Demon Race Progenitor sighed in his heart.
But Night God completely ignored all his thoughts, playing with the white jade safety buckle in his palm, his eyes fell back on the girl in the cage, the corners of his lips raised a casual and playful arc, and he asked lightly.
"What's your name?"
The girl was still in shock, with residual fear lingering in her heart. She pursed her lips tightly and trembled, not daring to respond, let alone make the slightest move.
Such a silent and resistant attitude wore away Night God's remaining patience.
The red light in his eyes flickered slightly, and a ray of darkness Divine Runes quietly emerged.
The void in front of her was shaking, and a simple and mottled Ancient Bronze Lamp slowly condensed and suspended. The dim and swaying light fell, slowly covering the girl with the power to confuse the mind.
Under the erosion and suppression of the power of the ancient lamp Divine Soul, the girl's clear eyes, originally filled with fear, quickly lost their luster and gradually became hollow and dull, and her mind and consciousness were completely controlled.
"Answer me."
Night God's voice is cold, with an undeniable power.
The dull girl opened her lips mechanically and responded in a stiff and rigid tone.
"My name is Michelle... No, I am Human Race, my real name is Meng Xue'er."
As expected, it is Human Race who is undercover.
Night God The corners of his lips deepened, and a hint of understanding flashed under his eyes.
Then he asked the question he was most concerned about and went straight to the topic.
"What is your relationship with Black?"
At this moment, Meng Xue'er's eyes were empty and his mind was controlled. He couldn't hide any information at all and could only tell the truth.
The moment she mentioned Black, even though her consciousness was imprisoned, her tone still uncontrollably showed a bit of grievance and resentment.
"He is the master... No, he is the Great Demon who bullied me! He forced me to wear Maid clothes and locked me in Birdcage. He bullied me and is a big bad guy!"
Night God:...???
Night God frowned slightly.
He originally thought that this human girl was very important to Black, maybe even a woman from Black, and catching her would be like pinching the weakness of that little insect.
What's the result?
Just a Maid?
Or the one who gets bullied?
Well, being bullied in a literal sense.
It's tasteless, it's really tasteless.
"Does Black know that you are Human Race?"
Night God didn't give up and asked one more question.
Meng Xue'er shook his head mechanically.
"He... should not know."
Night God immediately lost all interest in this human girl.
To him, a Human Race little undercover agent who is of no value to Black is of no use to him. Killing him is useless, leaving him useless is a waste of time.
"Tsk."
He laughed contemptuously, Ancient Bronze Lamp turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated, and the Divine Soul imprisonment that enveloped Meng Xue'er was suddenly lifted.
Meng Xue'er's whole body trembled, his consciousness suddenly returned, and fear filled his black Big Eye eyes again.
She just had her consciousness manipulated, tell her everything!
My underwear has been stripped clean!
But the next second, she reacted.
Wait... what she just said... doesn't seem to be a big deal?
The terrifying strong man in front of me only cared about her relationship with Black and her identity.
I have no interest at all in the Human Race mission of lurking Demon Race, the information she conveyed, and the forces behind it.
She doesn't care at all what news she sends to humans, nor does she care about what humans do in Demon Race.
In other words, the undercover identity she tried so hard to hide was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the other party.
Then what else does she have to fear?
After thinking about this, the fear slowly faded away, replaced by endless numbness and relief.
Meng Xue'er lowered his head and sighed softly.
Although she also wanted to live, she always felt that her chances of survival had plummeted since she came to Demon Race Ancestral Land.
When she saw Demon Race outside turned into such a ghostly appearance, she felt that her trip was probably a one-way ticket.
Instead of hiding in Birdcage and shivering every day, it's better to have a good time.
Meng Xue'er is ready to meet Destiny.
Isn't it just death?
Still a good man after eighteen years!
What a pity.
She was as talented as she was, yet she died like this.
She has never been in a passionate love relationship, and has never experienced the feeling of racing heart, bumping into deer, and being held in the palm of someone's hand. She just burped like this, it was a waste of natural resources.
Speaking of falling in love...
In Meng Xue'er's mind, a face suddenly appeared in his mind.
The face that belongs to Black and that Great Demon.
Wait.
Meng Xue'er, what are you thinking?!
That's Black!
Although... he is indeed handsome.
Although... he did help you.
Although... he does look quite sexy in black clothes.
But he is the Great Demon who makes you wear Maid clothes, lives in Birdcage, threatens you every day, and scares you at every turn!
And most importantly...
He is Demon Race!
Humans and Demons is inconsistent!
What are you thinking!!!
Meng Xue'er suddenly raised his hand, wanting to give himself a slap to wake himself up.
However...
A big hand grabbed her.
Meng Xue'er's body was covered with hair, and his mind was already playing 108 ways to die.
Isn't it?
Are you about to take action now?
Cut off limbs first and then kill?
Or just twist the neck?
So cruel?
But the next second...
She ascended to heaven.
It's not the kind of ascension where the soul ascends to heaven, it's the ascension in the physical sense.
"Whoops--"
Blood Color streamer shot through the sky at extremely fast speed.
Night God is holding Demon Race Progenitor tied into a rice dumpling in his left hand, unable to move.
His right hand grasped Meng Xue'er's slender arm.
The blood robe was flying, and the body was like a Blood Color meteor, shooting straight into the sky above Demon Race Ancestral Land.
Meng Xue'er was hit by the high-speed airflow, his hair was flying around, and his skirt was rustling. He was so confused that he even forgot about fear, and there was only a huge question mark left in his mind.
This is...
What to do?