I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

"Oh, why is Axi such an idiot?"

"Okay ok, don't look at me like that. I say that's it."

The comer held the hilt of the sword, and then swung the sword at the painter.

"Ok?"

The painter's reaction was also not slow, when the sword was unsheathed, her sword had already been swung.

"Do you want to fight?"

After blocking the blow, the painter stared at the comer, his tone slightly tougher.

"Oh, how come, I just want to see if you have regressed."

Just after exchanging a move, there was a result in mind, and the comer also put away his sword.

"Try? You... what are you thinking about?"

The painter was puzzled.

Does trying her craft if it's rusty have anything to do with what a fool is going to do?

"Come with me, Eleven."

The visitor waved to her, then turned and left.

"..."

The painter put away the scroll and followed.

"I brought it on Eleven! How about you, are you all here?"

Pushing open the door, the sword player shouted to the people inside.

"Not yet. Keep it down, I can hear you."

The elder brother was sipping tea, and he almost didn't hold the teacup when he was called out like that.

"Why are you here?"

The painter who followed in was even more puzzled when he saw this unreliable brother.

It's not time for a party yet, is it?

"Yo, Eleven is here, sit down quickly."

Seeing the painter, the elder brother smiled and poured tea for her himself.

"Nothing to be courteous..."

The painter immediately became vigilant.

"Hey, what's the point of being courteous when you have nothing to do?"

The elder brother looked at the younger sister whom Ah Zai missed day and night, and took a sip of tea to express his emotion.

"Okay. I'm here too, quickly explain why you are here."

The painter didn't intend to mess with him.

"Oh, don't worry."

The elder brother waved his hand and signaled her to sit down.

"This matter is very important, so I left God and came to you."

The elder brother took another sip of tea, and then he leisurely told her the day's vision.

"what!"

The loud sound of slapping the table knocked out the tea in the cup in front of the painter, and spilled it into puddles on the table.

"You said that idiot wants to replace that Tian and become Great Flame?"

"Is he stupid or crazy? You just agree?"

The artist had never heard of such a crazy decision.

Even the god-killing battle initiated by the real dragon is only to expel the "god" from the Great Flame, not to replace this world with boldness.

"Since Axi said it, he already has a plan in his mind. Naturally, I won't stop him."

"It's you, Eleven... I never thought that you really didn't forget Axi."

Eleven's actions were all within his brother's expectations.

He came here because of this sister's attitude.

If she said calmly "Oh, that's none of my business", he wouldn't tell her about the whereabouts of the daytime.In the future, he will not let Bai Zhou have the opportunity to know her whereabouts.

After all... that child has wasted more than thirty years of precious time on this younger sister.If the younger sister had forgotten him, how sad the child would be.

He didn't want the child's dream to be shattered.

But if his sister has not forgotten Axi, he will tell everything.In this way to promote a hd.

"Then, let me explain to you what Axi's plan is, and why we came here to find you."

The elder brother straightened out his thoughts and spoke slowly.

Back to Forty Demon Talks

The wind is blowing, and the rocks are jagged.

In a stone pavilion on a hill somewhere, an old man with a gray beard sat upright.

He took the tea and drank it slowly, savoring the taste carefully.

"After so many years, what you learn is becoming more and more similar."

A proud and unruly voice sounded, and the visitor sat casually on the stone bench opposite him, took a teacup and filled it with tea, then poured it into his mouth.

This man is nine feet tall, tall and strong, with a strong figure. The teacup in his hand is only the size of a bottle cap, and Gulu Gulu drank it all in one gulp.

He clicked his lips, as if he didn't enjoy the drink, so he went to pick up the teapot and prepare to pour tea.

"Stop! You fool! Stop!"

The old man patted his hand away, and took his teapot pitifully.

"*Yan Kingdom Essence*, you can't pinch it lightly. My pot is a limited edition purple gold sand pot in Jingde, and my tea is Wuyi Hongpao. The annual output is only 36 taels of treasure! If you pinch it, drink it. It’s all over, and I can’t afford to sell you.”

"Hey, you old thing, what's wrong with drinking your saliva?"

The man was very angry. He helped the old man run around and worked hard to find those bastards, but the old man didn't even give him a sip of water.There are also those broken pots, which are not his mother-in-law's, what's wrong with pinching them twice.

How exasperating!

"You can't drink tea like you. What a waste!"

Holding his own teacup, the old man first sniffed the fragrance of the tea, then took a small sip, kept a few breaths in his mouth, and only swallowed it reluctantly after the tea fragrance was revealed by his tongue.

"Did you see that? You have to drink tea like this."

"Hey, isn't it all for drinking? Why can you make big bowls of wine, and you have to suck up your broken tea?"

The man looked at him with disgust, then took out his own wine gourd from his waist, unscrewed the stopper, and swallowed the wine inside.

"Phew! It's still refreshing to drink wine."

After drinking enough, he threw the gourd on the table and tore open his clothes, revealing his muscular muscles.

"Crude and barbaric."

The old man looked at him contemptuously, disdain to be with him.

"Stop pretending, old man."

The man also looked at him with disdainful eyes.

"Don't be a person for a few years and forget your origins. You really think of yourself as a person."

"Hmph. Little old man, I have spent forty or fifty years here, and I have killed two real dragons alone. Naturally, I know who I am better than a certain alcoholic."

But the man laughed loudly, and then said loudly: "So what about good wine? I act according to my nature. When I drink, I should drink, and when I kill, I should kill."

"At least I won't be like someone who was recruited as a backdoor for two bites of meat and a few steamed buns."

The man looked at the old man who was not talking but drinking tea, and took a sip of wine proudly.

"Do you think so, Zhu Ganglie?"

"I eat by my ability, what's the point of disdain?"

The old man was neither angry nor scolded.Forty or fifty years of life full of "humanity" have passed, and the ugly things he has seen are much more lenient than this, and the man's words can no longer make him feel touched.

"Have you found all the people I want you to find?"

"Hey, don't mention it. I get mad when I talk about those idiots."

The man hugged his chest, his heart welled up, and he cursed loudly.

"That rambunctious snake, let it come, it won't come, let it live peacefully, it won't listen at all, it's dead now. It should be!"

"And that idiot. He is greedy for love between mortals. A knife on Sezi's head is not for nothing."

"The death of the ghost and the snake is similar to that of the fox, presumably they were killed by the same person."

The old man makes his own inferences based on the few information he has collected.

"shit."

The man gave him a white look with his only eye.

"Now there are only five people who are good at the Great Flame Thunder Technique and can kill us. Combined with the fact that they died not long ago, they must have met the same person."

"It can't be that those guys are sick, give up their jobs and hang out with them."

"Yeah. What about the rest, are you here?"

Zhu Ganglie brought back the topic that had been distorted by the man's scolding.

"The five who are still alive have all come over after hearing what happened to these unlucky bastards."

"The two closest ones, Yong and Fuzhu, will arrive tomorrow. The three farther away, Ba, Zhuyan, and Zhuhuai, will have to wait a few more days."

"That's right... well done, Fei."

Zhu Ganglie sighed softly, and then praised the man.

"Tch, if my authority hadn't been restricted, I wouldn't have bothered talking to them."

The man named Fei took a sip of wine bitterly.

What a godsend that that little devil made, directly restricted them, the incarnations of disaster, to death.

His powerful power that used to cause water to dry up, run grass to die, and see a catastrophe in the world, but now he can only use it to dehydrate firewood and kill excessively multiplied Originium worms.

"I really envy you, old Zhutou."

Fei looked at Zhu Ganglie, who was old but energetic, and expressed envy.

The old guy is the best among them who lurk in.

He succeeded in gaining the trust of human beings by inverting the door and working hard. He also took a wife and made a lot of money. Every meal has wine and meat.

Unlike the few of them, who worked hard every day on how to avoid the investigation of the inspection department, and worried about whether to drink water or eat soil for the next meal.

"It's just luck, and I have accumulated a little reputation by doing good deeds. With this reputation, the inspectors have not investigated it carefully."

Zhu Gang sighed softly, and drank the last sip of tea vigorously.

"Gather them here, what do you want to do?"

Fei felt that old Zhutou didn't have the temperament to dare to kill the fish, and he was doing well, so there was no need to risk his life.

"It's just for self-preservation."

Zhu Ganglie looked at the scenery beside him.

"Since Dayan has started to investigate our identity, we can't sit still."

He waved his sleeves and took out a scroll of paintings from inside.

"what is this?"