Author: Going to Winter

On the other side, Ifomie almost stared at him - his bloodshot eyes looked more bulging than usual.

His two cow-like lips trembled back and forth, as if he wanted to laugh but was trying his best to hold it back.

"The right place? The right place?" He stretched his neck and asked repeatedly.

I don't understand what's so funny about this.

"Or you would like to follow me. I can give you several research directions and topics, yes. That's what we call them."

He suddenly thought of something and said smoothly: "We have several guys who can do research together, and you will get twice the result with half the effort. This trinity change is really stupid. I have a better idea..."

His words were interrupted by a sneer.

"Let me tell you what the right place is."

Black smoke exploded next to Ifomie, and the next second he appeared in another place two hundred feet away. In Yicha's energy field of vision, the prisms that reflected the fragments of his body seemed to be twisting at the same time.

to another place——

So he simply appeared there.

Ifomie appeared next to Dankarabi. He became as tall as a normal demon, but his appearance was weird and he was much stronger.

The Grand Duke of Hell pinched the dean's neck and lifted him up.

"Uh-huh-"

The weak patriarch was completely unable to contend with the great demon second only to Beelzebub, and he was picking at Ifmed's fingers in vain.

"Let go." Yicha frowned slightly.

I will change into these guys later. I promised them, he thought.

"The right place is..." Ifomie was about to twist Shan Karabi's neck, but Yicha had already rushed over, and the Yintie long knife drew a long line of fleeting black fireworks towards Ifomie's shoulder.

Cut through.

The bull-headed demon retreated to one side, and the leader was thrown down. Several members of the cult who reacted quickly flew down to catch him.

Karabi Shan coughed twice and waved his hands. He was fine.

"You're so ridiculous," Ivomit said to Yicha.

He did smile sarcastically this time.

"You are wrong." He paused, as if he had something to say but swallowed it back, "Kill me if you can."

"I don't want to kill you." Yi Cha quickly added, "My talent should be used in the right place. I hope you can figure this out as soon as possible."

The smile on Ifomie's face disappeared.

The low-level demons all over the ground and sky were either confused or at a loss, and some began to whisper to each other.

"How old are you?" Ifomie suddenly asked.

"Maybe almost four thousand years old."

Yi Cha unexpectedly discovered that he really couldn't remember how old he was. Things like age were too insignificant compared to other important knowledge.

"Four thousand years old. Four thousand years old." One side of Yi Fomie's lips parted upward, revealing his burnt yellow fangs, "Four thousand years old, don't you understand that if you don't kill others, others will kill you?"

Before he finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, he had strangely teleported in front of Yi Cha. The cone of destruction and destruction stabbed his throat.

The demons from three corps roared with excitement. The demons from one religious sect gasped.

With his right hand holding the knife, Yi Cha slashed upwards, and the tip of the scarlet spear was cut off smoothly by him - but it quickly condensed again. He didn't know how strong his body was now, so for safety, he tilted one wing to one side to dodge.

.

At the same time, he stirred dreamy energy with his left hand.

A group of thin and soft light blue tentacles sprouted and grew rapidly in his palm like spring grass, and dewdrop-like suckers formed on the grass blades.

He slapped the palm of his hand with the light blue tentacles under Ifomie's temple.

Destruction burst.

Ifomie raised up corrosive black smoke, and the thick black claws on his right hand blocked it like lightning to check his left hand.

The fragmented destructive energy of the mirror collided with the order energy of the original fallen angel, and condensed into gray-white material particles the size of gravel, rustling down.

Ifomie's reaction was really fast. He basically blocked this sudden blow.

Basic.

The soft, slender light blue tentacles passed through his fingers and curled forward.

They turned flexibly, passed through the thick barbed bristles, and stuck to Ifomie's temple.

He said I was wrong. Think about it. He remembers this kind of thing especially well.

If you make a mistake, you must correct it.

Ifomie's bloodshot protruding eyes froze and his movements stopped.

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The body sinks.

This body has never been so heavy.

Ifomie felt like he was dreaming.

No.

He was pretty sure he was dreaming.

Because he saw his wife again.

"Aha!"

She jumped out of the shadows of the cave, making that familiar grimace, something ugly sticking to his face.

He should have been shocked, but he wasn't.

He stared at his wife in silence.

The bright blue feathers of the harpy are neat and bright. Her face is twisted into a strange shape to match the grimace, but her breathtaking light purple eyes are full of bright and mischievous light.

He looked at the thing in her hand.

A bright purple, ugly bird egg with black spots.

"Solena," he said, feeling unfamiliar with the sound of his own voice.

"Tch, it's boring. I can't even scare you." Solena turned around briskly. She used the tip of one of her wings to lift the bright purple egg and spin it, "Her name is Hikis. Do you have any objections?"

?"

He breathed out softly, "No."

"Very well-behaved, very well-behaved." Solena smiled and said, "Let me tell you good news. The elders of my tribe came to inform me today that it's time for us to move."

Good news. Ifomie knows what this word means in Solena's mouth.

He pulled her other wing hard, and sure enough, there was blood and a bandaged wound hidden under the thick feathers.

"Hey! Hey! Stop dragging me!" Solena swayed and quickly held the bird egg in her arms, "Otherwise, I will have daughter's egg cake for dinner. Do you want to eat daughter's egg cake?"

"They dare to bully you..." It was obviously a dream, but the anger he felt was so real.

"Bullying? What bullying?"

Solena flexibly took out her wings from his hand and flew to a branch stretched above the cave, "We don't use such words. We fairies talk about pranks. We must play pranks while we are alive. Don't be pitiful! Ass.

Mond! That makes it easier for you to get pranked."

This is bullying, he thought.

He should really kill them all. All those who bullied her, laughed at her, and ostracized her. "Oh, oh, don't be so shameless." Solena would definitely say this. She is a goblin, and that's what goblins are like.

And he may not be able to defeat them.

"Okay." He heard himself give in. "Where are we going?"

"Oh, Asmodeus, don't you have any ideas of your own?" Solena made that cute chirping sound.

"No."

"Oh~ That's right, that's right. Ten points for Asmodeus." She happily tossed the eggs over her head with one wing. "What a coincidence, I happened to have already thought about it. Let's go

The Prime Material Plane."

"There are all lower creatures there," he said.

"Ah. Sorry. Sorry. I forgot that our Asmodeus is a wandering demon with high-level interests." Solena chuckled, "Okay. You can complain on the road. I have a big plan."

"what's the plan?"

Solena's bright blue feathers blurred in his eyes. The dream closed the door as livid as death in front of his eyes.
Chapter completed!