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After receiving the order from Kera solemnly, the flying mouse reacted extremely quickly. Kemura jumped down from the owner's shoulder and glided in the air in a gradually slowing posture. The originally black eyes suddenly emitted an ice-blue light!

A strange scene appeared. From a high altitude, a thin substance like snowflakes slowly fell down. At first, it was just a few pieces, but later it was like a heavy snowfall in the area.

The originally scorching air was slightly suppressed by the sudden frost. Although the results were only unsatisfactory, it really made people feel relieved.

At least you don’t have to worry about sweating profusely because of the heat of the air, and many people think so.

"Kora, it's really thanks to you this time. I'm really ashamed of treating you with such a bad attitude before. I hope you can forgive me if I'm not." A straightforward person faced the mistakes he made, apologized to Kora with a sincere look on his face, and asked for forgiveness.

"You did nothing wrong, and no one would easily believe that such uncertainty was very high, and your behavior was just the psychics' protection of their cherished spiritual followers." Cola showed a calm expression and said without any regard.

Her generosity actually aroused the guilt in some people's hearts. They were hesitant about whether to apologize to Cola due to face, and they made up their minds.

"Cola, really, really sorry."

"We were wrong and shouldn't doubt you."

"You kindly remind us of the arrival of danger, because we are so sorry that we have implicated you."

“…”

Such apologetic voices sounded one after another, some people blushed, and some people made trembling sounds mixed with a hint of crying. Obviously, their apology was probably from the heart.

This scene made Kola, who had always been smart, feel a little at a loss. She couldn't help but laugh stiffly, and she did not forget to pass the look of help to Philea beside her.

The most serious survival problem at the moment has been alleviated, and Philea has no time to pay attention to anything else. She simply stretched and glanced at the clear-headed Kora casually, "Why do you look at me with that look? Anyway, those gratitudes are not expressed to me."

...

"Well" Yinhen noticed the sudden silence and change in the expression of the Ten Thousand Demon Kings. He followed the other party's eyes and looked up, and easily discovered the problem.

It seemed that something was trying to break through the dark world, and some piece of darkness at the height was changing wildly, twisting.

This process lasted for more than ten seconds, but it still failed to make breakthrough progress. It was like being unable to resist the current long-term attack. The small piece of darkness that had been causing different twists and changes actually flashed like a carbon burning red, and then a mark engraved with strange runes was burned.

It's like the gate of hell in a burning state.

The darkness that was constantly regaining finally had a short gap. A gray figure suddenly appeared incompatible and fell from the sky, but the speed of falling was extremely slow. It finally landed steadily and landed on the ground lit by purple-black light and rendered with a layer of color.

"It is worthy of being the legendary human-shaped spirit follower, and even its own spiritual washing space is unique." The emotions conveyed by the voice of the visitor are separated from joy and anger, making people feel unpredictable.

An extremely familiar voice stirred between the eardrums. Yinhen couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a hint of incredible arose in his heart.

In order to clear his doubts, Yinhen looked at the unexpected uninvited guest, and his surprised expression suddenly hung on his face.

What are you doing? Isn’t this guy the former senior student of Ainier College who led them to this place by the academy, senior Duanlang?

This is another special scene

Treated by Yinhen with a puzzled look, Duanlang Junlang's face outlined a heart-pounding smile, "Is it surprising if it was you, you should be able to respond to my question in words."

However, before Yinhen could answer, Duan Lang's eyes couldn't help but fall on the figure on the other side with a special aura, and finally faced the other person's eyes as if he was pulled.

It was an attraction that could not be resisted at all. Duanlang just felt that he had no reason to be controlled, and if he did not move his sight, he would be truly swallowed up.

It was clearly self-consciousness, but it was extremely difficult to make an argument. After moving away from sight, Duanlang felt his heart and lungs become extremely dull, and he had to adjust his state with continuous deep breathing.

An inexplicable sense of anxiety and depression lingered in my mind. Duanlang, who had appeared here in a predator, hummed a bored breath from his nose.

The scene suddenly froze. Indeed, even the dispute between the Ten Thousand Demon King and Yinhen stopped due to the arrival of the third party. The voice suddenly stopped and returned to the original quietness.

Yinhen frowned and thought, could it be that Duanlang appeared here?... His intuition gave him an answer, and then he thought about the inexplicable words Duanlang said before in-depth analysis, this answer is not without reason.

And if that is true, Yinhen's eyes become alert and dangerous, then he can't let him go easily.

"Senior Duanlang, if you guessed correctly, your goal should be that I am right." In any case, it will not be finalized without verification, Yinhen thought.

With the blessing of Yinhen's voice, Duan Lang finally said goodbye to many complicated emotions for a while, and a smile reappeared on his stiff face for a long time, "You are right, I'm almost swayed by some boring things. So now it's time to get to the point of talking about it..."

Although Duan Lang revived his style and planned to use beautiful words as his opening remarks after cheering up, it was a pity that his words seemed to stimulate the weakness of the dignified Demon King, which made the Demon King, who was originally quietly admiring the child-level farce, suddenly exuded a creepy black smile.

"Who are you talking about being bored? You shouldn't compare yourself with that bastard Hall? Do you want the whole world to be buried with you, right?" The King of Ten Thousand Demons spoke with his bone-bone anger, and the purple-black light flashed wildly.

As he spoke, the long dark hair behind the Wan Demon King, which was far behind the waistless under the purple-black light, was automatically windless. Each hair seemed to have an independent consciousness. Then, a dark red pattern that was more terrifying than blood red appeared in the eyes of the Wan Demon King, who was gritting his teeth. The dark red pattern scattered into a spider web in a short time.

Just like receiving an instruction from spider web patterns, the long black hair behind Wanmo King surged again on the original basis.

"Do you'll die obediently!" The Ten Thousand Demon King, who had always been in a relatively calm state, roared and vented his anger.

Duan Lang's face also completely sunk. The other party's words were so arrogant that some of the fear of the unknown that had been left in his heart was instantly suppressed by anger.

Sparks began to jump in Duanlang's eyes. There was no doubt that he did not intend to underestimate the enemy, or the sense of oppression brought to him by the Ten Thousand Demon King made him do nothing from the beginning!

But without waiting for Duan Lang to show his chance to show up, the purple-black long hair that had soared in vain had already extended from all directions at a speed that was better than lightning, and then locked Duan Lang's neck without any suspense.

At the moment when he was blocked by these long purple and black hair, Duanlang only felt the aura in his body was flowing wildly, and even the extremely connected move of Lingchi summoning ended in failure.

Duan Lang, who was on the verge of suffocation, looked red, and he tried his best to squeeze out a few wailing sounds from his throat. He tried his best to pull away the deadly purple-black hair with his hands. The source of life is rapidly passing away, and the current situation called "Death Strike" cannot be broken free.

"Hey, he will be killed like this." Yinhen said nervously. Even though he had never thought of Qinglao Duan Lang, who had a poor character, the direct sentence of death was indeed difficult for Yinhen, who had modern people's thoughts.

"Don't say ridiculous things in those who are brave enough to be presumptuous in front of me since ancient times, people who have the courage to be arrogant in front of me are destined to be helpless." The voice of the Wan Demon King exuded a sense of resolute madness, "Especially, especially, especially the idiot who dares to say I am bored!"

Although Yinhen didn't quite understand why the Ten Thousand Demon King was so angry because of a word that seemed very ordinary in his eyes, Yinhen knew very well that even if he wanted to give Duan Lang some help, he might be limited, and he could only stay at spiritual assistance.

Just as Yinhen sighed helplessly, the long purple-black hair that had been tightly wrapped around Duanlang's neck suddenly loosened. Duanlang, who was on the verge of life and death, immediately realized the appearance of the life-saving straw and quickly gritted his teeth and exerted force again.

But unfortunately, although those firm purple-black long hairs are loose, Kuolang's current exhaustion is still difficult to break free.

And as despair was about to be engraved in Duan Lang's mind, the long purple-black hair miraculously loosened again, and soon became completely loose as if it was cooperating with Duan Lang's strong desire to survive.

Duan Lang fell to the ground, gasping violently with lingering fear in his eyes until he filled his heart and lungs with precious oxygen.

But fear has completely grown in my heart. Just when Duan Lang was planning to activate the ace method to force his escape, he was temporarily lagging behind because of a dispute between the Ten Thousand Demon King and Yinhen.

"Damn, damn, damn, damn, it's all the power of Hall in you that is causing trouble. It's just a little warm-up move and the power is exhausted. Do you know what this means?" The King of Ten Thousand Demons did not mind the terrifying expression that affected the beauty of his handsome face. He tried his best to vent his emotions in his heart with a deeply disgusting tone and waving his fists wildly.

"Anyway, the lesson has been given, I think he should have a good memory. Since that's the case..." Yinhen's comforting words had not been fully expressed, and suddenly he felt the air becoming extremely hot and looked around suspiciously.

Then he was surprised to find the key to the problem - the spark war horses bathed in the fire left a red burning mark on the black ground, Mars exploded in the air, and the waves leaned over the horse's back, and under the reflection of the fire, there was a cold face.

"I, Duanlang, are not the kind of man who can simply smile and treat him as a family when he is so insulted."

"Recite and exchange."

"I understand better than anyone else!" Duan Lang had a ferocious face and roared out all the emotions in his heart with anger.
Chapter completed!