Probably because he is a demon, Yan Ge still feels very kind to the demon king in front of him.

Although the demon king's breath was a bit dangerous, she did not take it seriously.

For a good-looking and capable male, Yange has always been more forgiving, so he never cared about his rudeness.

The demon king did not reach out to answer the scales in the singer. He bowed his head, drew down the emotions on his face, and whispered, "I have heard from the elders before that every dragon will be called by his ancestors when he will die Going to the buried land of Shenlong Valley, the dragon bone originally belongs to Shenlong Valley. I was angry because the dragon bone was stolen by the human race. Now that I know where the dragon bone has gone, I feel relieved. "

The dragon scales in the girl's hands glowed with golden light, and it was clear that the pure and strong aura was washed away in the dragon scales. The coercion in the dragon scales was even greater than the former dragon bones, and he did not even dare to look directly.

For the sake of that race, she would rather use her scales instead.

She, what kind of people do you like?

The demon king's eyes were dimmed: "The body's parents who feel the skin, even if their predecessors are dragons, should not treat themselves like this, the scales should let it grow back."

How can the removed scales grow back again, and the words sang with a smile: "Anyway, most of this thing is that it is not a big deal to dismantle one piece, and you are also a junior, when this is my meeting ceremony for you. "

She stuffed the scales into the hands of the demon king.

He was holding the scales in both hands. The scales were still faint and there was still heat. He squeezed his fingers slowly and squeezed a little harder.

Yan Ge didn't notice his abnormality: "You're about to rob yourself?"

Others can't see the status of the demon king, but the song can be seen at a glance.

The demon king nodded, his eyes could not help but narrowed the altar not far away.

He is the demon king, and Lei Jie will be more powerful.

But now that the altar is destroyed, the day of the calamity may be his death.

"Nothing will happen," Yange said, "I can restore the altar to its original state."

When Bai Zhi took away a scale from the Song of Songs and gave it to the Demon King, his consciousness had been paying attention to the situation of the Song of Songs and the King of Demon.

Hearing the words of the song, not only did he not feel a little relaxed, but he felt even more uncomfortable.

He was accustomed to the umbrella of others, never thinking that one day, someone would help him carry everything.

When Bai Zhi kept researching these runes on the altar, Yange chatted with Hu Tianhaiti, the young and promising young demon of the demons, and instructed them to practice.

Although she is not a real dragon, she is also a tree charm that has existed for thousands of years in the heavens and the earth. It is no different from a demon. Her insights in practice have her own truth.

The soul of the dragon is powerful. When Yange points to these demon repairs, he can still feel the joy of the host.

About the life in the host's imagination is like this. Be a demon ancestor, preach and preach, and be respected and loved by all the demon people.

After spending a full year, Bai Zhi finally thoroughly studied all the runes on the altar.

He was bent on repairing the altar by his own ability, so that she would not have to make a fortune for herself, but after all the runes had been studied, he knew how ridiculous it was to repair the altar by himself.

The shrine that cannot be destroyed by thunder can be destroyed by Xiang Linger in one hit, because Xiang Linger is a human being.

This altar and the spiritual spirit of the cultivation, he could not even start.