Regardless of his life, it is my thing to get angry.

Wei Yan smiled on his face, and he had no idea of ​​giving things in his heart. The blood of this Dapeng golden -winged bird could only exist in items related to it.

Move it into the gold chain pendant.

This pendant is the task of the contest, involving the confrontation between the east and west areas, even if the hostel has a very preferential treatment. Wei Yan is to beware of the***strong grab.

Why is it the host of the hostel? You shouldn't grab things. Although the Eagle Piston first signed a contract with the hostel, the Eagle Flute was sacrificed by his ability.

It stands to reason that this eagle flute person should be his talent.

He takes a bloodline now, which is too shameless to grab.

【Oh】

On the high altitude, there seems to be a laugh that only he can hear, meaning unknown.

Wei Yan didn't change his face, and he didn't hear anything. He knew that the other party he wanted to hear -this is intentional.

Fortunately, the other party did not do it.

Wei Yan's mind moved from the blood of the golden -winged Bird Bird, curiously looking at the Eagle Flute. The heir to the Eagle Flute revealed to the contract between the hostel and the hostel.

What kind of punishment will be suffered?

Wei Yan speculates that it is divided. After all, if the hawk flute is still complete, it is impossible for him to get the blood of the golden -winged Big Peng Bird. After all, the adventure is targeted at him.

Blood variation, purification of blood, and blood veins are upgraded. It is impossible to draw out.

In other words, is the hawk flute being split?

Although it is still the hawk flute, it has actually been divided into ‘the blood of the eagle flute’ ’s‘ Eagle Flute ’s Body’?

But why haven't he scattered yet?

The hawk flute in front of him is not trembling, stiffly stiffly standing on the contestant, like a stone carving. But he did not break or collapse. Wei Yan could not respond to the parasitic bee in his body.

Condition.

When Wei Yan was observed, suddenly, the Hagis flute opened his eyes.

What's more?

Open your eyes?

"You wake up."

Wei Yan looked at him strangely and concerned: "Are you okay?"

Are you not dead yet?

He is really curious at this moment. The hawk flute in front of him feels weird. It is the hawk flute, but it is not the hawk flute. Wei Yan can't feel his soul at all.

It should already be a lively dead.

Or is it that the exposure of the contract is not punished too much?

Should not.

"I'm okay."

The heir of the Hawki blinked slowly, then looked at Wei Yan, glanced at him deeply, and said, "The demon recovers is right, and other people must lead others to evacuate the altar, otherwise the flood is about to flood the earth, and everyone has to die.

! ""

What do you say?

"You don't want to be a king."

Wei Yan took off the crown of the golden -winged Big Peng Bird's horns, and turned around in front of the Eagle Flute. Even when he reached out, he didn't stop. He wanted to see what the Eagle flute was going to do.

But unexpectedly, the descendant of the Eagle Flute reached out not to take the crown, but to hold Wei Xun's hand. He only held it for a second before letting go. Then he nodded solemnly to him and said with a straight face: "I will take them first."

Leave, Demon Slayer, I’m leaving this place to you.”

interesting.

"The sacrifice is not over yet, don't you want to be canonized by the king?"

The heir of the eagle flute let go quickly, but Wei Xun held it back and interlocked with his fingers. Wei Xun took the opportunity to prick him with the golden mosquito mouthpart between his fingers, but he didn't suck out any blood.

Without soul and blood, what kind of person is the current Heir of the Eagle Flute?

"Hey, isn't this the heir to the eagle flute... Okay, just wait until you get to Tibet."

Wang Pengpai was originally on the phone with Mao Xiaole, but Wei Xun's live broadcast had completely attracted his full attention.

"I think the descendant of the Eagle Flute is dying, and he still wants to leak the contract. He is really looking for death."

Opposite me, Mao Xiaole didn't want to talk about Tibet, but he chatted with Wang Pengpai on the phone about the live broadcast.

"I think the hotel is a simulated guide, and we are about to complete this journey."

Although a guide on the journey is key, he may die prematurely, or break the contract and be kicked off by the hotel.

The tour guide cannot kill the guide, but if the tourist kills the guide because he is greedy for the guide's wealth, or there is some dispute of temper, the hotel will not have much reaction. This journey is equivalent to having no guide. As for the later attractions

, the hotel will not care whether there will be additional dangers due to the lack of guides, or even if the scenic spots are simply inaccessible.

You must consider the consequences of killing the person who led the way.

But if the guide himself violates the contract and is fired by the hotel, then depending on the difficulty of the upcoming journey, the hotel will probably simulate the guide and lead the brigade through the journey.

This simulated guide is just a simulated person. He is only responsible for visiting the scenic spots and has no emotions. Just like an NPC.

"Although we have reached the end of the third scenic spot, when the big demon revives, the hotel should simulate the guide. Why is the descendant of the Eagle Flute the 'King Shang Hung'? Maybe it will be useful in sealing the demon."

Wang Pengpeng babbled: "The Tour Guide Alliance sent B-level elite tour guides to keep an eye on Wei Xun. Wang Yushu couldn't attract attention. I think they may have been waiting on the bus. Not only are there

The Butcher Alliance, there is probably a kid from the Shepherd Alliance - I think Ding Yi is almost destroyed, he should be the guy playing puppet."

"I wanted to cut Pinocchio into pieces for a long time, but the iron corpse I raised turned out to be just a piece of wood... Damn it, why are they still shaking hands?"

Mao Xiaole disdained harsh words, and then said dissatisfiedly: "It's been a bit long, why do you still hold it this way?"

"You don't care, I'm just a simulated guide."

Wang Pengpeng couldn't even laugh or cry. When he saw Wei Xun shaking hands with the successor of the Eagle Flute on the live broadcast screen, they still held each other's fingers... They held each other for at least a minute or two, and he was muttering in his heart.

Wei Xun must have discovered that there is something wrong with the successor of the eagle flute. Yes, the simulated guide is just like an NPC. It's weird if you can't see the problem.

Is this a test of the other party's strength? What's the situation? Otherwise, how could you hold it for such a long time?

"I haven't even shaken hands with Teacher Sanshui... I washed my hands three times with Wugen water before going out today."

Mao Xiaole complained: "The captain doesn't care about this? He's a stupid simulator and doesn't know how to let go. Don't hold hands with Teacher Sanshui until the end of time. Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!"

Mao Xiaole suddenly sneezed a series of times and couldn't stop at all. Wang Pengpai felt his head hurt when he heard it on the phone.

"Fuck, whoever is scolding Master Dao behind his back, I want to take care of him."

Finally, Mao Xiaole stopped. His voice was hoarse. He was suspicious that someone was going to harm him. He made calculations but did not take action directly.

What a joke, if someone could really make Mao Xiaole sneeze for such a long time by scolding him behind his back, then Mao Xiaole would just forget about it and it would be more troublesome.

"Hey, they finally let go."

Wang Pengpai also knew that in order to prevent Mao Xiaole from becoming angry, he did not mention it and directly changed the topic:

"Hey, I just told the captain to speak out."

* *

"roar!"

The White Wolf King let out an impatient and low-pitched roar, interrupting the look between Wei Xun and the Heir of the Eagle Flute. Wei Xun stopped his hand and saw the White Wolf King crossing his body to block the gap between him and the Heir of the Eagle Flute.

Thinking, smiled slightly.

When shaking hands just now, Wei Xun asked many questions, such as how did you obtain the blood of the golden-winged roc, where is the devil, and how did you confront him. But the descendant of the Eagle Flute did not answer. Wei Xun did not feel his pulse.

He was beating, and his body was as cold as a corpse.

Moreover, the feather-like fleshy scale bumps that originally existed on the skin of the Heir of the Eagle Flute have all disappeared.

Sure enough, there is something strange.

"roar!"

The White Wolf King roared again, as if urging. Everything happened too fast, it only took five minutes from the time when the demon sheep was killed. But the thick black demonic energy that surged from the shore of Serinco Lake became stronger and stronger.

The sound of thunder and rain seemed to be accompanied by the ferocious roars of gods and demons, and the earth shook violently, as if the entire black stone altar was about to collapse completely. The water in Serincuo Lake kept pouring out, like a flood caused by a heavy rain.

It flooded the wasteland beside the lake and submerged under the black stone altar.

"Then I'll leave it to you to evacuate everyone."

The heir of the eagle flute still didn't reply. It seemed that he would not say anything else except leaving and retreating. Wei Xun looked at him deeply, turned around and walked to the top of the altar with the White Wolf King. When he first climbed the steps

He suddenly turned his head and looked at the successor of the eagle flute, and saw that he was still standing there, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

It's like looking at him smiling.

Was it controlled by the hotel, or was it replaced by something?
To be continued...