Author: Feixiao

Three hours later.

The sunset fell in the desert, and the rising wind and sand were a little confused.

But ahead is no longer endless yellow sand, and green is growing on the roadside.

Fang Qingya was excited: "Have we arrived?"

In front of me was a village, with a little quaint and a little simplified house, and unmodified dirt roads. The low-level demon race was passed by, and the characteristics of the beast race that were incompletely transformed were still preserved on them.

Is this Yaobei?

It is impossible. Although Yaobei is a general term, Yaobei City is the capital.

This place must be a small village on the edge of the demon clan in the northwest.

These demons did not respond when they saw strangers coming to the village.

Chu is a little strange this year. As a must-have business road to Yaobei, why does this place look so... dilapidated.

At least we should do some small business and not be so poor. Could it be that the demon clan here likes such a simple and simple life?

If this is the case, how could these people's expressions be so bitter and grudged?

Chengfeng called a passerby and asked for directions: "Aunt, is this Yaobei?"

The middle-aged woman who was pulled up looked up strangely and glanced at her: "No, go straight forward."

After saying that, he bypassed them and walked quickly, obviously he didn't want to say more.

"It's so strange." Fang Qingya touched his chin, "The residents of our commercial road are all very hospitable, and there are all kinds of shops doing business on several streets."

Su Yao was also puzzled: "Maybe... the demon clan in Yaobei hates human clans more."

"Forget it, let's keep moving forward."

———

Yaobei City.

The red walls are red, the guards are tightly guarded, and the blood-red flags are blown by the wind in the night.

In the palace.

The older demon king sat on the step, squinted his eyes, and listened quietly to the man's report below the steps.

He has lived for too long, but his cultivation level cannot be further improved. He has been stuck in the middle stage of tribulation. Not to mention breaking through to the Mahayana, he will soon be about to reach his life.

"Father, the lifespan of the residents of Yongye City is here."

After Wen Renjing finished speaking, a palace servant immediately walked up with a tray.

Inside the tray is a bright red heart, the size of a palm, and it is still beating.

Compared to the dates that have just been picked, this heart that is several times larger has been refined to provide purer vitality and longevity.

The demon king raised his eyelids and glanced: "Yes."

The palace servant placed the tray on the desk in front of him and stepped back.

"Too few." After a while, the Demon King spoke, "Anyway, those people are just small minions, so it's nothing to absorb more of their vitality."

"Next time, I don't want to see only this little."

Wen Renjing felt an invisible pressure shrouded in her. She bowed her head respectfully, and her drooping eyelashes covered her eyes, leaving a deep shadow: "Yes."

The demon king then closed his eyes with satisfaction: "Go down."

"Yes." Wen Renjing withdrew.

Wen Yan walked out of the hall, left the palace gate, stood under the high palace wall, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Master, will you increase your eternal night city according to the king's words..."

Wen Renjing raised his hand and interrupted him: "No, he has lived long enough."

He smiled: "No matter what it is, after living for a long time, he becomes confused."

"Yes, my subordinates obey the order."
Chapter completed!