Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

Tianxing Gate, Qixia Peak, Yinguang Pavilion.

"What a mess." A man in a black cloak sat on the table with his legs crossed without any courtesy, supporting his chin with one hand and looking at the white-haired Yun Zhi with a pitiful attitude.

"I told you not to waste your time. I could have devoured her earlier. Why would you have to endure this torture?"

If a consciousness that is not the dreamer encounters an accident in the dream, it will suffer multiple backlashes without the protection of the dreamer.

Shen Qiao's umbrella pierced his heart directly, and he endured the tearing pain as he wished.

Yun Zhi's face was pale, with large amounts of blood seeping out of his heart. Even if a cultivator above the fourth level had important organs such as the heart damaged, they would not die on the spot because of the spiritual power that sustains them. However, it would take a lot of energy to recover, and the repair process itself was a torture.

"I think I said that you are not allowed to touch her until your plan is completely successful." Yun Zhi stopped the bleeding and looked up at the person sitting at the table with an expressionless face.

"Including deliberate induction."

"Puchi..." Seeing Yun Zhi's angry eyes, the "Black Cloak" suddenly couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Ahh... what a 'deep mentor-disciple relationship' scene! What are you pretending for? Have you forgotten your ultimate goal?"

He jumped down from the table, walked step by step to Yun Zhi, and spoke slowly in a hoarse voice, "Kill Shen Qiao, the wick, and resurrect Xi Yan. Isn't this also the agreement of our cooperation?"

Yun Zhi: "I want her life, not her possession."

The man shrugged nonchalantly, "What difference does it make? She's just a remnant soul. Whether she's possessed by a demon or not doesn't make a difference."

"I don't allow it."

The Black Cloak paused, leaned down, raised his hand and lifted Yun Zhi's chin, "You know what? Given your current state, I can kill you."

Yun Zhi grabbed his wrist with his backhand and sneered, "Then you, kill him."

The "Black Cloak" was silent for a long time, and finally snorted coldly and shook off Yun Zhi's hand that was holding his wrist.

"Yes, you can't die so easily."

"I want to see you despised by everyone, and see your body and soul shattered."

He laughed uncontrollably as he spoke, seemingly regaining his spirits. "Of course, I also hope that you can survive."

"Come with me, like a mouse..."

"Live well."

......

"...Tsk."

Being stared at by a group of people, Shen Qiao felt uncomfortable all over. "What are you looking at?"

Zhang Qiyan looked at Shen Qiao's disguised appearance with an unhappy look on his face and was the first to speak, "Why do you have to make yourself so ugly? This look is really... I can't stand it for the moment."

Such a beautiful face was covered with a large scar, and even one of the eyes is white.

Shen Qiao casually pulled her hair up to cover her fake ears. "The fox tribe values ​​appearance the most. Doesn't it sound more realistic to me, a fox spirit who was driven out of the tribe because of disfigurement and has to come to the demon world to make a living?"

Zhang Qiyan scratched the back of his head, "Tsk...you are too cautious."

Shen Qiao chuckled, "I haven't fully recovered yet, so it's better to keep a low profile."

After saying that, Shen Qiao looked around and found that two people were missing. "Where are Senior Brother and Shang Mian?"

"Oh, they're downstairs. The shop owner's daughter is ill. Shang Mian said he's seen a similar case before, and now my senior brother is accompanying her to see a patient."

Can he also treat the diseases of the demon race? Shang Mian has learned a lot from following the Immortal Lord Zelan in the past three years.

"Where's your boss? Call him out!"

"Hey hey hey! Here I come! Oh, isn't this the Demon Officer? You came so suddenly, and our inn is not prepared."

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm here to ask you something serious!"

A shout from downstairs alerted the people in the room. Li Yue, who was leaning against the door, subconsciously leaned against it and listened for a few words, then frowned.

"This demon is here to look for someone, and is searching from the bottom up."

"Who are you looking for?"

Li Yue shook his head, "I don't know."

A small, dark-skinned demon ignored the shopkeeper's attempts to stop him and opened the door to the inner room. He looked at a man and a woman sitting and standing inside and pointed his spear at them. "Hey! You two! What are you doing hiding in there?!"

Shang Mian was writing a prescription. When he heard this question, he looked up at the demon.

"What's with that expression on your face?!" The little devil immediately became unhappy.

Shang Mian looked it up and down, and suddenly snorted with laughter, "I'm laughing at your weakness."

The little devil was stunned for a moment, then his face turned pale and he was about to get angry.

"What's wrong? What's going on here?"

Another demon followed in. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the little demon lying on the bed in the room. He waved his hand with a hint of disdain, "What are you doing?"

Mu Jiu took over and replied: "We are demon doctors."

"Demon doctor?" The demon who came in later frowned and looked them over. "How do you prove you're doctors? Don't think you can get away with just writing a random prescription!"

The shop owner, who heard the commotion outside, quickly came over to smooth things over. "Hey, I hired these two to treat my little girl. I can guarantee it! They are indeed doctors."

"Really?" The demon didn't even look at the shop owner, clearly still unconvinced. So he turned his attention to the little demon that had entered first, "Hey, what happened to you just now? What were you doing?"

The little devil's face turned pale with guilt as he stammered, "No...nothing, they are indeed doctors."

As he spoke, he glared at Shang Mian, who had just spoken to him, with a somewhat threatening look in his eyes.

Oh, you still have some dignity.

The demon couldn't help laughing when he saw the pale face of the little demon. He turned his gaze to Shang Mian and said, "I still don't believe it. I want to see what you two can tell me."

"You have a problem too." Shang Mian said bluntly, "You have 'loose bones' syndrome. Your left leg was transplanted from another member of your tribe, right? Why doesn't it obey your commands sometimes?"

The demon was silent for a moment. He closed the door slightly with his backhand, cleared his throat, and asked, "Ahem, in your opinion... is there any cure for my condition?"

"Yes, of course." Shang Mian smiled. "When you go to the Ten Thousand Demons Pit, be careful. You must find fresh limbs from the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. Find the remains of a succubus that has been dead for less than a year and use them as a replacement. I guarantee it will be more flexible than the one you have now."

"Are you telling the truth?"

Shang Mian nodded, "Absolutely true."

"Okay!" The demon waved his hand, "There's no problem here, let's go."

Before leaving, he turned around and glanced at Shang Mian, "You'd better not be lying to me, otherwise I will definitely come back to catch you!"

Shang Mian smiled and said nothing, watching the owner send the two demons away.

Mu Jiu seemed to be thinking, "It will take at least half a month to go back and forth from here to the Ten Thousand Demons Pit."

"You lied to him?"