Little Tuanzi raised his eyes, and the complex face of monsoon smoke fell into his eyes. He was ignorant. He thought that his mother finally held himself, so he wagged his tail happily. He rubbed against the arms of monsoon smoke, and the soft and waxy voice called out.

"Mother Mother... "

The heart of monsoon smoke suddenly softened.

She took a deep breath and took a look at Liuhuo. When Liuhuo saw the firmness in her eyes, she was shocked slightly, but then she smiled helplessly.

The monsoon smoke turned and looked at the soldiers in the hall.

"Today, we see only one demon king."

All the soldiers were stunned.

The monsoon smoke then said: "this little guy, he will follow me in the future."

This, already said very clear, monsoon smoke is not going to tell this little demon king's thing to Saint Dragon Emperor.

For a while, there was a commotion among the soldiers. They fought against the demon clan for many years, but never thought that a general would adopt a demon clan?

And

Still a demon king.

For a while, it's hard to accept.

There was a little hesitation on Linghe's face. He couldn't help but say to the monsoon flue: "general, this little guy is very dangerous. If you do this..."

The monsoon smoke shook its head. "I want to try."

She lowered her head and looked at the ignorant, only knowing that she was tired of her little league.

"People all say that the nature of the demon clan is bad, but What if we gave them a different environment and instilled different consciousness? "

She can't put the pure little guy who has never done anything evil on the road. She can't tolerate the holy dragon empire. She treats the destroyer as a chess piece and holds everything down.

A country that has never treated the destroyer as a human being, how to make her sincerely loyal?

If the monsoon smoke, let everybody all stupefied, nobody thought, the monsoon smoke unexpectedly can have such crazy idea.

Many soldiers were hesitant, but they suddenly remembered what situ Ba said before his death.

The death of Yang Shun was arranged by Emperor Shenglong

Once the soldiers of the burning Army thought of it, they felt cold as snow.

"General Ji, if this is your choice, we will respect and keep secrets for you." A general of the burning army stepped forward. For the public and for the private, the monsoon smoke was kind to them, and

For the empire that has been loyal for many years, there is a suspicion in their mind that they would rather hide it for the monsoon smoke.

"General, this little fellow doesn't look so terrible." The soldiers of the wolf smoke regiment also opened their mouths. They didn't think how terrible the Little Regiment would be in the future. In their mind, the monsoon smoke was almost invincible.

A demon king has been killed. If this little guy fails to learn in the future, the monsoon smoke will still be cleaned up.

Monsoon smoke laughs. Both the burning army and the wolf smoke army are heroes who keep their promises. She believes that they will keep secrets for her.

Although the little demon king is hiding, but the old demon king is to turn in, Ling He and others gathered up the old demon king's body, packed and carried it out.

But the green nightmares, who had been out of the hall, did not know when they had left.

The demon rattan that surrounds the underground world has withered and lies on the earth.

The death of the old demon king also means the victory of the battle of the bony plain.