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Feng Ye was fiddling around the fire. The leading demon cultivator didn't order him to be captured, and the other demon cultivators didn't do anything either. He was just a kid, and no one took him seriously.
Feng Ye sat by the fire, stirring the flames with a fire-stirring stick in his hand. As he stirred, the fire became more intense. However, they were roasting the game at the time, so they didn't roast anyone over the fire.
"You just wait a moment. It will be your turn when the game is roasted." A demon cultivator said sinisterly, and stabbed the game roasting on the fire with a knife. Blood flowed into the fire, making a hissing sound.
The mercenaries who were tied up and piled together suddenly had a change of expression, because they felt a pair of small hands quietly moving among them...
As time passed, the game was soon cooked, and the rich aroma of meat filled the air. Feng Ye couldn't help swallowing and watched eagerly.
"Uncle, I want to eat meat, too." Feng Ye came to the leading demon cultivator and watched him eat meat and drink wine. He couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, what does the wine taste like?"
"Want to drink?" The demon cultivator glanced at him with a half-smile: "You little brat want to drink too?"
"My father didn't let me drink at home, so I didn't know what wine tasted like." He looked greedy, pulled the sleeve of the demon cultivator and shook it, and said in a child's tone of coquettishness to his relatives: "Uncle, uncle, just give me a sip! I'll just drink a small sip."
Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to get so close to him. Looking at the delicate and lovely appearance of this little kid and listening to his tender and soft words, the demon cultivator handed over the wine bag filled with wine.
Feng Ye's eyes lit up, and he happily held the wine bag and drank a few sips. However, just these few sips made him choke and his face turned red. He kept coughing: "Cough, cough, cough, it's so spicy!"
He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, with one hand fanning his mouth. His appearance made all the demon cultivators around him laugh.
"Hahahaha! Look at that little guy."
The demon cultivator in the lead also laughed a few times and continued to drink his wine. After an incense stick of time, a bloodthirsty look flashed in his eyes and he shouted, "Come here! Put them one by one on the fire and roast them!"
"Yes!" The demon cultivators responded excitedly. When they were about to step forward, they saw the kid who had drunk a few sips of wine suddenly stood up staggeringly and started talking nonsense.
"Two heads? Uncle? How come you have another head? Uncle, you..." Feng Ye said, his body swayed, and he fell into the arms of the demon cultivator.
The demon cultivator's eyes darkened slightly, and when he stretched out his hand to push the man away, he saw a ray of cold light reflected and stabbed towards his chest.
"Um!"
Because he was completely unprepared, even if he reacted when he saw the cold light refracted, he was unable to dodge in time and was stabbed. When he waved his hand to strangle the little ghost to death, he saw that the little ghost had retreated several meters away.
That speed made even him slightly stunned.
“Kill them!”
The leading demon cultivator gave an order, wanting to kill those mercenaries together with the two little ghosts, but who knew that when he shouted in a voice containing spiritual energy, he realized something was wrong.