The sound of chewing human bones floated over again.

"Bastard!" the goatee roared into the forest in the distance, "why don't you kill us all at once!"

Xiang Nan took a sip of wine and said, "Because it likes to eat fresh." ”

Goatee clenched his fist at Xiang Nan and pleaded: "Senior, I know that I am wrong, I don't dare to be greedy anymore, please help us." ”

Xiang Nan sighed and said, "I often help others, but I haven't ended up a few times. ”

"But...... Well, we met in the water, but if I want to watch you being slaughtered, I can't bear it. ”

As he spoke, Xiang Nan picked up a small pebble and held it in his hand, but he didn't make a move immediately.

After a few seconds, he suddenly sent the pebble south-east, six meters above the ground.

The goatee and his party hurriedly slashed out their swords, but their number had already decayed to twenty-six, and the power of the combined swords had decreased.

The beast slammed into the sword with unmistakable accuracy, but this time it was pushed out instead of being bounced out.

The goatee was shocked and angry, he was annoyed, and yelled at Xiang Nan: "Since you want to help, why don't you just come and help us kill this fierce beast!"

Xiang Nan laughed self-deprecatingly, drank wine with the wine jar, and ignored them anymore.

The goatee said angrily: "You obviously deliberately want to wait for us to die, so that we can search to see if there are any Holy Spirit Stones in our vows!"

At this moment, in the distant sky, on a bent treetop, there was a faint man's voice.

"Little brother, I think you really helped the wrong people, these people don't deserve to be saved by you at all, instead of being grateful to you, they beat you up and slandered you. ”

In the midst of the words, among the trees that bent down one after another, few people were really lucky enough to see it. ”

"My Northern Demon Clan admires that chivalrous wind very much, and I try to contact humans with infinite longing, but in exchange, I am disappointed again and again. ”

"Our feelings about human beings (情qíng) go from longing and yearning to seeing through and disappointed, and finally to contempt and ridicule. ”

Xiang Nan was silent.

The beautiful man pointed at Xiang Nan and said, "But I saw this ancient style on the little brother (body shēn), what is it called?"

A beautiful woman whispered in the man's ear, "Virtue." ”

"Yes, yes, virtue!" the beautiful man slapped the fan in his hand and said, "It's virtue!"

"Little brother, I don't smell your wine very delicious, can you appreciate your face, how about drinking my jar?"

As he spoke, the beautiful man threw Xiang Nan a wine jar.

Xiang Nan caught it with one hand, took a big sip on his neck, and praised: "Good wine!

The beautiful man's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "Brother (love ài) drink, that's the best." ”

He bowed to Xiang Nan with his fists and said, "I love my brother's character (sex xìng), I don't know if I want to appreciate my face and come to our city for a gathering." ”

The demon race and the human race have been tied for many years, and the feelings (feelings qíng) between each other are also very complicated.

At the beginning, all the demon clans who had never seen the human race learned about the human race from ancient documents, and they were fascinated and longed for the chivalrous wind of human beings, and always imagined that there was such a group of warriors in white clothes like snow in the human world, coming and going like the wind.

These people regard morality more than life, and reputation more than freedom.

It's just that only human beings know best what human beings themselves are like.

Those demon clans full of longing, with an almost pilgrimage-like heart (情qíng), went to contact humans, but because of this, they discovered all kinds of ugly faces of human beings.

After the initial dream was shattered, it was replaced by the anger of loss.

Chen Hengjun that Xiang Nan met in the Western Regions was such a demon clan, but he was a little different, although his yearning for human beings had been completely shattered, he was willing to be such a person himself.

He is the man who carried the wine vat to Feiyun Temple and was bent on dying, just to go to the appointment.

Xiang Nan didn't expect that in this kind of place, he would encounter the guild of the demon clan, but after listening to the demon clan's self-report, he knew that they were not from the Six Emperors World.

The Northern Demon Clan is a relatively unfamiliar branch of the Demon Clan, and I don't know which plane it comes from.

At this time, Xiang Nan's progress in absorbing beetles was only the last hour.

Before Xiang Nan could answer, there was a faint sound of flute in the jungle in the distance.

The sound of the flute was suddenly high and sharp, and suddenly low and tactful, high and high, like a buzzing arrow soaring into the sky, and low in the low place like a small fish burrowing into the mire.

But more often than not, the sound of this flute is light and spirited, like a lark jumping around.

The person who blows the flute doesn't have a very bright way to appear, he comes.

In the fallen leaves in the dense forest, only the rustling of his footsteps could be heard.

The beautiful man and the enchantress were immediately immersed in the beautiful sound of the flute, and the beautiful man even slapped his palm on his hand without permission (forbidden jìn), subconsciously beating the beat.

It's just that when the footsteps approached, the sound of the flute suddenly changed.

(End of chapter)