But in his eyes, the demon lord seemed to be shrouded in a blood-red storm, and he couldn't see clearly.

He looked over, but the other party did not respond.

But Beidou soon felt a dizzy feeling and a fishy smell in his throat.

He thought to himself, but he did not feel frustrated, but instead licked his lips.

"Old Demon Tang, don't be fine." The bold and unruly voice sounded in the dark cave.

The hall door was not opened, and a low voice from the "Demon Lord" came from it: "Speak just if you have something to say."

The demon master smiled and said, "Your disciple, Chen Luoyang, seems to be in good shape."

"Young man, you are so careless." Chen Luoyang's tone was neither salty nor light.

"Looking at him, people can't help but remind you of your previous disciple." The demon master said, "Of course, I mean talent. As for whether you are loyal or not, since you are confident that you will not fall twice in the same pit, I will wait and see."

Chen Luoyang's heart sank secretly.

In addition to his fake, the Demon Lord had a real disciple before.

But this person seems to have left no trace in the history of the world.

Is the other party still alive?

According to the Demon Lord’s words, this man betrayed the Demon Lord. Could this be the reason why he left no trace?

Chen Luoyang said coldly while turning his mind: "If you are talking about these things, there is no need to continue."
Chapter completed!