Half Demon has an amazing name - Feiba.

"The three major surnames of the demon clan, Fei's surname is the first. My family has existed for at least one million years, much longer than humans. Almost at the same time as the demon clan, my ancestors are not slaves of the demon clan, but their ally. The demon emperor of the Fei clan has more than a thousand generations. Now there are not many descendants of the Fei clan, and I am one of them. I will show you the genealogy."

Feiba has a mouse-like appearance, with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek, his eyes dodging, and his face always seems to be a smile, trying to win the other party's favor, and also want to get sincere respect. He ate five dried fish, drank all the remaining little fresh water, and boasted about his distant family history as soon as he opened his mouth.

Mu Xingqiu didn't like this half demon very much, and even regretted giving him food and water. Feiba obviously only wanted to tell the truth when he was not awake.

"I'm asking about Pangshan." Mu Xingqiu said that they threw away the raft and were continuing to march southwest on the black turtle hard shell.

"Look at my family tree." Feiba took out a half-foot-high old scroll from his arms, spread it out carefully, and continued to say, "This is not an ordinary paper made by you humans, it is a treasure left by the ancient demons. It is more detailed than the ice surface, and can write extremely small words..."

Mu Xingqiu looked up at Fangfang who was guarding the side, grabbed the scroll, raised his voice and said, "I don't care who you are, who your ancestors are. You said 'Pangshan is going to fall off'. What does it mean?"

"Have I said it? I was hungry and thirsty at the time, and I was confused. I could say anything. Don't take it too seriously. I'm just talking nonsense." Feiba said with a smile. His left leg had not been lost for too long, and he was not used to the wooden sticks he picked up. So he sat on the hard shell and reached out to touch it a few times, "Is this...is this a tortoiseshell shell? It's so big, I've never seen it before..."

Mu Xingqiu picked up the half demon with both hands, sent him to the edge of the shell ship, stuffed the scroll back into his arms, and said, "Let's jump down by yourself?"

"Ah? I can't swim."

"You are the descendant of Queen Fei, and order the Siren to help you."

"Haha. Are you kidding? There is not even a deserted island here, where does the sirens come from?"

"That's your business. I am Taoist Pangshan and I have no match for the demon clan. It's not my original intention to save your life. Since you are already awake, please find your own way of life. I can't help you."

Fangfang stood behind Feiba and heard Mu Xingqiu's serious threat. She couldn't help but smirk, but her eyes never left him for a moment.

Feiba hugged Mu Xingqiu's thigh, "Don't leave me behind and take me to see Grandmaster Pangshan. Or any Grandmaster, I have important secrets that are enough to make you a great contribution."

As a half demon, Feiba has no special ability and his power is no different from that of ordinary people. Mu Xingqiu estimated that his demon body was only a few feet tall, so he gently broke free from the entanglement. "I am just an ordinary Taoist priest, and I am not qualified to introduce the master for you, and I cannot make any contribution."

"You just need to take me to Qishan." Feiba showed a very flattering smile, not knowing that such a look would only make him even more annoying. "I will find a way to do other things myself. If I get benefits, I will never forget you... the two of you."

Mu Xingqiu looked up and pretended to think, "No, Qishan is no place to enter? I took you in, and people thought I was colluding with the demon clan." After that, he kicked half of the demon into the sea.

Feiba struggled in the water in a hurry and shouted: "Help! Help! I can't swim..."

Fangfang was a little surprised and asked in a low voice: "I really don't care about him?"

Mu Xingqiu smiled and blinked, saying that he had his own sense of responsibility. After all, this was not a war period. The half-demon seemed to have hidden secrets. Mu Xingqiu would not let him die like this.

The shell ship was sailing farther and farther away, Feiba was really scared, the ocean was boundless, and even sitting on the boat was dizzy, so immersed in it made him panic, "Save me!" He raised his arms and drank several sips of sea water, "I say everything, really, everything!"

Mu Xingqiu took off the long whip, threw it out with force, rolled up half of the demon, and pulled him back to the shell ship.

Feiba vomited several big saliva, clutched his hands tightly on the edge of the hard shell, curled up all over his body, and let out a whimpering sob from his mouth, like a hurt dog.

Mu Xingqiu didn't have much sympathy for Half Demon, so he kicked him gently, "I'm waiting for you to speak."

Feiba shook violently, so frightened that he dared not look up, but he still talked about his miserable experiences. Fangfang felt a little sympathetic to him, but Mu Xingqiu had an intuition that half of the fear of the demon was half true, and half was a performance. Weakness may be his special ability, and he hoped to use this method to seek a way out.

"I am the descendant of Fei Queen Fei of the Demon Clan." Feiba was used to this beginning and opened his mouth, "Born in Nanshan, a country where he sacrificed his life, his father was a local guardian, and his mother was a princess of the dynasty. When I was seven years old, I was captured by robbers and went to the land of demons..."

Mu Xingqiu frowned, "I was kidnapped at the age of seven. Where did you get the family tree?"

Feiba shook violently again, as if he had not heard a human question, and continued to say: "I have been a follower for many great monsters, and I have been to the tent of the demon guard Qi Wuxia."

Mu Xingqiu winked at Fangfang, indicating a small accident.

Feiba didn't know that these two Taoist priests of Pangshan recognized Qi Wuxia and explained: "Qi Wuxia is the twin brother of the demon king Qi Wushang and is also one of his guards. The demon king and demon queen were captured. Qi Wuxia went to Yi Shijun for help. As a convention, he gave it to Yi Shijun ten little demons, including me."

Feiba finally talked about what Mu Xingqiu was interested in, but his emotions collapsed. He hugged in the hard shell and started crying. Mu Xingqiu was extremely impatient when he heard it. Under Fangfang's hint, he did not kick him.

Feiba cried for a while, raised his head, his face full of snot and tears. He wiped it randomly with his sleeves, checked the family tree in his arms, and found that it was still there, and felt relieved in his heart, and squeezed out a flattering smile at the human race, "Please forgive me for losing my composure for a moment, and the miserable demon is full of sadness. Since I was captured at the age of seven, I have not lived a good life. Alas, Queen Fei's descendants have become a fishy place..."

Mu Xingqiu glared a little, "Tell me about this strange king, what kind of demon is he? What ambition is he hiding?"

Feiba hurriedly continued to the main topic, "Mr. Yi Shijun is talented and elegant, can speak at half a year, can recite at three years old, can think at five years old, answer questions and answer questions at seven years old, and be determined to rebuild the great cause of the demon clan at ten years old. The man thought that the demon clan was declining..."

This is obviously a flattery that Feiba usually praises Yi Shijun. She is extremely skillful and can't stop blurting out. It takes a quarter of an hour to end. The words are gorgeous, but the content is very simple. Mu Xingqiu understands two things: "Yi Shijun is three thousand years old this year and has been studying the history of the demon clan, hoping to retrieve those powerful magic that has been lost for a long time."

Feiba nodded, and the smile on his face naturally turned to reverence. This was probably his fixed expression after reciting flattery.

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang looked at each other and both lost trust in this half demon. In ancient times, the lifespan of Taoist priests was indeed very long. The one who obeyed the Sun Mirror even lasted for five or six thousand years. However, as the Taoist priests became stronger, their lifespan was shortened. The last Taoist priest who obeyed the Sun Mirror only lived for four thousand years. Only a very small number of people in the Nine Daotongs have reached the realm of obeying the Moon Mirror, and the one who lived the longest for only more than a thousand years.

An old demon who can live for three thousand years, even if it is true, should be famous all over the world and will never be unknown in the Taoist throne.

Mu Xingqiu did not ask this. This was not a question he was concerned about. Feiba was just a little demon and didn't seem to know the truth very well. "Qi Wuxia gave you to Yi Shijun, which happened almost three and a half years ago."

"It's exactly." Feiba was cheering, as if this time was a great event for him.

"Qi Wuxia is dead."

"What a pity." Feiba's tone did not mean any regret, but instead felt a little satisfied. "I lived the longest time among Lord Yi Shijun's entourage..."

"I have lived the longest time? Is this Yi Shijun sucking people?"

Mu Xingqiu asked casually, but Feiba's body shook even more violently. He buried his head between his arms and made a whimpering sound, as if he was crying and begging for mercy.

"He was frightened." Fangfang's sympathy became even more obvious.

Mu Xingqiu curled his lips, "Is your left leg eaten by Yi Shijun?"

Feiba looked up again, his face turned pale and almost transparent. He pressed his hand on the wooden stick that replaced his left leg and said carefully in a hoarse and low voice: "This is a reward. Yi Shijun said that I have served for so long and deserved the reward."

"Give you a stick?"

"No, I installed the stick myself." Feiba looked around and his voice became even lower, "Yi Shijun ate my left leg. This is the reward. He said that he would eat my other leg in a few days as the highest reward. I... I like this right leg very much, so I found an opportunity to escape. The land was blocked by the Nine Daotong. I had to build a raft myself and travel south to the sea. However, the ocean was too big, and I brought not enough food and water..."

Yi Shijun was obviously a cruel and domineering monster who ate all his servants, but as a demon clan, this was not the most cruel behavior. Mu Xingqiu was still not moved, "You haven't mentioned Pang Shan yet."

"Ah?" Feiba thought for a while, "Yes, Pang Shan. Before I escaped from Yi Shijun's residence, I had received a group of big monsters, all of which were over nine meters tall, at least one hundred. They came to Yi Shijun for advice and offered one hundred small monsters of various types. Yi Shijun was very happy and ate fifty on the spot. Then he said that the demon clan was about to rise, and he installed the inner responders in the Taoist dynasty. Everyone was ready, and the inner responders would take action soon, and the demon clan would be able to regain the old place of the demon clan."

"Inner Responsibility? The King of Yi Shi said it was Pangshan Taoist Orthodox?"

"I...I'm not sure. You called yourself a disciple of Pangshan at that time, so I just said Pangshan casually, but what I told the truth is that at least there are internal supporters of the demon clan in one Taoist throne."

Mu Xingqiu was half-believing and half-doubted, looking at Fangfang, "If it were Pang Shan, it should be either those big monsters whose inner alchemy had been taken away, or…"

They are those who are highly doubted non-demons.

Mu Xingqiu couldn't say it, but he didn't believe in Feiba anymore.

Feiba saw Taoist Pang Shan’s doubts, took out the family tree from his arms again, and said with certainty: “I have evidence.”

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