Long Aotian is not happy today

The development of things far exceeded Hang Hour's expectations.

In the next two hours, he changed three wooden carts one after another.

The Heavenly Demons seem to have a strange order. The low-level monks obey the high-level monks almost unconditionally. In just a few short hours, Hang Xiao was replaced by three different families.

With blank eyes open, he stared numbly at a third-grade cultivator, thanked him repeatedly, and turned away with a cart full of supplies, leaving him... in front of a strange palace.

The whole body is made of black stone, and there are no traces of splicing in the entire magnificent palace, which is completely natural.The black stone is like jade, and even under the hot sun, it exudes a hint of coolness. It is obviously the best of the extraordinary in the resource-poor world of demons.

"Could they be... the emperor who gave me to the Heavenly Demon?"

Anyway, he couldn't break free, so Hang Shi looked away instead.

He relaxed his body, let several demons who looked like servants pick him up, and walked towards the hall, while talking nonsense in his mind: "Does the demon have an emperor?"

"I don't know if there are any, but the situation is not good." 025 said helplessly.

It turned into a small hummingbird, fluttering its wings and hovering in the empty hall, looking for gaps to get into each room, and sending the scene inside it back to Hang Xiao's mind——

Behind the main hall is a wide hall.

There are many jade carvings on both sides. Although they are not exquisitely decorated, they can definitely be called luxurious in this world. Bright yellow paper lanterns are floating in the air, burning oil from the body of an unknown animal. The flames are beautiful orange. Yellow, the flame heart bursts from time to time, revealing a bright red light.

And after the hall...

It's a hot kitchen.

"The spatula, hot oil are all available, and there is an oversized iron pot, the kind that can stuff you in it and stew."

025 flew onto a jade pillar, flapped his wings and landed gently, carefully dodging towards the beams of the house: "My God, this place still produces chili... What a pot of red oil!"

Hang Hour: "???"

"I have some unfortunate news. Hours, they probably... want to make you into boiled pork slices."

"..." sucked.

025:"???"

Swallowing sound?

Did it hear you right?

Hang Shi's eyes drooped slightly, and he whispered aggrievedly: "Teacher 025, I'm hungry too. During this journey, no one gave me something to eat. When you mentioned boiled pork slices, I..."

025 can't laugh or cry.

Just at this moment, there was a whisper from the side of the frying pan, accompanied by the same swallowing sound as Hang Xiao's.

A few people came out from the side door, just as the red oil in the pot was boiling, some bubbles burst, bright red oil stains fell on their bare forearms, the visitor immediately bowed his head, and licked the oil with infinite rareness.

"It smells so good..."

The man murmured, his eyes flickering: "Brother Heiyu, the feast hasn't started yet, let's... get a bowl of spicy oil, try it?"

"To shut up!"

The other person on the side immediately scolded: "What do you know, this is a banquet prepared for that highness, if there is a mistake, you and I will definitely die!"

That Highness?

025 and Hang Shi accurately captured the key point, and a thought flashed through their minds, and they immediately held their breath and listened carefully.

After being scolded for a while, the person who first proposed to drink chili oil was very aggrieved and complained: "It's just drinking some chili oil, how can you tell? That His Highness is the same. Are you jealous?"

"What are you talking about?!"

The other person became more and more displeased, his long eyebrows were frowned, and his eyes were slightly stared: "That His Highness's return this time has brought us the hope of the continuation of the whole clan! If he can really save our clan, let alone hold a banquet, even He said he wanted to eat the meat of the giant dragon, and I, Hei Yu, risked my life to slaughter it for him!"

That Highness?

The hope for the continuation of the whole family?

Not far away, 025 and Hang Shi looked at each other from a distance, and both felt the heat in each other's eyes.

"The Highness they are talking about, could it be Brother Ning?" Hang Xiaoli opened his lips slightly and made a mouth shape.

For some reason, when he thought that that person was also in this hall at this moment, even if he was facing the danger of being sliced ​​into the pot, a warm current flowed through Hang Shi's heart, and Gao Xuan's heart was quietly settled.

"Hang on, hour, I'll go find him." 025 hurriedly said.

Above the beams and pillars, golden light flew up, and flew towards the depths of the deep hall, drawing a faint but beautiful ray of light.

……

Hang Xiao did not guess wrong, Ning Hong was really in this hall.

In the depths of the stone hall, in a certain dark room, the ground was densely knelt down, and the young man in the black robe standing in the center raised his hand to his forehead and sighed helplessly.

"So, still haven't found it?" He said in a deep voice.

Everyone knelt down on the ground and shook their heads one after another. Someone said tremblingly, "Your Highness, can you... describe that person's appearance more clearly?"

He held up a piece of thin paper, with grief and indignation: "Only with this portrait, the little ones are powerless, it's really... powerless!"

The light was dim, but the demon's eyesight was excellent. Even a few meters away, Ning Hong could clearly see the picture on the thin paper—a skinny stick figure with distorted cheeks and messy hair.

He was familiar with the portrait.

Because this painting... is from his pen.

"puff!"

There was a slightly mocking sharp laugh in his mind, and 081 laughed happily: "Ning Hong, you actually asked them to look for Hang Xiao according to this portrait? Believe it or not, even if your subordinates walk past Hang Xiao , they couldn’t recognize that it was the person in the painting.”

Ning Hong: "... Is that too much?"

The handsome young man frowned slightly, and said in a low voice: "Although the brush strokes are immature, I still drew the essence. Look at the flowing hair, handsome eyebrows, and bright eyes..."

"Yes, yes, it is deeply rooted."

081 laughed loudly: "It's the same as your woodcarving, deep in the essence!"

Ning Hong: "..."

The young man was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and grabbed it far away.

The slender fingers closed together in the air, and the thin paper was immediately dragged by an invisible force, crumpled into a ball, and fell into Ning Hong's palm.

"Since you can't find it, you don't need you."

Ning Hong walked towards the gate and said lightly, "I'll go find it myself."

"wait wait wait!"

"Your Highness, you can't go!"

"His Royal Highness and Second Highness held a banquet to welcome His Highness. His Highness returned from another world, and now it is spreading wildly outside, saying that you brought the hope of saving the whole family. All His Highnesses will come tonight. Your Highness now If you leave, the younger ones will not be able to explain to His Royal Highness..."

"Stop, stop." Ning Hong frowned.

The people kneeling in front of him were disorganized and messed up, and they were all His Highness. He was confused and didn't bother to pay attention.

What kind of banquet can be as important as finding Hang Shi?

Swiping his palm to force people back, black mist drifted around Ning Hong's body, and if there was any substantial spiritual power, it turned into a gust of wind, engulfing him and rushing towards the gate of the palace.

Although it was only for a few hours, the anxiety was raging like fire, raging in his heart, which had already made Ning Hong's heart flutter.

As a demon, in this world now, even though his spiritual power is suppressed, the power that belongs to his bloodline physique is constantly recovering, so that he is not only unaffected, but can display his true strength.

Hours may vary.

Hang Shih is a real human monk, with excellent blood and physique, and his body is nourished by spiritual power all the year round. For the demon, it is a great tonic comparable to a peerless chance.

So much so... that Ning Hong didn't dare to tell his subordinates, and asked them to find a body of a heavenly spirit.

You have to find it yourself!

Gray mist flowed, black shadows scurried, Ning Hong walked quickly through the hall, his whole body was shrouded in mist, as if he had turned into a dragon.

And at the moment when he rushed out of the palace gate, a golden light flashed in front of the young man's eyes, and shimmering fragments fell.

A refreshing voice sounded strangely directly in his mind without medium transmission.

"Ning Hong, hurry up and save your family!"

"It's right here, someone is going to slice him into the pot!"