After a day of battle, although Bai Chuanluo's people were excited for a while when they saw so many mermaids, most of them had exhausted their Yuanli when they supported the protective cover during the day. Even if they wanted to take a few more glances at the mermaids, their tired bodies made them have to go and rest early.

Baichuanluo and Shuirou went to Yun Qingyan's room to discuss the matter about going to the mermaid's residence, and forced Yun Qingyan to discuss the strategy of dealing with the mermaid's fraud...

It was night, the breeze was gentle and the stars were everywhere.

In the mysterious ring, the ink-black territory gems suddenly flashed and returned to peace in an instant.

"Huh?" Huang Yan, who was sealed in the red crystal, came back to his senses from his cultivation, frowned slightly, and his mental power came out along the gap of the red crystal, scanning the entire huge mysterious ring, but it was nothing unusual.

"Is it an illusion..." Huang Yan narrowed his red eyes and murmured softly.

In the main cabin of the ship...

Shui Rou sat cross-legged on the bed with her eyes closed, and a painful face was on her gentle face. The lingering black mist hovered around her, and the scales between her temples were faintly visible.

She made seals with her hands, and light blue lights drew patterns like spells along the mysterious trajectory. When each strange pattern was formed, the blue light was created and flew into her body.

Whenever this happened, Shui Rou's face turned pale and the black fog around her diminished by a little.

A black figure suddenly condensed in front of her, and her fair and slender fingers strangled her chin.

"Who?!" Shui Rou, whose eyes were closed, opened her eyes with a swaying black mist in her originally clear eyes, and there was a faint murderous intent.

What came into her eyes was a pair of purple eyes that were so magnificent that they took away the glory of the dark night.

Almost as soon as he saw the purple eyes clearly, Shui Rou's eyes shrank fiercely.

The face that was so charming that even the Dark Night Mandala was so close that it was extremely close. The blood-red lips were full of malice, and they were gently raised, and cat-catching and mouse-like jokes appeared in their eyes.

"Why, I don't even recognize this palace?" Yin Hong's lips bent, and Jiang Wuya slowly spit out a few words jokingly and lazily.

"The Great Princess of the Demon Clan?"

Shui Rou's face changed instantly, and her murderous intent almost surged in an instant, but she didn't take action for some reason. "Who are you talking about? I don't know!"

Jiang Wuya let go of his hand and lazily threw his body into the soft collapse, like a lazy snake.

Half of the demonic face was exposed in the moonlight, while the other half was covered by the shadow of the black hood. The leisurely appearance seemed to be napping in the back garden of her own home, without taking Shui Rou's sharp murderous intent at all.

With his slender fingers gently pressing against his chin, Jiang Wuya smiled and said slowly, "Don't you recognize me? You didn't answer this way when you saw this palace just now."

"Affair with humans, defected to the Demon Realm, hiding his name, um..." The purple pupils, which were obviously as seductive as "qingren", slowly swept across Shui Rou's forehead, "and also removed the demon bones by themselves and sealed the demonic energy.

The famous war god princess turned into this image back then. I wonder what the old demon master would think when he saw his proud eldest daughter turn into this image, and he would be servile to mankind for his life?"

A trace of pain was almost slid across Shui Rou's eyes, and she quickly covered it up.

"By the way, the old Demon Lord is not long." Jiang Wuya stretched out his finger and bent slightly, knocking on the armrest of the wooden chair one after another.
Chapter completed!