Lu Haotian brought Lu Mengmeng to find Huo Xiao.
Huo Xiao immediately came out to greet him personally.
Just kidding, one of these two is an ancestor.
One is someone who takes care of their ancestors, and is someone they currently want to win over.
None of them can be neglected.
Upon seeing Huo Xiao, Lu Mengmeng took out the storage tool that Huo Xiao had just given her, which was still warm from being stored away.
He waved it in his hand.
"Didn't you say this thing could store the magic of fairies?"
"Mengmeng, come try these big clumps of mud. Can we put them away?"
Huo Xiao, who was still using magic to devour the demonic energy in the mudslide, was stunned upon hearing this.
He frowned and said, "Theoretically speaking, this thing can only collect the magical essence of monsters."
You know that losing your demonic power is relatively easy to recover, but losing your demonic essence is almost impossible to recover.
Even if it's just a fraction of the origin.
No matter how much you nurture it afterward, the lost one-tenth of its original essence can never be restored.
This mudslide is likely a matter of numerology, not the origin of magic.
The implication is that it probably won't work.
Huo Xiao hoped that this was the origin of magic, so that they could directly reap the benefits.
Unfortunately, no.
Looking at the towering mudslide not far away, Lu Mengmeng felt that even the power of a great demon might not be able to reach this level.
His face practically screamed, "If you don't want this, you're wasting money."
With a troubled expression, he asked, "Then why doesn't your Demon Management Bureau research something that can collect demon magic?"
If you can research and develop that kind of thing, you can also become rich by hiring fairies to perform spells for you.
We will never be this poor again!
They're so poor they're even complaining about being broke like a demon beast. Are these human kids in the Demon Management Bureau really that incompetent?
Huo Xiao was helpless.
"Whether it's research or the cultivation of demon-binding people who are skilled in weapon crafting, all of them require resources."
This is a paradox in itself.
As Lu Haotian listened to his sophistry, he thought to himself that it was indeed a paradox.
Without money, you can't nurture talent; without talent, you can't create good products; and without good products, you can't make money.
It's a complete cycle of poverty and procrastination, no doubt about it.
Lu Mengmeng stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Hasn't your Demon Management Bureau been established for thousands of years?"
Even if each of the little cubs who go to work donated one yuan, they could have saved up quite a bit by now, right?
How could they be so poor?
The fact that the Demon Management Bureau was so poor shocked even the Pixiu, who had never lacked money in his entire life.
No matter how you listen to it, it seems like what the young Huo family kid meant by saying this was: I'm poor, so I'm right. I don't have money to do things, so I'll just drag it out until the whole thing falls apart.
In the end, it was all over; we were completely broke!
He's a complete unmotivated class representative.
Where have they used all the wealth she brought them over the years?
He immediately ignored this hopeless case and changed the subject, asking, "This earth magic is amazing."
This doesn't look like the spells that the corpse demon from before could cast!
Huo Xiao nodded solemnly.
"That's right, this place was originally an ancient battlefield."
Countless people and beasts died here, which is why corpse demons were created.
If I'm not mistaken.
This spell must be a magical power left behind by some powerful being from ancient times.
It was not activated at the time due to other purposes such as ambushes.
As a result, the corpse demon discovered it by chance.
"Upon encountering you today, she felt certain of her death, so she detonated this spell, intending to take everyone here with her."
Lu Mengmeng blinked. She had never lived in the ancient times of this world and didn't know much about the ancient times of this world.
Watching the endless mudslide pounding wildly like a runaway beast, the barrier that hundreds of demon-binding experts had erected together stood out.
Even though she was just a little cub in ancient times, she could clearly tell that this spell was no ordinary one.
To be able to wield such magical power in ancient times, one could only be a monster from her ancestor's generation.
I used to want to find something to protect my tiny baby, but I didn't know how to find it for him.
Now that they have something that can seal the origin of magic, they are told that such a powerful spell is not the origin of magic.
This picture of Lu Mengmeng evokes the feeling of having longed for an ice cream cone for months, only to discover upon receiving it that it's not ice cream but plastic – a truly disheartening experience.
Lu Mengmeng looked at the mudslides with a particularly aggrieved expression.
He exuded a deep sadness.
Seeing Lu Mengmeng like this, everyone in the Demon Management Bureau couldn't help but feel sorry for her.
Look how worried this great demon is.
The female demon was overflowing with maternal love and felt sorry for her.
After listening for so long, Lu Haotian roughly understood what was going on.
It's likely that the Bureau of Demon Management gave their little demon something that could contain the essence of magic.
Now the little fairy has her eye on this earth-based spell.
However, the items that could be stored could not be stored because this spell was not the origin of magic.
Lu Haotian found it somewhat amusing to see Lu Mengmeng looking so wronged.
He gently patted his little devil's head and comforted her, "Want some snow cake?"
Lu Mengmeng's listless expression instantly snapped back to reality, and she excitedly raised her hands.
"Mengmeng wants to eat!"
Everyone in the Demon Management Bureau: ...
Give us back the feelings we invested!!!
Lu Mengmeng received the rice crackers and skillfully tore open the bag.
They started eating with gusto.
Still somewhat unwilling to give up, she turned to Huo Xiao and asked, "Is it okay as long as it's the origin of magic? Is any amount acceptable?"
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