Junior sister Song Mian broke into the forbidden area and freed the remnants of the demon clan, then defected and has never been traced again.
The former boss, who was almost promoted, wiped her butt until she hiccupped.
The new leader wants to capture the traitor in this world.
Song Mian: Am I not? I don't!
Song Mian, who had turned the sect upside down in the past, always had headaches and became afraid of snakes and deep water. He was especially irritable when he saw the corpse of a snake.
She was also entangled by a ball of light, asking her to go back to her hometown in the south, go to the west to see the desert, go to the extreme sea to fish for moonlight, and finally go deep into the demon clan's lair!
Song Mianfo is here, Jihai is quite good for retirement. I heard that there are treasures there that can shield against dirty things.
Light: You are cold! You are heartless!
The demons smelled the Demon King's aura, dropped the snarling eggs that absorbed their demonic energy, and went to greet him one after another.
The devil was seen wandering outside the barrier, tentatively stepping into a small jio, then quickly taking it back and leaving without looking back.
Demons:? ? ? Is there something they didn't do well?
Song Mian's eyes darkened, and the demon clan surrounded her, who was weak, pitiful and helpless.
Song Mian: Spare your life!
Demons: Welcome back the Demon King!
Shocked through the sky, the light was stunned. Its owner was not her. You even admitted that your boss was wrong?
Song Mian: I have a headache.
The leader of the demon clan was even more shocked! Why are the previous demon kings back? ! The clan leader held the Feiyu Order in his hand, and it felt a little hot. Who should I give it to?
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Junior Sister Song Mian: If you hadn't saved me, I'm afraid the poison would have entered my heart. How should I thank you?
The demon king who is passing by and whose body is a snake: To save my life, I should... Promise it with my body.
The Demon King stared at Song Mian with his eyes fixed, his cheeks rosy, and he had a small calculation in his mind.
The next day, Song Mian touched the hard eggshell and was filled with questions.
Concept: Bitter Melon Life, trying to sprinkle sugar