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1212: Magic Core (11) [seeking monthly ticket]

With the description of Yang Jingzhenjun, Pei Ye looked at the small dark room in front of him, as if a slurry cart with a bell was pushed slowly by a monster. Seven or eight heads rushed out of the small door, their eyes were turbid and dull, but their faces were full of desire for food.

Apart from appearance, these are almost impossible to be considered "people".

Pei Ye has excellent eyesight. Even if he stands outside, he can see the mess inside the stone house through the gaps in the thorn fence.

In such a big place, two people felt cramped and had nowhere to release their hands and feet, but according to the description of Zhenjun Yang Jing, there were many people crowded in each stone house at that time. Perhaps the area was divided, and each slave had only a small world where he was curled up with his knees.

Such a harsh and suffocating living environment can't stand it for a day, and these slaves have been silently enduring here from birth to death. In a trance, there seems to be a bitter and sip in her ear that is extremely suppressed, from far to near...

Pei Ye subconsciously took a step back.

A warm and soft "wall" hit on the back.

She immediately came back to her senses and apologized to Zhenjun Yang Jing with an unnaturally expression. Fortunately, the latter was not angry, but just looked over her and fell to the small stone house. She murmured: "Even so, I think they have the right to survive, at least..."

After that, the words were swallowed back by Yang Jingzhenjun.

I guess I thought of the fact that "Yanghua True Lord" was once a human slave.

In terms of position and situation, his decision is indeed not as convincing as the victim "Yanghua True Lord".

Pei Ye temporarily threw the sound he heard in a daze aside and comforted Yang Jing: "That thing has passed, and it is useless to think too much."

Zhenjun Yang Jing pursed his lips and said nothing.

The thing is over, but the slave farm in the Demon Realm is not this place. Similar things are happening or are about to happen. How much can it be changed by just one person's strength? When he thinks of similar scenes elsewhere, he feels very upset and uncomfortable.

Although many years have passed, this abandoned slave farm still retains most of the appearance of that year.

For example, the stone house where human slaves live, such as the residence of the "breeders" demons.

Compared with the former, the latter is a crushing victory in both appearance, interior decoration and living area.

"Junior Sister Yangxiao wait a moment."

Pei Ye raised his hand to put Yang Jingzhenjun's shoulder, pulled him to one rockery and hid, and looked over the bushes and looked towards another entrance. Yang Jingzhenjun did not speak, but turned his head to look at Pei Ye, as if he was asking "What did you find?"

Pei Ye stretched out a finger to press his lips and made a "shhh" with his mouth.

After waiting for a while, a stranger wearing a large purple-black hood appeared in that direction.

Well, maybe it is a "strange demon".

Because the breath-sniffing talisman and the invisible talisman are powerful enough, Pei Ye and others are not exposed.

Watching this mysterious man enter the largest "breeder" residence, Pei Ye frowned and took out the mechanism of the demon-seeking compass. If nothing unexpected happens, the red dot representing the Rakshasa Arra Demon Core is here. To be precise, the magic core is on the mysterious man just now.

Zhenjun Yang Jing also realized this and asked Pei Ye with his eyes.

Pei Ye raised his eyebrows: [What else can I do? The general comes to block the water and cover the soil. Let's go over and see what this person wants to do.]

Zhenjun Yang Jing reminded: [This person’s cultivation level is probably not below me, you and I need to be careful.]

Pei Ye's heart thumped and said depressedly: [Don't it be said that there are not many cultivators in the Nascent Soul realm? Why do we meet recently? All of them are in the Nascent Soul realm? Fairy Jiulian and her lover, plus the one in front of you, and you, the Nascent Soul meeting???]

Oh, Pei Ye's vest was also a Nascent Soul cultivation level.

By doing this, the little slave farm actually attracted five Nascent Soul monks, which is amazing!

Inside the house, the mysterious man was rummaging through the cabinets and looking for something.

Pei Ye and Yang Jingzhenjun hid in the dark and couldn't help but feel curious.

[There are only a few demons in the Demon Realm who have reached the Nascent Soul Cultivation. Will this person be one of the 36 surnames who escaped from the Demon Suppression Tower?]

Although he was wearing a wide hooded cloak, from the outline, there were two magic horn-shaped "decorations" on his head, and the possibility of his identity as a demon clan was extremely high. After searching for it, the mysterious man suddenly shouted with caution: "Who is hiding in the dark and get out!"

Master Yang Jing subconsciously wanted to get up, but Pei Ye quickly pressed his shoulders against his hands.

After a few breaths, Fairy Jiulian, who was hiding on the roof, raised her hand and split a hole that was two wide and fell down one after another with Wu Shu Motan.

The mysterious man turned to face the two, and his tone changed from being alert to being joked.

"Oh? Who am I a mouse in the dark? It turns out that it is the elder of Jiulian in Tianyin Valley. Fortunately, I am lucky. But there is something unknown. Why are you always your elder in Tianyin Valley? Why are you mixed with a monster and running to such a pickled place?"

Fairy Jiulian raised her eyebrows, and her eyes were full of charm.

She smiled and said, "Do you know my family?"

The mysterious man asked back: "There are probably not many people in this cultivation world who do not know Elder Jiulian, right?"

Wu Shu Motan looked at the mysterious man with a strong look of fear on her face, and reached out to separate the Jiulian Fairy from the mysterious man.

The mysterious man then "noticed" Wu Shu Motan. The originally quiet aura suddenly became sharp, and the demonic aura lingered around him.

Zhenjun Yang Jing said: [This person is carrying the two demonic energy, but I have never heard of any Nascent Soul cultivator meeting the conditions.]

Pei Ye joked: [Another "hermit master"? Tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk

Yang Jing Zhenjun: […Don’t swear.]

Pei Ye said dissatisfiedly: [Where did I swear? How could you be so rigid?]

While the two were talking, the system that Pei Ye ignored for a long time quietly started a private chat with her.

System: [That, I think something is wrong...]

Pei Ye carefully glanced at Zhenjun Yang Jing and asked the system when he saw that he had no reaction.

【What's wrong?】

The system did not answer the question again: [Who did you think of the first thing you thought of when it comes to the mixed blood of demons?]

Pei Ye was stunned for a moment, and a name popped out of his mind.

[You are suspicious... Is this mysterious person in front of you Fei Zhongyang?]

The system said: [If you have to believe in your own trouble-provoking attribute, I feel that it is almost certain to win.]

I don’t know if it’s Pei Ye’s poisonous or her vest is poisonous, so the male and female protagonists of several crew members can easily bump into it.

Now there is a demon mixed blood. Who else can it be if it is Fei Zhongyang?

Pei Ye:【…】

Who is Fei Zhongyang?

That is the male protagonist of the wolf killing in the script "Disciple Below" and it was also from the Haitang Channel.

In the beginning, Fei Zhongyang and Fang Moqing had similar personalities. He respected his teachers and was well-behaved and charming, and was born with a likable face. He was almost considered a favorite disciple of Ling Jizong's group of disciples. A few years ago, Fei Zhongyang's life was so beautiful. He had a serious and responsible master and a fellow disciple who cared for him. He had a very strong talent and his cultivation speed was a thousand miles a day, which was beyond the reach of his peers.
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