Although it was a questioning tone, his expression was cold and there was no trace of doubt. Because the answer was obvious as soon as he met her.

That intoxicating fragrance makes people dizzy.

The smell on her body looked very similar to that man. Although it was not exactly the same, it was very close and similar.

Jialan's eyes showed the look of looking at food again.

Instinct and fangs confirmed Tang Luzhi's words at this moment.

A demon is a demon. No matter how hard he tries or wants to become a human, he will never succeed.

He stood up and looked into the distance, with a sarcasm on his face. He laughed at himself, his fate, and this inevitable confrontation.

"Downing."

He said in a low voice: "Tell me where Tang Luzhi's body is buried."

Tang Ning frowned when he heard this: "That ancestor is indeed called Lu Zhi, but it is recorded in the clan that he was a civil servant during his lifetime. The so-called talent is just that he writes good poetry and beautifully his handwriting."

"Is such a person really the one who seals you?"

She looked up at him, but the boy's face was calm and confident.

Tang Ning thought in his mind: "If it was him, it would prove that the records in the Tang family were all fake." All the weak scholars and those who are not good at fist, foot, and archery are all false.

She stood up from the ground and faced him, "But if what you want is his body, you may be disappointed."

"The Tang family's old ancestral tomb is located in the southern suburbs. A heavy rain a hundred years ago caused a flood. Whether it was rotten bones or fresh coffins, it was all washed away by the water."

"There are all tombs in the ancestral graves today."

Tang Ning looked at his expression carefully: "Whether you want to dig out his bones and beat him up, or you suspect that there is something you want in his burial objects, you can get it back, and you can't do it now."

The ancients hundreds of years ago, if she hadn't been able to walk and stayed in the house day and night, and would have read everything except studying or studying, she would probably not have remembered the three words "Tang Luzhi".

But she didn't understand why the records in the clan were fake?

Over the past few hundred years, no one from the Tang family has ever said about eliminating monsters.

She turned to look at Tang Xin.

Tang Xin shook his head: "The ancestors of the Tang family have all kinds of people, business, and can seal monsters..." Feng's eyes slightly concealed, and his voice said in a faint voice, "There is absolutely no record."

There shouldn't be any monsters in this world, let alone monsters.

Tang Xin looked at Jia Lan.

Jia Lan suddenly sneered: "It's strange that although you are siblings, you are not born at all." Tang Luzhi's blood seemed to be left to Tang Ning alone.

His face returned to normal, his smile slightly, and his eyes turned back to his previous amber color.

Tang Xin looked at his eyes and held his hands tightly with his hanging side.

Jialan caught a glimpse, but pretended not to see it, and just looked away and said, "Your amazing ancestor stole a very important thing from me."

"Is it important to..." Before he finished speaking, Tang Ning had already answered, "Is it your demonic power?"

Everyone present looked at her in surprise.

Especially Ayan, she became bulging and followed her firmly.

Ah Chuan, who was beside him, touched his chin with his little fleshy hands and looked at Tang Ning up and down. Can a mortal who still doesn't know what is in the ten directions during the day just heard these few words and guess the key points?

Ah Chui couldn't believe it.

He has never seen anyone smarter than him...

This was something he hadn't thought of yet. How did she, a little girl who had only lived for more than ten years?

However, if her guess was true, how strong would this fox be? Thinking, Ah Chu quietly turned his gaze to Jialan.

Jialan was laughing, smiling very happily.

"Yes, my demonic power."

"While he shouted that monsters should be damned, he wanted to take away my power. You said, is such a person still considered a human?"

Seeing him admit it, Ah Chu glared at him.

Jialan took a few steps to the edge of the cliff.

The bitter mountain wind seemed to blow him down.

He opened his hands and his sleeves spread out like wings.

Huh--The wind blows--

His voice gradually became ethereal: "It's my thing, I'll get it back sooner or later."

From now on, he will never dream of becoming a human again. It is indeed ridiculous to learn to speak and act like a human. He is a monster from all directions and the master of Luofu Mountain...

Thinking of the word "master", my heart suddenly felt a thrust.

He withdrew his hand, covered his heart, and his eyes gradually became sad.

Yes.

If possible, he would rather be his young master for the rest of his life.

A flash of flames in the air.

Little master, little master.

A Yan flew over, landed on his shoulder, and began to whimper gently.

It still stubbornly called him only the little master.

Its Lord Jialan should always be a carefree little fox.

The whimpering cry, without tears, sounded sadder than anything else.

Standing here, looking at the withered ancient tree, the ten directions seemed to be just a short distance away, and as long as they stretched out their hands, they could touch it. But the mountain was breeze, and every whistle told them that their hometown was a faraway place that could not be returned.

This distance is a vast distance that cannot be crossed.

Ayan, who will not shed tears, emits a gentle light.
Chapter completed!