Is the young master of the demon race skinned again today 28
Why is this, why?
The Demon Lord has snatched his head.
On this day, the Demon Lord Rising was walking on the street, preparing to go to the gymnasium next to the royal city to see what was fun inside, and let his grandson mention this all day long when he came back.
As soon as I walked to the city gate, I heard someone screaming in panic.
"Monster, the monster has entered the city! Run!"
"No, go and find the young master! Help!"
"Young Master, help us, we are going to be beaten to death!"
"Young Master, Young Master!"
When the Demon Lord Burning heard this, he frowned. It was so unstable! What a big deal, wasn’t it just that the monster suddenly attacked? This kind of thing had happened before. Isn’t it enough to just cut the monster to death?
Still called Young Master?
The bastards are really worse than each generation, getting weaker and weaker! It’s so inconsistent!
When I encounter a small thing, I get confused and panic. I only know how to call the young master. It's so...
So witty!
Damn it!
Who will tell him why a level 12 monster appeared at the door?
Why did the monster that the top ten demons who almost won the battle together back then appeared here?
The Demon Lord turned around and ran away. Although he had lived long enough, it did not mean he had lived enough.
After running a few steps, a figure flashed in the air, crossed his head and went straight to the city gate.
"Young Master, it's the Young Master!"
"Young Master, please help me!"
Cheers sounded one after another behind him.
The Demon Lord Rising stopped, turned around, and looked at the group of evil and evil demons who were usually evil and complained like bullied children.
"Young master, this monster is so fierce. My brother was swept away by his tail, and he still didn't know how to live or die. Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo
"Young Master, this monster is too strong. The guards at the city gate are no match for them at all."
"It's so terrifying that it knocked us away with just one claw."
"Young Master, this is a level twelve monster." An older demon clan recognized the level of this monster.
"No wonder, it's pretty good." Tian Miao raised his eyebrows. The monster in front of him was pitch black and bigger than a leopard. He also had three pairs of black wings on his back, his limbs were stable, and his eyes were still blue.
The Demon Lord took a small step and quietly approached Tianmiao. He thought Tianmiao hadn't noticed it.
As a result, Tian Miao turned his head and looked at the Demon Lord Lan and said, "Why are you here?"
"Isn't this trying to see the young master's heroic figure close up?" The Demon Lord was startled first, and then smiled awkwardly.
"I think you are thinking that when this monster kills me, your grandson will have a chance to be a demon king." Tian Miao said coldly.
"No, Young Master, how could you think of me like this?" The Demon Lord Lan was shocked and quickly denied it.
"Your grandson does have a chance to be a demon king." Tian Miao suddenly curled his lips and smiled.
"When?" The Demon Lord of the Demon was asked quickly, and asked, hurriedly covering his mouth, why could he not control his mouth? He was so easily taken out by this little girl.
"When I don't want to be a demon king." Tian Miao chuckled, threw down this sentence, flew forward to fight against the monsters.
The Demon Lord Lan was stunned. The young master was mocking him for his delusions. Is it impossible for such a day?
Tianmiao stood a little on the toes and looked down at it on the roof closest to the monster.
"Give you two chances, either die or surrender." Tianmiao's voice was faint and without any emotion, as if he was talking about such a dull thing as I had just had a meal.