Royal Road Qingtian

Wan Minsheng said warmly: "Come in."

Following his voice, the outer wall of the vine garden automatically opened a door, and the two entered.

Well, let’s say it’s two people——

One of the guys was about three meters tall by visual estimation, and he was wearing a pair of jeans that he got from somewhere. There was a hole in the jeans, which seemed a little damp.

He wore a neat suit on his upper body; paired with a snow-white shirt tucked into the belt of his trousers, and a bright red tie, he really didn't have a lot of demeanor, but it was a bit nondescript, with sand sculptures added.

However, the most eye-catching thing about this person is that behind his two arms, there are two huge wings dragging impressively.

Just walking in, the two wings dragging the ground, like a... a rooster that has lost a battle.

But this person held his head high and made a show of it all the way, without the slightest appearance of losing the battle.

Looking at the face, there is a pointed oval head covered with black hair, a pair of eerie and rebellious eyes, a hooked nose, and a mouth below that is as pointed as a woodpecker. Only one ear, fluffy.

Looking at the head, it looks like an owl, looking at the wings, it looks like a big eagle, looking at the legs... Well, it is barely a human being!

I almost forgot to mention that this guy is actually wearing a pair of big bright leather shoes, which must be specially made!

Because these leather shoes are like two small boats, no matter whether they are humans or witches, they definitely don't have such big feet...

As for the other one, it is really all black, all black, and has no clothes on, just black hair, but it has already covered everything, leaving a solid color.

There is a crooked horn on the top of the head, and there are actually five eyes, blinking, blinking, and the five eyes flickering one after another, like five searchlights shooting back and forth.

At this moment, this person's five eyes are looking at the clothes of the guy dragging the wings next to him, with a look of envy. It seems that the other party is dressed very high-end and elegant... I have nothing I am ashamed……

There is quite a kind of inferiority that poor people have when they see a rich man, but they still try their best to put on a kind of "I am poor but I am proud, I am poor and I am proud, I am poor but you are rich but I will not eat a grain of rice from your family" self-esteem.

Under such gazes, the man in a nondescript suit with dragging wings became even more arrogant, triumphant, and even more energetic...

"Si Erpeng, are you on duty for your monster clan this year?"

The old man Wan Minsheng sat leisurely and said to the man in the suit.

"Yes, yes. Mr. Wan, this junior already has a name, called Peng Si Er; he will no longer be called Si Er Peng." This Peng Si Er smiled flatteringly, but still couldn't help showing off. own new name.

Seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Mo Nineteen next to him.

Turtle, do you have a name? Mozu? Magic nineteen? Just your name... Hehe, it really makes me feel like hehe!

Inside, Zuo Xiaoduo almost didn't laugh out loud.

Peng four ears?

It seems that it is not as good as Si Er Peng.

Besides, does this... make any difference?

"Okay, Peng Sier."

Wan Minsheng has a very good temper. Zuo Xiaoduo has verified this point, and he actually praised him: "Peng Sier, your name is quite good."

Then he looked up and down, and said, "This outfit is also quite impressive."

Peng Si'er became more and more complacent, straightened his suit, stretched the corners of his clothes, straightened his tie, and showed off his face, "I went to the city of the Wu people that day. That's what's in fashion. So I bought several hundred of each; I should have had a hat, but I'm too pointy to wear it..."

With that said, he took out a hat from the ring and put it on his head.

It turned out to be a white hat, on top of its pointed head, like a skinny mushroom with its lid drooping. He sighed and took it off again: "Unless you change your head,

But things have changed. In our forest of demon spirits, no one recognizes me anymore. A bunch of kids treat me like a fat sheep and want to eat... Grandma..."

At the same time, Mo Nineteen was not happy, and said: "Peng Sier, you have a new name, I am very envious. I don't deny it. I am also very envious that you can go to a human city and dress up so beautifully. The clothes are indeed cool, and I am quite envious... But there is one thing you need to understand; that is, this is the forest of demon spirits, not the forest of demon spirits."

Peng Sier turned his head, and his eyes suddenly shone fiercely: "What qualifications do you demons have to put the word "mo" in front of the forest of spirits? Do you deserve it? Are you demons worthy?"

Mo Nineteen was not to be outdone: "Could it be that your monster clan is qualified? We clearly reached a consensus last time. If this entire forest is to be named uniformly, it will be called the Forest of Spiritual Demons!"

Peng Si'er was furious: "It's clearly called the forest of spirits and demons! You demons are so stubborn that you want to rank ahead of ours. It's not only wishful thinking, but also shameless! I think the two demons of our demons back then Your Majesty will unify the world, and your demons are just low-level races, and you can only be slaves... We can fight as we want..."

Mo Nineteen was furious: "You also said that it was back then, and that was the old calendar many years ago. At that time, your ancestors' ancestors' ancestors' ancestors were just unhatched eggs! Thanks to you You can't finish talking every time, can you still show some face?"

Peng Si'er still raised his head with infinite glory: "This is the glorious deeds of my ancestors! If I forget, I forget my roots, and I always talk about it, and I am a filial son and grandson! Back then, my ancestor Kunpeng followed the two demon kings, fighting against heaven and earth. , made immortal feats, and was even regarded as a sorcerer... The power shakes the world, and the world is convinced!"

Mo Nineteen sneered and said, "How did I hear that Demon Master Kunpeng later betrayed the Demon Emperor? No, he must have betrayed the Demon Race."

"Fuck your fart!"

Peng jumped up in all directions, as if he had been poked into a sore spot, and cursed: "What good is your demon clan? The ancestor of your demon clan, in the end, isn't it..."

Mo Nineteen also became furious: "That's the number of days! That's the number of days, do you know! The magic power is not as good as the number of days, haven't you heard of this sentence!"

Mo Nineteen's words seem to make sense, but anyone can hear the hero's shortness of breath...

"No! I only know that your ancestor was defeated by my ancestors, and you are defeated by mine, that's all!" Peng Si'er pressed harder and harder.

The more the two quarreled, the more intense they became.

Whoosh!

Seeing that Peng Si'er took out the ghost knife, his eyes gleamed fiercely.

puff!

Mo Nineteen also raised his mace and gritted his teeth.

Seeing that a demon and a demon are about to fight and fight to the death.

"I'm going to kill you bastard!"

"See if I don't get rid of you, you bastard!"

Zuo Xiaoduo controlled desperately, and finally he didn't let himself burst into laughter.

These two guys are so sweet, aren't they talking about cross talk?

"cough!"

Just when the monster clan and the demon clan were about to start a war, Wan Minsheng finally coughed and said in a slightly displeased tone, "Are you guys going to fight with me?"

When Mo Nineteen and Peng Si heard the words, their expressions changed immediately, they rubbed their hands together, and laughed embarrassingly.

It turned from the vicious look just now to a harmless face full of humans and animals.

"Hehe, we usually bicker." Peng Si'er put the ghost knife under the suit again.

"It's okay, daily noise is good for physical and mental health."

Mo Nineteen put the mace into the space ring, but seeing that Peng Si'er didn't put the ghost knife in, he took out the mace with a turn of his eyes, and carried it on his back, one for easy access. The second is to beware of accidents.

"Say, what the hell are you doing here?"

Wan Minsheng felt helpless when he saw the actions of these two bastards, but he was really good at nourishing his spirit, and at the same time he was really good-tempered and self-cultivated, so he felt that the current scene was a bit joyous.

"I am following the order of the boss, and come here to bring you some Yaoyun water." Peng Si said in his ear.

"I also followed the boss's order to deliver some water of the devil's soul to Wan Lao." Mo Jiu said.

Wan Minsheng said kindly: "Then put your things down and go back quickly, and thank the bosses of both of your families for me."

The two guys happily took out a large bucket of water from the ring, each bucket must weigh several hundred catties, and placed them in the yard.

Then the two guys started dawdling again, looking at each other with knife-like eyes, meaning: "Why don't you leave?"

Obviously something is up.

"Anything else? Tell me!" Wan Minsheng asked.

"Cough cough." Peng coughed in all four ears.

"Ahem!" Mo Nineteen also coughed.

They stared at each other, but neither of them would speak first.

"Why don't you leave? Isn't your business finished?" Peng Si'er was annoyed and furious, and finally couldn't help but speak.

"Why don't you leave? Don't tell me you haven't finished your business yet?" Mo Nineteen was also furious, and retorted in a cold voice.

"Okay, let's talk about what's going on together." Wan Minsheng was still smiling and didn't feel disobedient at all.

A spirit race, watching a monster race and a demon race quarrel, but like an old man watching his grandchildren bicker, his temper is really good.

"It's like this..." Peng Sier glared at Mo Nineteen, and said: "Our boss wants to ask Wan Lao for instructions. This... Today, the sky has the power of extreme flames and real fire. It crossed the border and fell into the , fell into our place...ahem..."

"Is it because the ancient prophecy was fulfilled back then, to...to...really...cough cough, is it the ancestors, it is almost time to return?"

"The boss said, the ancient prophecy, the ancestral witch is really hot, this... that... will tell the ancestors whether they want... that?"

Peng Si'er desperately wanted to speak clearly, but it became more and more unclear, and he stuttered and asked in confusion.