Fushengfang Night Travel Notes

As the white cloth fell, those blood-red eyes appeared, revealing indifference and hatred, followed by Xia Ma's crying and the old man's laughter.

"Half-devil? Heh, interesting boy." The old man spit out these words, and looked at Xia Ziwu with a sense of discrimination.

"Is it okay?" Xia Ziwu's laughter was full of impatience.

"Follow me back to the magic capital."

"No." Xia's mother hugged Xia Ziwu's waist, weeping uncontrollably, she will never forget the bloody experience in the capital city for the rest of her life.

The old man seemed to remember Xia Ma's deception just now, and felt her crying even more irritated at this time, and raised the hand by his side slightly.

Xia Ziwu said coldly: "Take your hand back."

"Why, I promised to go back with the old man." The old man was not annoyed, but withdrew his hand.

Patting Xia Ma on the shoulder, whispered, "I will be back."

"Ziwu..." Xia Ma's eyes were full of despair, how could she go back and forth casually to that place.

"Annoying, let's go." The old man tilted his head and said, but he didn't move. He just grabbed Xia Ziwu and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Xia Ma stared blankly. When she saw Mo Shi yesterday, she guessed it, but she didn't expect him to come back.

The gate of the Fifteenth Demon City is open, and the road to the world will open. Xia Ziwu is standing at the gate of this Demon City at this time, and the tragic memory is like yesterday.

The black copper poles are crossed on the top, and the sharp spears are on both sides, reaching straight into the sky.Xia Ziwu stared at the door with a hint of ferocity. Who would have thought that this demon city was created by the fall of God, and that two spears challenged God's power, but it was beyond self-sufficiency.

"The pride of the demon race." The old man sighed beside him, and walked in while holding Xia Ziwu's hand, but he didn't notice Xia Ziwu's mocking smile.

Passing through this door, you will see a hall. There are only a few people in the hall, but all of them are waiting in full force, watching the old man and bowing their heads slightly.

"Do you know why you are standing here today?" The old man glanced at the people below.

"I don't know what you want to say, old ancestor?" It was a woman who spoke first, her voice raised slightly, with frivolity, Xia Ziwu cast her gaze over, her wine-red curly hair matched her red pupils, making her look extremely charming.

Mo Yi, the oldest, Xia Ziwu would not underestimate her even if she was a woman, let alone this woman is a ruthless character.

But the other few people didn't respond, just doing their own thing.

"You guys of the younger generation are acting idle all day long, what's wrong with you?" the old man frowned and reprimanded.

Mo Yi shrugged and didn't care about the old man's words, he was obviously used to it, but instead focused on Xia Ziwu, smiled, and stretched out his hand to brush the hair beside his ear.

"I've never seen this demon before." As soon as the words fell, the others also looked over.

The old man pushed Xia Ziwu from behind, "Mo Wu, from now on, he belongs to the capital."

Xia Ziwu raised his head and stared at the old man with indifference, adding to his bloodthirsty with his blood red eyes.

"That depends on whether he can survive or not." This time, the person who spoke with a lazy smile curled his lips at Xia Ziwu, with unclear meaning in his eyes.

"Mo Liu, pay attention to the occasion." The old man just mentioned something, but he didn't accuse Mo Liu of anything wrong.

"Mo Shi, this kid has been with you these two days."

Xia Ziwu turned his head and met the man's eyes, Mo Shi...