Such a verdict must be hasty.

It is also extremely unfair.

Whether it is his current identity or the current trend between the two tribes of humans and demons, it prompts him not to easily judge the life and death of a human or monster.

so...

"Is there anything I want to say?"

After patting the monster's side face, Lu Yuan put the wanted order in front of the other party, ignored the monster's hatred gaze, and asked expressionlessly.

to be honest.

He doesn't want to kill a good person by mistake.

I don't want to kill a good demon by mistake.

After all, the palms and backs of his hands are all flesh. He has become a mixed race. Whether it is against humans or monsters, he will only lose the power he can use indiscriminately.

There is no doubt.

This is a loss-making deal.

Therefore, even though the wanted order was written, Lu Yuan did not fully believe it. Instead, he gave the other party a chance to defend himself with a bad attitude.

As for whether the other party defends...

Anyway, it has nothing to do with him.

As for whether the defense can be successful...

It has nothing to do with him either.

However, Lu Yuan, who is a mixed human-dragon race, can indeed view this issue in this way; but for a pure-blooded monster, this issue can actually be treated in a different way.

For example...

This question is ridiculing it!

certainly.

It may also be humiliating it!

In fact, the reason why I think this way is mainly because the concept of the separation of shemale and monsters has been subtly penetrated into the concepts of most humans and monsters for a considerable period of time.

Changes can definitely be changed.

After all, there is never something that is eternal.

But how to change...

In short, it is definitely not something that can be completely changed overnight.

Therefore, after silently lifting the eyelids, a sneer was squeezed out on the purple-green face. As his lips slightly twitched, a mouthful of black blood with rust smell had been spit out by the demon king on Lu Yuan's face.

Seeing this scene, Huan Du Luolan's little face was instantly covered with frost. Yuan Mao, who was behind Lu Yuan, instantly left the black knife in his hand, revealing a black blade that was long with one finger.

The extremely strong smell of blood spread almost instantly with the appearance of this small blade.

In the air, blood-colored arcs even appeared faintly; but perhaps because of quality problems, these blood-colored arcs that seemed virtual and solid quickly broke and then continued to reorganize restlessly.

Repeated and repeated.

It's like a cycle of reincarnation.

Huandu Luolan obviously smelled the disgusting smell of blood. Her little face that had just become gloomy could not help but turn white for a moment, and her neck twitched unconsciously, obviously suppressing the urge to retching.

certainly.

This black old blood did not really touch Lu Yuan's face, and even Lu Yuan's clothes were not stained with any of them.

After all, Lu Yuan’s cultivation is there.

Not to mention a new demon king, even if the world-famous demon king comes, in front of the demon king, he is just a larger ant!

A line of difference, a world of difference.

Even if you can't even get hurt, how can you cause trouble to Lu Yuan with a mouthful of old blood?

Yuan Mao and Huan Luolan also felt the same way.

But I feel it.

Yuan Mao knew very well that the ruler was humiliating his ministers and died.

As for Huandu Luolan, although Lu Yuan has not admitted it from any angle, Huandu Luolan has unilaterally determined that the two have masters and apprentices.

And when the master is humiliated...

Regardless of whether it can be done or not, my apprentices must not stand by and watch!

only...

"Don't get angry."

He calmly moved the black old blood in the air to the face of the unhygienic monster. Lu Yuan stretched out his hand expressionlessly; his left hand pressed on the magic weapon in Yuan Mao's hand, pushed the black blade that was long with one finger back, and his right hand pressed into the void, blocking the fluctuation spreading from Huan Duluolan's hand.

Anger is inevitable.

This is something that every creature has.

But whether it is a killer because of anger or torture the enemy because of anger, it is not something a rational person should do.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

What's more, a mouthful of old blood is not considered a grudge.

only...

Lu Yuan could only hope that this unhygienic monster did not do anything harmful to the world, nor did he commit the crimes described in the wanted order, but was wronged by some of the scumbags in the Yiqidao League.

In this way, he could even reluctantly convince himself to be open about the matter.

If the wanted order is correct...

Then we have to settle the new and old accounts together!

Thinking of this, Lu Yuan was too lazy to continue asking the monster whose face was covered with blood. He slapped the wanted order on the ground with a blank expression, then pulled out a stone chair from the ground behind him and sat down calmly.

"You have some time to admit or refute the crimes written on it; but from the moment, there is not much time left for you."

Lu Yuan's kind proposal was obviously ignored by this decisive monster; because compared to his argument with a human, as the demon king, it is more willing to ask some questions it urgently wants to know.

For example...

"When did your monsters in the south become human lackeys?!"

"And, if I read it correctly, that little girl seems to be from the Yue Ti clan, right?"

"Can the Yue Ti clan relies on this little girl's skin..."

boom!!!

Accompanied by this huge sonic boom, circles of white waves spread between Lu Yuan and the monster, not only directly suppressing the earth fog rising around, but also extinguishing the dull bone explosion sound.

Accompanied by the whine of the mountains not far away and the sound of gravel falling to the ground, Lu Yuan, who was squinting his eyes, slowly put away his index finger and gently knocked on the armrest of the stone chair under his body with the joints of the index finger.

In an instant, a huge figure covered in blood suddenly appeared in front of Lu Yuan, and was even thrown to the place where he had just lying flat.

No one knows how this monster came back.

But everyone saw Lu Yuan's unconcealed stopping action.

A index finger.

An understatement of a bounce.

He beat a demon king to death.

To be honest, after comparison, Huandu Luolan suddenly discovered that the demon kings who had been killed in one move in the south seemed hopeless.

after all...

Although she was also beaten with one move, no matter what, her master was asked to use the extremely powerful magic weapon...

Although she is still wondering whether she, a cheap master, deliberately gave face to the South Kingdom; but whether it is, whether it is better to defeat the Demon King with her fingers or defeat the Demon King with magic weapons, she thinks she can still recognize which of the two is better.

People will die, and goods will be thrown away.

That's what I'm talking about.

After Huandu Luolan was distracted for a moment, the first sentence that came into her ears was from Lu Yuan's extremely calm voice.

"In the past, I said: People always die, but some people need a little help."

"Now, I think this sentence can be changed."

"Demons are always going to die, but some monsters need a little help."

"only..."

"If you plan to try to speed up the arrival of help in this rude way, then as a helpful person, I will naturally meet your request; even if your request is indeed very impolite, I would like to give you a piece of advice at this last moment..."

"If you want to die, you have the final say."
To be continued...