The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 1960: Unusual swamp fog

If anyone can understand the voice of the beasts in the Wugui Swamp, it must be unified: Fuck! Nima! Don't let people pass this day?

More than half a month ago, the immature little sky beast breath that appeared twice in a row hasn't dissipated yet, there is another overbearing wasteland lord in this swamp? !

What is going on? It is the little sky beast and the master of the wasteland... can't they be allowed to retreat and practice quietly, waiting for the soul swallowing bag to mature?

Fortunately, the little Celestial Beast, although the blood is noble, but very tender, even if it comes to the door for a fight, it is not certain which will win or lose.

But!

It feels too old to be the Lord of the Wasteland. They dare not provoke... In front of this ancestor, they are not even worthy to carry shoes for him!

So they can only stay in their own territory obediently, waiting patiently for the ancestors to enjoy themselves before leaving...

Three days after the poor overlords were frightened by the sturdiness, the Lord of the Wasteland finally left!

Lu Jiuque was a little unhappy in her heart. Naturally, there was not enough time for three days to find the Soul Swallow. Originally, she wanted to grab a beast and ask questions, but in these three days, let alone beasts, even animal hair. I haven't seen one...this is really no luck!

When Lu Jiuque stood in front of the crowd with a sullen expression, everyone felt that she was in a bad mood, but he didn't dare to ask anything, so he could only go back the same way.

Three days later, Lu Jiuque and his party finally returned to the entrance of Wugui Swamp.

Lu Jiuque stared solemnly at the depths of the swamp before he left with a slightly tired pace.

When there was no more breath of Lu Jiuque's group around the swamp, a breeze blew over the swamp again, gently, slowly, and softly, seemingly without lethality or destructive power at all.

However, along with this breeze, there was thick fog and poisonous gas that hung over the swamp all the year round. Where the light fog passed, the forest and vegetation immediately withered.

As if they have lost all their water, they have become scorched and shriveled...The boundary line between life and death is slowly blurred at this moment...

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In the Hejia camp, He Yao, Tang Yi, and Lei Hong were anxious. According to the original plan, they should have returned two days ago. Why have they not seen the vanguard after the whole day?

"You said...what are they going to do?" Tang Yi asked with a bitter face, and she couldn't help but grab the hem of Lei Hong's clothes.

Lei Hong didn't pull Tang Yi's hand away, nor did he quarrel with her as before, but instead patted her hand lightly to show comfort.

Tang Yi and Lei Hong fell in He Yao's eyes, as dazzling as they were, as nasty as nasty, he rolled his eyes in a bad mood and said, "Don't talk nonsense! What crow's mouth, you Just want to make Lu Jiuque have trouble?"

"I...I am not!"

"Worry less!"

"He Yao!" Tang Yi jumped up, "You are proud, arrogant and vicious, cruel, mean and shameless, you really have no advantages at all!"

"What did you say!" He Yao measured his teeth, a pair of deep eyes, burning with anger, "If you have the ability, you can say it again?"

"Say it once! You are..."

At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Lu Jiuque came in with a smiling face: "What are you talking about?"