The Buried Demon Clan

A hut made of stone. Archer looked at his home, a broken home. You can only vaguely see what it once looked like. The white-haired twin ponytails slowly fell from the air, click click, the steps were very light, and there was only a slight sound of stepping on the ground. The girl with white hair and twin tails said: "Archie, if I see you doing this kind of thing again, I won't just hit your house next time." Behind Yaqi, a young figure turned into ashes and dispersed. "It's like this again, Frilian." Archer slowly looked at Frilian falling from the sky, and said with dissatisfaction: "It is also more difficult for me to find an underdeveloped demon." Florian looked at Archer's unyielding look and continued: "Archer, the demons will never have feelings for people, they will only treat people as food." "If you continue like this, sooner or later, you will die at the hands of the demons." Fulilian paused and continued. After saying that, he snorted coldly and left here.