After another seven days, the centipede demon bit almost all his feet, and then wrote another 20,000 words.

There are the last ten thousand words...

The centipede spirit closed his eyes and said to Lin Yi: "You kill me!"

"Why should I kill you?"

"I can't write it."

"It doesn't matter if you can't write it out."

Centipede Spirit: "?"

Lin Yidao: "All I want is an attitude."

The centipede demon pulled the corners of her mouth, not knowing whether she should laugh or cry.

He asked, "Can I leave?"

"Yes, I have to be a good person in the future."

The centipede spirit nodded repeatedly, then ran away.

He was disdainful, to be a good person?

I'm a demon!

After going down the mountain, I would eat someone to comfort my injured heart.

At the foot of the mountain, the centipede demon saw two humans, one with a beard and the other with a bald head.

"You can only blame you for being unlucky."

The centipede spirit rushed towards the two of them.

More than ten minutes later, Huihai looked at the dying centipede monster on the ground and looked at Yan Chixia, "Brother, isn't this a thousand-year-old monster? Why do you feel so weak?"

"It looks like I'm injured, with only a few legs left, but this doesn't matter. Let's take him back to the medicinal bar!"

"good……"
Chapter completed!