It really seemed as if Fang was just dreaming, everything was so unreal, but the iron seal in his hand told himself that it was never as simple as just a dream.
"Hey, hey!" Fu Mang rubbed his head in embarrassment, squeezed half a day, squeezed out a few words: "That what, just now see you are ...... all out of control, I think is a hammer to make you wake up ......"
Damn you, this stupid bastard!
"What about this face? Needless to say, it was your fucking slap too?" Han Qianqian rolled his eyes in depression.
"Before we used the hammer, we were afraid of causing you great damage, so ...... so ......"
"So slap first for respect?" Han three thousand said speechlessly.
"Three thousand is three thousand, smart as a whip." Fu Mang was full of smiles.
"You come here!" Han Qianqian stretched out his hand, gesturing for Fu Mang to bring his face over.
"Shit, Fu Li is awake too, I'll go check on him." Fu Mang smiled shamelessly, then quickly retreated.
"Shit, you son of a bitch." Han Qianqian touched his head in depression and then his face, this grandson was really fighting to the death.
"Three thousand, you're awake, that Fuli is also awake, did that whatever night demon get fucked over by you?" Mo Yang was elated at this point.
Han Qianqian nodded: "Yes, go and see how the others are doing, I have something to do."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Han Qianqian got up and left.
Mo Yang wanted to follow him out, but he had just chased him to the door, but he could no longer see the trace, the speed of this guy was staggering.
Shaking his head and following Han Qianqian's instructions, Mo Yang got up and took a group of people to visit the brothers who had fallen into a coma in the other houses.
At this moment, Han Qianqian's body was already standing proudly on top of the roof of the inn.
The cold wind was blowing and the moon was hanging, Han Qianqian's figure was like a pine, proud and handsome.
The night was quiet, but it was also not quiet!
After nightfall, the city was quiet, with only the chirping of frogs and birds, and even the faint sound of a snore from a house in the distance.
But then, in the middle of the sky, there was a curling Buddhist sound hovering in the air.
That was the group of demon monks a dozen miles away, still chanting sutras.
"Should I believe you?" Gently raising his right hand, Han Qianqian looked into his palm.
It was an extremely ordinary iron seal, said to be iron, but the material was like stone, and felt like some kind of plastic to the touch, with a wispy hollow centre, somewhat similar to a large copper coin. The outer ring was quite ordinary, with many tiny particles protruding from it, and it felt a bit like a gauze.
The only thing that I would say is not ordinary is that there is a vaguely moon-like shape on it.
"O night demon, night demon! Are your words true or false?"
Thinking back to the Night Demon before he died, Han Qianqian frowned.
His eyes were sincere.
Especially, after Han Qianqian clapped his hand on his shoulder, he slightly released some Chaos Qi into his body, allowing him to instantly understand whether Zi Qing's sudden outburst was related to Han Qianqian or not.
Han Qianqian was indeed suppressed, but Zi Qing was not.
Zi Qing's power could suppress the Night Demon, but special regulars basically could not feed him energy.
The Han Qianqian of old couldn't either.
But the current Han Qianqian could!
The Qi of Chaos, the ancestor of all Qi, from which all the thousands of spiritual Qi in the world evolved, naturally, it could and could change into all Qi, including the incomparably special white Qi in Zi Qing's body.
Even if it is special, it is still one of the ten thousand qi, and the chaotic qi can naturally be mimicked and absorbed by Zi Qing.
It was precisely for this reason that the Night Demon turned from hideousness to peacefully accepting reality.
Against Han Qianqian, against the Qi of Chaos, what else could the Night Demon not accept defeat for?
To the Night Demon, to be defeated against these two other kinds of each body was already enough to show how powerful he was himself, and even if he lost, it was an honourable defeat.
Only, his words, were they credible?
With a devil's words, Han Qianqian did not believe much, especially a devil who relied on dreams to pretend, the credibility of his words was not high.
Although he had failed, there was no guarantee that he would still have to bury a pit for Han Qianqian to jump into.
But from another perspective, as the saying goes, even when a man is about to die, his words are good, and the night demon's words might indeed be a well-intentioned reminder.
The most important thing is that he touched Han Qianqian with his words.
"When one is in the jungle, one cannot help oneself!"
Every man lives for himself, but, in the end, lives more for him. Parents live for their children, and children live for their parents, each holding on to the other and affecting the other.
The same is true of the jianghu, right and wrong, interests twist and turn, how easy it is to be left alone!
"This group of demon monks, what the hell are they up to?"
As soon as the words fell, Han Qianqian slashed the air with one hand, and a golden light directly surrounded the entire inn in the air, followed by the boundary formed by the golden light, which was hidden in the darkness, silently guarding the place.
With a flash of his figure, Han Qianqian appeared in the inn in the next second.
The door to the Seven Monsters' room was knocked at this moment, and when Liu Sa opened the door, she was surprised to see the visitor.