The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Kuang Langsheng ruffled his hair. He also wanted to have a good sleep, but the pain in his body felt like thousands of ants were biting him, tormenting his body and mind all the time.

It’s really... so itchy!!!

Maybe there is a way to prolong his life.

Maybe I have experienced too much and have become numb.

If it was just a simple feeling of pain, Kuang Langsheng wouldn't care at all.

But my whole body is sending out signals of pain.

It was as if the nerves were screaming, hot and itchy.

Even though Kuang Langsheng was patient and tried to endure this feeling, the human heart is not made of stone. Sometimes he would get so annoyed that he would scratch his ears and cheeks and roll on the ground in pain.

However, Kuang Langsheng would only choose to bear these silently when no one was around.

In a nutshell, Kuang Langsheng is now a lonely man, and he can only swallow his anger, because only in this way... can he live up to the title of the Demon of the Western Regions!

Lao Ba was holding a self-made sand painting board. As the name suggests, the bottom was covered with yellow sand and it was a wooden frame that could be written on with fingers. He pointed to the three big words "Dark Magic Hall" written neatly on the board, raised his chin to Chong Kuanglangsheng, and asked with his eyes: Do you know him?

Kuang Langsheng shook his head hesitantly.

Lao Ba loosened the fixed inner plate at the back, shook the yellow sand evenly back into place, quickly scratched the sand with his fingers, wrote two clear big characters "Young Master", and propped up the inner plate to fix it.

Then put it in front of Kuang Langsheng and continue to gesture.

However, Kuang Langsheng still shook his head absentmindedly.

Seeing this, Lao Ba couldn't help but frown, thinking that this shouldn't be the case. In order to survive in this world, he spent a lot of time learning the local language.

When doing business, I also rely on this to communicate...

Does this guy really know nothing?

But even if you know nothing, you won't be like a fool and just shake your head...

"Still pretending."

Xi Zhaozhao acted in a threatening manner.

"You said yourself that the so-called 'young master' has shown you great kindness. Now that you have fallen into our hands, we advise you to confess and tell us everything you need to say, otherwise..."

She made a gesture of wiping her neck viciously.

Seeing this, Lao Ba was speechless again.

I give up. He wasn't like this the last time I saw him. Who did he learn this from?

"What are you asking?"

"Didn't my senior brother ask you just now?!"

"Did he speak?"

"You have eyes on your butt, do you have to take the initiative to say it?"

"The key is what you don't say..."

Kuang Langsheng was in a complicated mood: "I can't read either!"

Lao Ba/Xi Zhaozhao: ······

I really blamed this guy wrongly.

It's really funny. How could a dignified demon from the Western Regions be illiterate?

"Wait, are you asking me about the Young Master?"

Kuang Langsheng suddenly realized what was happening, and his expression changed suddenly. "Impossible! The young master has been so kind to me, even if I die, I won't tell you!"

After half an incense stick of time.

Kuang Langsheng was kneeling on the ground with his hands and feet tied. His face was swollen like a pig's head. His voice was weak and he said with a sausage-like pout, "That's all I know. Normally, the young master won't take the initiative to look for me. Only when he needs me will he send someone to secretly inform me to meet at the agreed place."

"Shouldn't it have been done earlier? Don't accept the toast... accept the iron fist!"

Xi Zhaozhao waved her hand, and for a moment, the iron puppet who was responsible for beating Kuang Langsheng retreated behind her with a "thump thump", like a loyal guard.

"Yes, yes, you are right, it's all my fault..."

Having become a prisoner, Kuang Langsheng dared not act rashly any more. As the old saying goes, he who knows the times is a hero. Wasn't he, the Demon from the Western Region, also a hero?

Lao Ba covered his chin, looking thoughtful.

According to Kuang Langsheng, his former master was the young master of the Black Demon Hall, one of the twelve halls of the Blood Alliance.

It was really like searching for clues everywhere but finding them, but the clues actually came to my door.

Five years...five full years!

After nearly two thousand days and nights, our hard work paid off and we finally found a clue!

There is a secret that has been hidden in Lao Ba's heart for many years.

In fact, he is not a local!

Of course, the local here does not refer to the Western Heaven Realm, the Eastern God Realm, or even the vast Five Realms. Lao Ba comes from another country outside the beautiful starry sky.

As for why I came here...

Lao Ba clearly remembered that he had died on the battlefield filled with trumpets and killings, but when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was an unfamiliar environment.

He also changed from an adult appearance to that of a child.

The language is different, the customs are different...

Everything is so strange.

In the past, Lao Ba tried countless ways to return to his hometown, but no matter how hard he tried, even if he committed suicide by taking poison...

In the end, it never works as planned...

Gradually, until Lao Ba finally let go and was ready to accept his fate.

Once in Xiaoyao Tower, he noticed...

There was a familiar, yet extremely evil aura that also appeared here!

At first, Lao Ba thought it was just an illusion, but after seeing it appear once or twice, he was convinced that there must be minions of the devil here!

If the facts are really as Lao Ba imagined.

Then the meaning of his coming here, and even his mission, became clear.

It takes more than just a fantasy to dispel the darkness...it takes fire!

"What you did to me... so, so hot..."

"be honest!"

Late at night, in a small blacksmith shop.

The mad wolf's face turned red, and he rolled on the ground like a maggot, grinning.

Xi Zhaozhao stood by with his arms folded across his chest, watching coldly and occasionally scolding.

Lao Ba waited patiently until Kuang Langsheng's complexion improved slightly, then he forcibly pulled him over again.

An orange halo slowly emerged from his right palm, illuminating a small area of ​​darkness, sacred and solemn.

Just like the Fire Cloud Palm, regardless of Kuang Langsheng's struggle, he suddenly pressed on his back.

"Chi--" Kuang Langsheng uncontrollably spit out a mouthful of black blood, and his internal organs felt as if they were burning in fire, causing him extreme pain.

But it was that expression of pain, with a hint of enjoyment, that made Lao Ba feel speechless.

If it weren't for the fact that Kuang Langsheng was still very useful, Lao Ba really wanted to throw this "burnt guy" out the door...

As Lao Ba finished his training, the purple color on Kuang Langsheng's skin faded a lot.

Xi Zhaozhao stepped forward and said, "Okay, you won't die, but everything has a price. From now on, you must completely obey my brother's instructions and lure out the young master of the Black Demon Hall, otherwise..."

She held a red bean paste bun in her hand and squeezed it hard until it dented in front of Kuang Langsheng.

He turned around and threw it into the furnace.

Soon the red bean paste buns were burned to ashes.

"This is your final fate!"

Lao Ba:...

So, why throw away his midnight snack...