Chapter 141

From that day on, Qinyu County in Shuzhou was short of a Baili county magistrate, but the imperial court had an old white rabbit with steel teeth, the imperial censor Baili Yi.

It took a lot of money to transfer from a local official to a Beijing official.

Of course, these are just a drop in the bucket for Mo Yan, President of Tianyan chamber of Commerce.

Fortunately, bailiyi was also very competitive. In five years, he rose steadily from a small censor of seven grades to a censor of four grades. Now the head of the Inspectorate, who is in his seventies, has the intention of returning home. No accident, the successor is bailiyi.

"Brother five, you're here."

Old four blood sickle, holding a stack of books higher than his half body, came in from the door. When he saw Bai Liyi, he immediately showed a smile.

At the moment, the blood sickle doesn't look like the cruel killer, but a sunshine brother next door.

The shadow killing Pavilion is as close as a family, even closer than brothers and sisters.

Although Bai Liyi ranked the blood sickle, he put more than 20 thick ancient books on the table in front of Mo Yan's body and said, "Lord, all the books about the atlas of demon clan are here. There are 15 books in it, all about the records, pictures and patterns of the powerful big demons. "

Mo Yan Feng's eyes were full of hot emotions.

After he came back from the secret place of burning Xi, he always thought about xiaomomo.

The little guy seems to take root in his heart. From time to time, three or five will appear in his spiritual world and always think of it.

He was curious about her.

What kind of demon is she?

Even the Xuanwu demon, one of the four sacred beasts, was completely ignored.

So, can he boldly speculate that she has the same extraordinary origin as Xuanwu, and even exists in the myth and legend?

So, as soon as Mo Yan came back, he ordered blood sickle to search for the big demon atlas.

Mo Yan turned the atlas attentively.

Candle nine Yin, No.

Dangkang, No.

Lion dragon, No.

Chongming is not.

No, not to mention.

One, one, another.

Mo Yan compared the pattern with the record, turned for a whole hour, but no big demon's appearance could match his little Momo's.

Even, there are very few big demons in the form of wool.

The only one we can find is called nightmare. It's a big demon that can make and eat dreams. It looks like a hair ball, but it's pure black hair ball, and its eyes are very dark, without horns.

It's an hour.

The sickle of blood was standing on one side, several times ready to speak.

He was young. Although he was very cold when he killed people and carried out tasks, he was actually a busy man. He talked a lot with people he knew. Shen fan even gave him a nickname parrot spirit.

When Mo Yan turned over the book for two hours, the blood sickle could no longer be held back.