The junction of the demon world and the immortal world is located in the Shijuku River.
There are two sentry towers on the left and right, separated by a fence and surrounded by barbed wire. The barbed wire is full of rust and has many holes torn open.
There was no one on the sentry tower, and the demon guarding it was unknown where he had gone.
Thorn vines twine around the barbed wire and bloom into scorching red flowers.
The four seasons rotate. It's still winter in the human world, but it's midsummer in the demon world.
Many magicians and demons who cultivate immortality go back and forth here.
This area gathered into a lively market, with various shops opening at this junction.
A man in a short shirt swayed down the street of the market, dark clouds gathering above his head.
His face was painted with various paints, and he looked like a demon from some primitive tribe.
The tail of her short hair is tied with a slender black cloth strip. The hair can be tied up, and the long strip floats behind her. She has a strong figure.
His blue eyes were full of melancholy, and his brown face was full of drunken blush.
It was really terrible. The Demon Lord asked him to find Young Lord, but when he came here he drank too much, and those little guys ran away without knowing where they were.
I don't know where they got the ability to block his magic search.
Today's children are really good at learning, and they have to find a different way.
A young boy bumped past Taotie. He had short blue hair, fair skin that seemed to glow from a distance, unforgettable blue eyes, a thin figure, and a pair of low hair on his head. White animal ears that only demons have.
The aura on his body was turbid, with magic and fairy aura, and his clothes were ragged.
The shoes on the feet were in tatters, the exposed toes were still stained with blood, the fingernails had all fallen off, and the parts that had formed bloody scabs were dirty.
The eyes of the people on the street were full of disgust for this child. Even though demons and immortal monks existed equally in this market, the child who was a mixture of immortals and demons, whom they called a hybrid, was not.
Whether they are humans, demons or monks, they always like to set some boundaries. These boundaries are clear-cut and meaningless and exist only for their self-satisfaction.
Bastard children born randomly from demons and immortal monks are usually struck to death by thunder when they are born. However, this child managed to survive and lived for many years.
In this troubled world, sometimes beauty is not a good thing. If you don't have enough strength to protect yourself, beauty will become a drag.
It is not a simple child who can survive in this chaotic area.
The drunken Taotie was thinking clutteredly until he felt the breath passing by, and the wallet around his waist suddenly became lighter.
Then an idea came to my mind.
He raised his hand without looking, and a tentacle sprang out from behind him, trapping the young man tightly like a rope, and then pulled him and his wallet together.
"Don't these children today know that when you beat a dog, you have to look at the owner, and when you steal something, you also have to look at the target?"
There was a cold killing intent, as if someone put a sharp dagger on his neck and subconsciously touched his neck.
The cold tentacle tips moved and greeted him.
Then he pulled out the wallet from the young man's sleeve, and a few fell out with a clatter.
The tentacles lifted the boy, turned him upside down, shook him a few more times, and dropped a bunch of wallets.
The young man's blue eyes were red, and he was a little scared, "I know I was wrong, and I will pay you back. I will never steal anything again..."
Taotie came back to his senses, pulled the young man in front of him, and looked down at him.
"Seeing as you are very nimble with your hands and feet, why don't you find a job? I just have a good job right now."
His voice was light and as cold as the cold wind.
But the young man sensed the anger and shrank his neck and did not dare to speak.
The black tentacles strangled the back of his neck, drawing a gluttonous totem.
The young man felt his breath suffocate. It was as if the totem was not only engraved on his neck, but also pressed into his mind.
In the face of absolute strength, there is no way to escape.
What a powerful monster this drunkard is...
Taotie touched his chin, let go of his tentacles, and injected evil thoughts into the young man's mind.
Taotie smiled half-smilingly, half-drunk but half-drunk, and said, "It won't be difficult for you to find them. It seems like you've been here for a long time."
The young man glanced and nodded silently.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Xie Qingxuan."
"Qingxuan? This is a good name. From now on, you will be the first disciple of Taotie, the first general under the Demon Lord. Get up and get to work."
Xie Qingxuan was speechless, with a troubled expression on his face, but the hot totem on the back of his neck reminded him that this drunkard was not to be messed with...
Taotie reached out and tapped Xie Qingxuan's forehead, who was still in a daze.
The short blue hair grew crazily, reaching to her ankles, floating in the air like algae.
Xie Qingxuan only felt that his hands were full of strength, and his depleted meridians had never been as powerful as now.
When a weak child suddenly held a sharp stone in his hand.
He wanted to pick up a stone and hit the heads of the surrounding demons and monks who were watching the fun, until the blood splashed and tofu-like substances were scattered all over the floor.
"Go quickly, don't make me wait too long. After you find them, send me a message. I just passed on the method of sending messages to you through my magic thoughts. Come back to me after you find them." Taotie reached out and pushed Xie Qingxuan. shoulders.
Xie Qingxuan's fingers trembled with excitement. When he heard this, he closed his eyes obediently and asked with a trembling voice: "Yes, Master."
"Don't yell nonsense, I'm not your master, forget it, it's up to you."
Xie Qingxuan's eyes darkened slightly, and he wiped away the non-existent tears, "Master's kindness in understanding me, my disciple should repay it with a spring of water."
Taotie sneered, looked at him with a helpless look, and cursed in his heart, stupid kid.
Still lying to him here.
"Hurry up, why are you pretending to be with me here? Find someone for me!"
At the end of the street, there was a girl wearing a half-worn black dress, her hair was as black as black crow feathers, her face was pale, but there was an unconcealable beauty between her brows and eyes. She was Shi Qi.
