A five-year-old junior sister, she is the group favorite of four crazy critics

The four of them looked at each other and said "Oh~" together, as if they were elders who wanted to turn around the eighteen bends of the mountain road.

Patriarch: ...

Too much!

The acting is too exaggerated!

"okay!"

The patriarch gave an order, and the four elders all shut up and stop it!

"When did you know that Zheli is not my son?"

Great Elder: "You will know the day you bring it back!"

Second Elder: “It has nothing to do with your appearance.”

Third Elder: "At first glance, the child looks like he belongs to a wealthy family and has a good temperament."

Fourth Elder: "..."

He opened his mouth, but still nothing came out.

It’s better not to attack his brother.

Great Elder: "Patriarch, what is the identity of that child?"

Although they knew that the child was not the clan leader's, they did not know who the young man was.

The four elder monks all looked at the patriarch, waiting for his answer.

The patriarch raised his head arrogantly and said in an extremely firm tone: "No, sue, sue, you!"

Four elders:...

"Let's go! I remember I still have something to do."

"Hey! I remember, it was that thing, right! I was with the Great Elder!"

"I remembered that there are still a few people in the dungeon who need to be interrogated! I have to go and interrogate people quickly."

"Third Elder, I'm with you!"

The four elders stood up one after another, making excuses for themselves, and seemed to leave in a hurry.

The patriarch himself stood in front of the high platform, took a deep breath, slammed the table, and pointed at the door where the four elders disappeared.

"I think you are just curious and can't know, and then you get angry!"

Looking at the few people who had disappeared long ago, the clan leader sighed and said a little wimply:

"But I can't say it, I can't say it!"

"What can't you say?"

The young boy's voice came from the door.

His cold ice-blue eyes stared quietly at the angry patriarch in the room.

The patriarch was speechless and almost choked himself with one breath.

"No, I didn't say anything."

The young boy did not continue to ask, but warned: "If that little girl asks you something, just answer truthfully."

"it is good."

After saying that, the young boy turned and left.

……

"elder sister."

The little boy's soft and dependent voice sounded along with the knock on the door.

Bei Wan put away the crystal in his hand, stood up and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Bei Wan raised his eyebrows slightly.

There is no other reason.

The young boy in front of me seems to be very good at matching.

His silver hair was delicately braided, and his headdress was uncomplicated, simple and elegant, especially the eye-catching blue forehead pendant in front of his smooth forehead, making him look more like an independent young man in the ice and snow.

"This good-looking."

Bei Wan was magnanimous and praised him without hesitation.

The corners of the young boy's lips raised into a slight smile, as if he smiled shyly.

Then he looked at Bei Wan with bright eyes and said sincerely: "Sister is prettier."

This is not a lie.

Bei Wan is indeed good-looking, taking advantage of her parents' strengths. What is more outstanding than her appearance is her unique temperament.

"come in."

Bei Wan turned around and walked in.

The room was basically untouched, except for a valuable-looking tea set placed on the wooden table.

"Sister is one of the rare people who drinks tea in the demon world."

Bei Wan paused in his movements, looked at the young boy, and said coldly: "Bei Wan."

The young boy was at a loss.

"My name is Bei Wan."

Bei Wan said that she always felt something strange, calling her sister...

It seems that she and this young boy are not that familiar yet.

"My name is Zheli, Zhesha's Zhe, and my name is Zheli."

The young boy introduced himself to Bei Wan naturally.

Bei Wan looked at the tea in her hand. She followed her third senior brother and Yan Ci and drank more of it.

You can't go drinking with Master.

"Do you want a drink?"

Zheli nodded: "Okay."

Bei Wan poured a glass and placed it in front of Zheli.

The young boy held a tea cup in one hand in a presentable manner, with his sleeves lightly covered and his manner dignified.

"Can you tell me more about the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit?"

Zheli put down his tea cup and stared at Bei Wan: "Sister wants to know, so Zheli naturally tells you everything."

"It's Bei Wan."

Bei Wan emphasized again, looking at the young boy quietly with clear eyes, but it gave people an unquestionable feeling.

Zheli pursed his lips slightly and flicked the hand holding the teacup.

But under Bei Wan's gaze, he still nodded obediently: "Okay, Bei... Wan."

Bei Wan nodded. Sure enough, she felt more comfortable listening to others calling her name.

"You say it."

Bei Wan was in a good mood and handed a fruit from the storage bracelet to the young boy.

Waiting for the little boy to continue.

Zheli felt a little helpless on his face, but he still told the story of the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit one by one.

Thousands of years ago, the demon clan was also glorious.

But later on, strong human monks appeared frequently, and the most powerful melee broke out in the three realms of monsters, humans, and demons.

After the melee, reshuffle the cards and divide the territory.

In this melee, a strong man from the human race once killed several ancient monsters in the monster world in a pit thousands of feet deep.

The monsters fell into the abyss, and the hundreds of monsters that followed them were sacrificed in the pit.

Hence the name, Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit.

I don't know when it started.

The Yihuangsi Palace, which dominates the demon world, decided to select a hundred of the most talented disciples of the demon clan every 300 years.

Falling into the pit and undergoing brutal and inhumane trials.

The trial is cruel, but if you can survive it, you will basically be the strongest person in the demon world in the future.

The current Demon Emperor and the four palace masters were all the people who came out alive from the Hundred Demon Sacrifice Pit last time.

After Bei Wan listened, he didn't speak immediately.

The little guy lowered his eyes and thought, his eyelashes casting a shadow on his amber round eyes. His face was obviously childish, but he revealed a strong sense of reliability from head to toe.

The young boy across the table rested his chin on his hands and looked at her quietly.

I just think that my sister is really pretty.

At that time, he had guessed what his sister would look like, but now he found that her sister would be good-looking no matter what she looked like.

Because...she is the sister!

"So, you're going to go this time?"

Zheli suddenly came back to his senses, and then nodded: "Yes, I'm not the only one who wants to go."

Bei Wan raised his eyebrows slightly, a bad premonition rising from the bottom of his heart.

next second.

The little boy said: "Sister is going too."