He tossed out the ropes in his hand, binding the man and woman in the black cloth sacks separately.
Qi Yuan handed the ropes to Huo Mu Shi and instructed, "You'll lead these two. We're heading to... Xianlong Mountain!"
Xianlong Mountain lay more than three hundred li from Shu Demon Mountain.
There were no fewer demons on this mountain than on Shu Demon Mountain—perhaps even more.
But compared to Shu Demon Mountain, the demons of Xianlong Mountain were not organized into any formal ranks and seemed far more scattered.
"Alright!" Huo Mu Shi gripped the ropes tightly, his face flushed with excitement.
Meanwhile, the demon and human with black cloth over their heads and their mouths sealed shut felt as though ten thousand grass-mud horses were stampeding through their hearts.
The Flower Demon in particular was utterly dumbfounded.
Who were these people?
What were they doing?
Why had they tied her up?
She desperately wanted to speak, but she could not make a sound at all.
Yet the conversation that followed between the two shocked her for ten thousand years.
"I gripped that stick all night, and my hands are sore. I really want to call my wife over to massage them."
"My lord... is mighty!"
"This time, after we go to Xianlong Mountain and slaughter the several thousand demons there, I should keep two beautiful female demons to give me a massage. Then I'll kill them after they're done."
"My lord... is formidable!"
In any case, Huo Mu Shi was like a repeating machine, capable of nothing but praise.
The Flower Demon, hooded by the black sack, heard Qi Yuan's words and sneered inwardly.
This guy could really brag!
Slaughter all the demons on Xianlong Mountain?
If you're so incredible, why don't you pluck the stars from the sky?