I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

The first thousand six hundred and thirty-five chapters from the person's answer!

The chunky spirit tribe monk was very dissatisfied with everyone's silence, his eyes swept away, and stared at a dragon demon with a timid look: "You, come out!"

The dragon demon was the one who was eliminated yesterday, and his face was blackened in shock when he saw that he was being targeted.

"me……"

Even though the dragon demon player fought two battles, he still did not dare to neglect, walked out of the crowd a few steps, and came to the chunky monk: "My lord, I, I haven't seen anything!"

"Huh, you can't see anything, then what's the use of your two eyes!"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, two fingers of the chunky monk pierced the dragon demon's eye sockets.

The dragon demon screamed immediately, with blood covering his face, but he did not dare to complain or resist.

Leaving people close to Kunpeng, her hand couldn't help pulling Kunpeng's hand.

This movement of her was seen by another black-faced spiritual race monk: "The banshee, come out!"

Kunpeng nodded, and Liren walked out in fear, looking like a frightened little woman.

"Oh, this banshee is so beautiful." The black-faced monk and the chunky monk couldn't help but exclaimed.

But that's all. After that, he straightened his face, and the chunky monk asked: "You said, what did you see or hear last night, what are the seven spiritual monks doing?"

"I, when I got up at night, I really saw a few spirit race monks, but I don't know how many."

Her answer immediately aroused the interest of all the cultivators of the spirit race, and everyone turned their attention, including the demon cultivator.

In fact, last night's spirit race monks came to assassinate Kunpeng and others, weaving the barrier, all the demon cultivators did not know their arrival, let alone the disappearance of spirit race monks.

Now the spirit race monks insisted on them to say something, which really made them at a loss. Don't say anything, and worry about making a mistake; don't say it, and worry about angering the spiritual monks and suffering unreasonable disaster.

Now that someone can tell the whereabouts of the spiritual monks, it is naturally a good thing for them, and perhaps it can save their lives.

"Say, where were they and what were they doing?" Although the humpty monk's tone was not good, it softened a lot.

Perhaps this is the charm of beautiful women, even in this case, there are some advantages.

Li Ren said cautiously: "At the time, they seemed to be gathering together outside the backyard wall. I don't know what they are doing."

"What else did you find?"

"No, I just took a quick look and went to the hut. When I came back, I didn't notice that they were still there."

"When you came back, didn't you look outside the courtyard?" The chunky monk seemed to be dissatisfied with her answer.

"No."

"When was it then?"

"I don't know this. I just slept, maybe after midnight."

After asking some more questions, Li Ren answered ambiguously. Although the chunky monk was very dissatisfied, he let Li Ren return to his place.

Back to Kunpeng, Kunpeng gave her a voice transmission: "You are very smart, and the answer is good."

She didn't speak, just nodded slightly, but still made a frightened expression on her expression.

The cultivator of the spirit race continued to ask people to inquire, but no one could say anything. After three demon cultivators were chopped off, no one dared to lie indiscriminately.

Several spirit race cultivators came together and formed a barrier barrier, discussed it for a while, and then came out. The chunky monk said: "Okay, all are gone."

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