The heroine of the abuse text just wants to fly to become a fairy

Three hours later.

The setting sun falls on the desert, and the wind and sand blowing up are a little confusing.

But the front is no longer the endless yellow sand, greenery grows on the side of the road.

Fang Qingya cheered up: "Are we here?"

In front of them is a village with simple and simple houses and unmodified dirt roads. The low-level monsters come and go, and the characteristics of the incomplete orcs still remain on them.

This is Yaobei?
Impossible, although Yaobei is a collective name, but Yaobei City is the capital of the king.

This must be a small village on the edge of the Northwest Monster Race.

These Yaozu didn't respond when they saw a stranger coming to the village.

Chu is a bit strange at this age. As the necessary trade route to reach Yaobei, why does this place look so... dilapidated.

Anyway, I should do some small business and the like, and I don't have to be so poor. Could it be that the monsters here like such a simple and simple life?

If so, how could these people's expressions be so bitter and bitter?

Chengfeng called a passerby to ask the way: "Auntie, is this Yaobei?"

The caught middle-aged woman glanced at her strangely: "No, go straight ahead."

After finishing speaking, he bypassed them and walked quickly, obviously not wanting to say a word.

"It's so strange, them." Fang Qingya rubbed his chin, "The residents of our commercial road are very hospitable, and the streets are full of various shops doing business."

Su Yao is also puzzled: "maybe The monster race in Yaobei hates the human race more."

"Forget it, let's move on."

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Yaobei City.

The red wall is red, the guards are heavily guarded, and the blood-red banner is blown by the wind in the night.

Inside the palace.

The elderly demon king sat on the steps, squinted his eyes, and quietly listened to the report of the man at the bottom of the steps.

He has lived for too long, but he can't go any further in his cultivation, and has been stuck in the middle of the tribulation, not to mention breaking through to Mahayana, he will soon have his lifespan approaching.

"Father, the longevity of the residents of Eternal Night City are all here."

After Wen Renjing finished speaking, immediately some palace servants walked up with a tray.

Inside the tray was a bright red heart, the size of a palm, which was still beating.

Compared with the freshly picked jujube, this heart that is several times larger has been refined to provide more pure vitality and longevity.

The demon king raised his eyelids and glanced: "Yes."

The palace man placed the tray on the desk in front of him and retreated.

"Too little." After a while, the demon king said, "Anyway, those people are just young people, and it's okay to absorb more of their vitality."

"Next time, I don't want to see only this little bit."

Wen Renjing felt an invisible coercion enveloped him, bowed his head respectfully, his eyelashes covered his eyes, and cast a deep shadow: "Yes."

Only then did the demon king close his eyes in satisfaction: "Go down."

"Yes." Wen Renjing withdrew.

Wu Yan walked out of the hall, out of the palace gate, and stood under the high palace wall with a sneer on his lips.

"My lord, according to the king's words, increase the number of attacks against Eternal Night City..."

Wen Renjing raised his hand to interrupt him: "No need, he has lived long enough."

He smiled: "No matter what it is, if you live for a long time, you will become confused."

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

Wen Renjing spread out his palms, and there was a heart the size of a jujube lying on his palms: "An important guest is here, so you should welcome him well."