his friend's sincere treatment, Mo Qin of course had to satisfy his curiosity a little.
I picked out some unimportant information and exchanged some "sincere" words with Yi Junze.
"That trip to the Xianqiong Pavilion secret realm was my first time going out. I encountered many people in distress along the way, and then I met you."
"You demons are kind enough to invite me along. Having a companion at least gives me some support, which is better than wandering alone in this secret realm."
"I came out this time hoping to broaden my horizons, but I didn't expect to meet a kind-hearted demon like you again."
Yi Junze accepted Mo Qin's compliment frankly. In addition to taking Mo Qin to visit the Demon City, he also invited her to his home.
Mo Qin couldn't refuse, and she was also curious about the living environment of the nobles among the monsters, so she readily agreed.
After playing in the demon tribe for a few days, Yi Junze enthusiastically hosted them and even met a few demon elders by chance.
It's really like treating a very good friend.
Mo Qin didn't stay in Yaodu for long. He left after playing for a few days.
While resisting the attack of the flying swords, the immortals shouted:
Although I also wanted to join the battle and defeat these immortals, it was obviously a wise move.
"He said he met you in the secret realm of Xianqiong Pavilion?" the old man asked again.
After running for a distance, the immortal spoke:
"He's a beast. After practicing for a few days, he really thinks he's quite powerful. It's his blessing to be in your eyes. Hahahaha!"
Yi Junze took advantage of that opportunity to let the old man see the sword, wanting the old man to check for me whether there was anything special about Cai Jin.
The old man sighed, "Perhaps he got some small opportunity in the secret realm."
It is still possible to survive, and there is hope for resistance.
Yi Junze saw the old man's fatigue and a hint of worry appeared on his face.
The sword left the demon city but did not leave the demon world.
Just when we were about to beat the demons back to their original form, a sword came flying from nearby and stabbed into the shoulder of the immortal who had been abusing the demons for many years.
"Cough cough cough." The old man suddenly trembled and coughed violently a few times.
The demon tribe hadn't been dumbfounded for years. They had never thought that their luck was so bad, but they could actually survive in a desperate situation.
Heaven is benevolent, while evil immortals reign supreme, forcing all races to suffer oppression and compromise. Perhaps the current demon king already possesses a sense of pride.
The attack stopped only when the demons ran away before they could even see a trace of them.
"Zer, the future of the demon race, the revival of the demon race, depends on them."
After all, you can only survive by robbing, and you don't have to worry about it.
The future of the demon world still depends on the previous generation.
I patted Yi Junze's shoulder and said earnestly:
The immortal was concerned, "Humph! Let you go? He has to die for that!"
"If we can make enemies with them, we will make enemies." The old man said less about that matter. Instead of focusing on a certain tribe, it would be better to think of a way from within himself.
The flying sword was so slow that even its afterimage could be seen. Every time it clashed with Mo Qin, a new sword would appear. Soon, there were dozens of swords flying in the air.
Another immortal was stabbed by the sword. We had no time to take care of the demons underground for many years, so we formed a circle to avoid new casualties.
"Zer, your friend left?"
Several immortals were startled and immediately stopped the years of atrocities against the demon clan and turned to deal with the flying sword that suddenly appeared.
"Who! Sneaking around, or taking your time to show up?!"
The old man nodded, as if Yi Junze had someone he hadn't mentioned.
Divination and fortune-telling are to peek into destiny. Even if one can predict something, they can only tell good or bad luck, and give a slight indication of the direction. Being retaliated against is a reward for peeping into something that can be seen.
The old man waved his hands quickly to indicate that he was busy.
"Well, have you figured out something?"
Yi Junze walked down slowly and showed concern. As a little demon, even at the end of his life, he would suffer like a mortal, which was obviously right.
Not long after Mo Qin left, Yi Junze received a call from an elder of the clan.
"I'm afraid the direction of the future trend is related to this."
I immediately got up from the ground, looked in the direction where the sword had just flown, and then ran away.
Yi Junze: "You are wrong. You showed up alone at that time. I invited you to go with me, but all the dangers along the way seemed to avoid you."
Although they had few skills, these immortals were obviously unprepared. Faced with the pincer attack, the demon clan was unable to resist for a long time and was captured.
The demons have had no way to escape for many years and can only attack with words. "Those evil immortals must die. You will definitely let them go!"
Puff——
As he said this, he stepped on the face of this old demon, showing very little respect.
A group of fairies with ethereal aura and wearing the same uniform are catching a monster. The monster is young and is considered to be many years old.
An elderly man with white hair sat dejectedly at a low table. His lips were pale and his face was bloodless, looking tired and fragile.
The future is not something that has been planned long ago, but is a coincidence when various conditions come together.
That day, the sword encountered a group of robbers again, but it was not a monster robbing another monster, but an immortal robbing a monster.
Yi Junze tried to persuade her to stay, but he was also very busy every day. Seeing that Mo Qin was determined to leave, he didn't say anything else. He just asked her to contact him when she had time and come back if there was a chance.
The swords made by some specialized blacksmiths do not have special markings. Just now, we seemed to see that there was no mark under Mo Qin's body, but we couldn't remember what it was for a moment.
"What did you figure out?"
These immortals were already feeling aggrieved, but after seeing the direction the monster was escaping, they had no choice but to give up.
The old man behind the eyes is an unknown wise man in the demon world. He has little experience but is knowledgeable. He is good at fortune-telling and astrology.
I just didn't guess that at first, but as time went by, I felt more and more that it wasn't the case.
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And what he saw and heard wasn't all beautiful scenery and simple folk customs. In a cursory glance, the young boy could only see silence and a sense of wonder, but the world before him was only a superficial scar.
It's more of a prediction of the future than a divination. Things change so quickly, who can truly predict what will happen in the past?
Then call me over slowly if you have figured out anything.
"You just suffered backlash when you were fortune-telling, so you're in the way."
Yi Junze was slightly startled, "Backlash? It's because..."
Yi Junze hummed a dull "hmm", which was considered as his tacit acceptance of the heavy responsibility placed on my shoulders.
"Cai Jin, you looked so bad. I've seen you somewhere before."
The old man frowned slightly, and I knew he was worried or in pain. I shook my head anxiously, "You haven't calculated anything yet."
I didn't set my sights on the sword, but I succeeded in every case.
Mo Qin did not disappear immediately, but paused in the air for a while, as if threatening or warning.
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