Chapter 1914 White Fox (49)
The group of elders who were so worried that they hadn't discussed a countermeasure didn't react immediately.
They didn't notice until a disciple hurried over with a compass and interrupted their discussion.
Yan Yu seems to have left.
The gloomy cold air seemed to dissipate in the blink of an eye.
Return to normal temperature.
The elders who originally thought that there might be a big battle looked at each other and looked at each other.
"this…"
"Does Yan Yu not want to fight?"
"Has he changed his mind?"
"Could it be possible that he has been in seclusion for a while, and his skills have greatly decreased?"
There are various guesses, but I just don't know which one is the reason.
Che Yungong was worried, so he released a psychic talisman to investigate.
Soon, the psychic charm flew back.
Che Yungong took the talisman paper with a strange expression on his face.
"He really left."
this-
According to Yan Yu's bad temper, it shouldn't be...
Why is this?
It's really puzzling.
The elders found it hard to understand.
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The demon world.
Gate of demon spirits.
All kinds of ghosts come and go, queuing to pass through.
The horizontal and vertical gates in the center are blocked by barriers, and every time one passes through, the barriers will fluctuate a few times like the surface of water.
Make a gurgling sound.
shows that it is the demon that enters, not other things that should not enter.
The demon guards were all sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked, with dead faces, holding weapons and standing in front of the gate.
Check the ID card, pass, next.
Boring as hell.
Today's errand is the spider spirit.
He took the tiger spirit's ID card in front of him, glanced at it, "passed."
Like a machine without strength, it has no emotion at all.
Tiger Jing took back the identity card, and soon walked into the enchantment.
Without any surprise, the enchantment grunted.
to show that he is a monster.
Next person.
The identity card was handed out, and it was a clean and white hand.
Fine and soft, the fingers are like onion roots, and the fingertips are beautiful peach pink.
There is a pleasant fragrance on the body, light and not heavy.
But it is very fascinating.
Can't help but daydream.
The spider spirit raised his head and glanced at the monster in front of him.
Oh, vixen.
No wonder.
His eyes fell on her pure white cloak.
I couldn't help but feel a wave in my heart, and almost wanted to say something to tease me.
But fortunately, he still remembered that recently there was a regulation from above that molesting vixens is not allowed.
If discovered, they will be punished directly with the most severe demon punishment.
Although I don't know why, I still remember the rules.
Spider Spirit had no expression on his face, and his reaction was flat, and he returned the ID card to her.
"One identity card can only pass one demon, those without an identity card can go to the side to register, and two demons cannot pass through the enchantment at the same time."
His tone was still emotionless, routine.
The veiled vixen blinked with beautiful and provocative peach blossom eyes.
Put away the ID card, she pointed in the direction over there, and said kindly in a soft voice: "They said that there is no need to register, we can go directly."
Spider Spirit frowned and looked over, "How can this be—"
I see this moment, the registration office.
His poor old partner, holding his head, was shaking.
I can't wait to huddle in the corner, spin silk, spin silk crazily.
To entangle yourself and hide completely.
Facing the sight of the spider spirit, the frightened old partner gestured frantically.
Signal him not to block! Don't block!
That's—that's—
(end of this chapter)