The Demon Race had a Demon God's Cemetery. It was said that when Demon Race cultivators were buried there after death, they would receive the Demon God's protection and their souls would find peace. Of course, only those who had made outstanding contributions to the Demon Race were eligible for burial there. In time, being laid to rest in the Demon God's Cemetery became a symbol of honor and recognition by the Demon Race.
Mo Yu and the others nodded as they watched Qiong Rou straighten Yao Ying's clothes and then place them in a special treasure.
Qiong Rou looked mournful, and Mo Yu and the others wore grave expressions. In silence, they looked up at Little One, floating in the air.
Little One wasn't going to grieve for Yao Ying. Seeing that there was no danger, he flew over to Su Ying. "Su Ying, you promised to trade me roasted meat for Monkey Brew. Isn't it time you kept your promise? After all, you've already drunk my Monkey Brew."
Wen Yan, Su Ying could only smile wryly. But thinking that Little One's antics might cheer Qiong Rou up, she nodded and found a suitable spot. She took out everything she needed and began grilling sea fish.
Though Qiong Rou was still sad and wouldn't even eat the fish, Silver Fox "tempted" her into drinking a little Monkey Brew. Perhaps it was her first time drinking; after just two cups, she was already tipsy, her pretty cheeks flushed like rosy clouds. The wine also eased her mood somewhat.
This time, Ling Tian spent a long time setting up the restrictions—an entire day. A day later, he emerged with the Black Flood Dragon and then looked at Su Ying and Meng Shang. "Sister Su Ying, Meng Shang, you can take back