The three demons present looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Aren't pills something that only cultivators can use? When we demons are injured, we either eat other demons to regain our cultivation, or we go to the place with the densest demonic energy to absorb demonic energy to heal our wounds, just like we do."
After the faint golden mist of the pill fell, his injuries were mostly healed, and some of the demonic power that had been torn away by the other two demons was also restored.
In short, this is a miracle that their demon realm has never seen before!
Lin Kong's gaze was too intense, so Wan Qiji silently drew his sword to block his view of Song Tingwan.
"Grandpa."
He called out in a deep voice, his eyes filled with a hidden wariness.
Blood ties are indeed hard to ignore, but his friends are more important to him than his maternal grandfather, whom he only met once.
Lin Kong was stunned for a moment, then realized what he had done and laughed, "Sorry, everyone, I got a little carried away and didn't know my limits."
He was in the Foundation Establishment stage, holding a seventh-grade pill in his hand, and a Mahayana-stage ghost cultivator protecting him from the side.
Whether considering his conscience or his gratitude, he should not have coveted it.
After pondering for a moment, Lin Kong suppressed his fervent desire.
After calming down, he exhaled, solemnly pulled his grandson aside, and thanked Song Tingwan.
"Thank you so much, Miss Wan'er, for saving my life. According to the rules of our Demon Realm, I will be at your beck and call from now on."
Upon seeing this, the two demons beside him bowed down together, saying, "We are at Miss Wan'er's beck and call."
Song Siyao and the others moved to the sides beside Song Tingwan, avoiding her deep bow.
Song Tingwan and Ling did not move aside, and Ling's ghostly aura floated beside her.
Song Tingwan did not reach out to help.
She simply smiled and said, "You are Aji's maternal grandfather, you are too kind. However, I hope that Your Majesty will continue to protect the good and virtuous, for demonic energy is pure."
This matter originated in Linkong.
Ayao and the others gave it their all so they could live with a clear conscience.
It cost her one Rank 7 pill and countless Rank 8 pills.
She didn't care.
But I don't want the other party to forget the cause and effect.
She had seen the fervent gazes she had just received.
Human nature is complex, and so is the devil.
Some people have their own selfish interests.
It is easy to do evil, but difficult to maintain goodness.
Song Tingwan smiled gently and reached out to help the old man up.
“Spiritual energy is generated from all things in the world, and so is demonic energy. It is neither good nor evil. Spiritual plants can be used to refine pills, so why can't the demon realm do the same?”
She left it at that; if the Demon King were interested, he would find someone to interfere.
Once she finds the remaining two ingredients, perhaps she can lend a hand in her spare time.
Lin Kong's eyes lit up, and he thanked him again.
This time, I thanked her for reminding me and for making me retract my wrong thoughts.
“I won’t die anytime soon; I can hold on for a few hundred more years. You should leave quickly. A demon king has died, the demon bell is ringing, and the demon lord will send people after us. I’m afraid my dear friend, who is much older than me, might be sent after us—”
The group nodded in agreement and decided to part ways.
The Demon Realm is not my territory after all; it's best to run away as soon as possible.
Song Tingwan recalled the Demon King's eerie smile after he was pricked by Qian Si.
He must have his eye on her.
At that time, her divine weapon attacked his heart, and A Yao also slashed his back. I'm afraid he will face a lot of retaliation from the demons in the future.
"Then farewell." She smiled gently, also looking forward to what kind of changes this kind-hearted old man would bring to the demon realm in the future.
Just as Chu Alai was about to open his domain and create space, a group of people suddenly appeared before him like ghosts.
"Brother Lin Kong, where are we taking him?"
A demon-binding rope also came at the sound.
It's excellent at binding demons, and it's also good at binding cultivators.
Song Tingwan and the others were tied together again, and everyone was feeling quite tired.
Don't these demons let people rest?
But that fight was really exhilarating.
Still wanting more.
With Zero shielding them from fatal wounds and Song Tingwan's medicinal pills as a backup, they fell and rose again, falling and continuing to rise. Everyone gained new insights to varying degrees.
This kind of fearless, no-holds-barred fighting is exhilarating!
Even Song Tingqi and other members of the Yunyin clan were taken aback.
Song Tingwan, however, looked at the ghostly aura beside her with some concern.
Can we beat them?
The ghost nodded, then shook its head.
He whispered back, "I can defeat the one who comes, but with Lin Kong and that spatial demon combined, I can't protect you, but I can escape myself."
Song Tingwan: ...
A very honest answer.
Ghost cultivators are masters of escaping!
I'm a little envious of you ghost cultivators.
"Still chatting? You killed one of the four Demon Kings of our Demon Realm, and you think you can just leave so easily?" Liu Muyu chuckled lazily upon hearing Ling Weiwei's voice.
Why.
Song Tingwan glanced sideways in confusion; the voice sounded somewhat familiar.
The soft couch was carefully carried by four demons, while another demon held a plate of fruit beside it.
The proud young man rose slightly, and the demon who had thrown the demon-binding rope thoughtfully placed a soft pillow under his head.
Lin Kong stepped forward, exasperated. "Mu Yu, they are all guests I invited. They have nothing to do with this matter. I killed the demon."
On the soft couch, Liu Muyu leaned casually against the soft pillows, and gave a rather childish hum on his handsome face.
"Brother Lin Kong, to be honest, I don't want to get involved either, but the Demon Lord sent me, so you can't make things difficult for me. You're about to die, so please don't—"
They protected them.
"Oh, your injury is healed."
Liu Muyu sat up straight instantly, his loose clothes revealing his lean chest, and the boyish-looking demon suddenly looked at the group of people next to him.
The dozen or so people were tied up tightly. Ling used his ghostly energy to cut the ropes once, but the other party tied them up again in the next instant.
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