The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 72 Ancestor, I’m afraid~

Hearing the words of the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor, Baihua sneered and said, "Explanation? Blood Crocodile, what else do you want to say? This secret realm is not only detected by the human race, but also by your demon race?"

"In other words, you, the Blood Crocodile, arranged for so many of your descendants to enter it, wasn't it because you recognized the potential of this secret realm? But now that it's been born, you have put all this matter on us. You will take all the good things we did together.

Wait, the shit basin is all on our heads?"

Hearing the sentence "Shitpanzi", Mo Zhai coughed twice uncomfortably.

vulgar!

Vulgar language!

Baihua's character is still the same, and she doesn't know how to restrain herself.

Compared to the irritability of the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor, Mo Zhai is much calmer.

He himself is slightly involved in the method of deduction.

He originally thought that the secret realm was broken and it was a dead end, but he did not expect that after his deduction, the outcome of the future was unknown.

Although there is still anxiety in the heart, the unknown always means there is still a glimmer of hope, giving people the courage to wait.

Faced with the choking sound of Saint Baihua, the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor also slowly came back to his senses from his furious state.

Looking at Baihua Saint's sneering face, he suddenly felt guilty, but he was still followed by anxiety.

Are those who entered the secret realm alive?

If all the demon clan were dead, he would not be able to explain to the other demon ancestors when he went back this time.

While the saints were waiting attentively, and even couldn't help but want to work together to break the torrent of time, enter it, and have a closer look, the whole world suddenly trembled.

The talent of heaven is like rolling water, accumulated in the sky above the ruins of the secret realm, and then, countless visions rise in the air.

In the vision, there were scholars who abandoned their pens and joined the army, soldiers on the battlefield, and even red rabbits and horses galloping across the glacier from an ancient battlefield.

Within a moment, a spatial crack suddenly opened in the ruins of the secret realm in front of us. In the torrent behind the crack, the first thing to appear was a blue butterfly wing with a gleaming brilliance. There was also a deep meaning on the butterfly wing.

The color, at first glance, looks like a butterfly's pupils on its wings.

The moment they saw the butterfly wings, the newly promoted saints, such as the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor and the Hundred Flowers Saint, looked slightly surprised.

On the other hand, Mo Sheng, who had always been calm, changed his face drastically.

He looked at Mengdie, his eyes showing solemnity for the first time, "Is this... Mengdie?"

Um?

What is a dream butterfly?

Isn’t it just a bigger butterfly?

Saint Baihua looked at Saint Mo and asked curiously, "Mo Zhai, does Mengdie... have anything else to say?"

Mo Zhai calmed down and said, "At first, when they were surveying this secret realm, the saints could feel the power of dreams. So in order to commemorate the dream master, they named it the Dream Butterfly Secret Realm... But now..."

Mo Zhai looked at the huge butterfly wings that were as high as the sky, with a complicated look on his face, "I'm afraid, this dream master's inheritance... is real."

Hearing this, even the blood crocodile demon ancestors and other alien races with completely different cultivation systems couldn't help but feel their breaths stagnant at this time.

Dream Master...what a legendary figure that is?

I just wish they couldn't be born in the same era as her and couldn't witness her brilliance with their own eyes.

But fortunately, they and the dreamer did not say they were born in the same era.

Because...didn’t you see that even a man as talented as Mo Zhai was still living in the shadow of that era, so that when he saw the shadow of Mengdie, his color suddenly changed?

But even so, a thought could not help but arise in everyone's mind.

After all...who obtained the inheritance of the Dream Master?

The moment this idea flashed through my mind, the spatial cracks in the sky suddenly expanded.

Immediately afterwards, a dream butterfly stretching thousands of miles appeared in the sky.

The moment it appeared, heaven and earth were eclipsed by it.

The five senses of the saints were extremely sharp, and they captured the figure on the butterfly wings in an instant.

For some reason, when they looked over, the first thing they saw was Song Lanyi standing in the front, covered in scars and with large blood stains on her green skirt.

Holding a large gilded book in her hand, when she saw the saints, she closed the book in her hands, slightly folded her folds and saluted, "Song Lanyi, bring a group of human race disciples - return!"

When the last words "return" sounded, in the vision on the desert, all the horses raised their heads and neighed.

The people standing on the butterfly wings felt that the talents in their bodies were boiling, as if Song Lanyi was the center, connecting all the talents in their bodies.

The Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor already had a bad premonition in his heart.

The human race is back, so... what about the demon race?

Seeing that Song Lanyi remained silent, the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor had to lower his dignity at this juncture and asked himself, "Song Lanyi, where is the son of our Demon Clan?"

Song Lanyi smiled secretly in her heart.

Old guy, I've been seeing you unhappy for a long time, and finally I waited until you came to my door.

I saw a trace of confusion and innocence in her eyes, "Yao Zu, what are you talking about? The sons of the demon clan will naturally have their place. I am lucky to be able to protect the human race. How can I still have the energy to take care of the demon clan?

Woolen cloth?"

The Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor always feels weird.

He wanted to be angry, but when Song Lanyi spoke, he used all the honorifics and honorifics. If he was angry, in the eyes of others, it would mean that the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor did not have the demeanor of a saint.

This feeling of frustration is difficult for ordinary people to understand, and only people like the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor can understand it clearly.

Because of bloodline cultivation, the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor has a violent personality, and it is easy to see clues when his mood fluctuates.

Seeing his changing expression, Song Lanyi felt comfortable in her heart, but her mouth became more polite.

She blocked the corner of her upturned mouth with her book, and said with a sigh of relief, "But after all, my human race and the demon race have been friends for thousands of years. In the secret realm, I can't just sit idly by and ignore them."

Thousands of years of diplomatic relations?

This "bang" is probably the "stick" of the "stick", right?

The corners of Baihua Saint's mouth have begun to twitch.

Based on her understanding of Song Lanyi, Song Lanyi definitely had no good intentions when she said this.

Sure enough, in the next second, Song Lanyi pulled out a girl with rabbit ears from behind, smiling brightly, "I rescued Princess Xue Ji in the secret realm. I wonder how much the princess of the Snow Rabbit clan is worth?"

Xue Ji walked out slowly and looked at the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor. When she saw his gaze coming towards her, she showed a shy smile that was the same as Song Lanyi's.

She was delicate and timid, and shouted with tears, "Ancestor, I'm afraid."

The blood crocodile ancestor almost spit out his old blood.

Damn it, if you didn’t save anything else, you saved the weakest and most untalented person in the relationship!

What's more, who is your ancestor?

When you say this, where do you stand?

Here comes the first update~

(End of chapter)