Wan Minsheng said warmly, "Come in."
Following his voice, a door in the vine garden wall outside automatically opened, and two people followed in.
Well, let's just say there are two people -
One of the guys was estimated to be about three meters tall, and was wearing a pair of jeans that he got from somewhere. There was a hole in the jeans, and they looked a little damp.
He wore a neat suit on his upper body, a snow-white shirt tucked into his trouser belt, and a bright red tie. He didn't look very elegant at all, and instead looked a bit incongruous and silly.
However, the most eye-catching thing about this person is that behind his arms, there are two super-large wings.
Just walked in, dragging its wings on the ground, like a... defeated rooster.
But this man held his head high and chest out, and did not look defeated at all.
Looking at the face, it has a pointed oval head, covered with black hair, a pair of eerie and unruly eyes, an aquiline nose, and a pointed mouth like a woodpecker, with two furry ears on each side.
Looking at the head, it's like an owl, looking at the wings, it's like a big eagle, looking at the legs... well, it's barely a human being!
I almost forgot to mention that this guy was wearing a pair of big, shiny leather shoes, they must be specially made!
Because these shoes are like two small boats. No matter whether it is humans or witches, they definitely don’t have feet that big...
As for the other one, he was completely black, without any clothes on, just black hair, which covered everything and made him look pure color.
There was a curved horn on its head, and there were five eyes, flickering and blinking. The five eyes flashed continuously, like five searchlights scanning back and forth.
At this moment, the five eyes of this person were blinking at the clothes on the guy with wings next to him. He looked a little envious, as if the other person was wearing something very high-end and classy... I have nothing, I am very ashamed...
It's like a pauper meeting a rich man and feeling inferior, but still trying hard to pretend to have the self-respect of "I'm poor but I'm proud, I'm poor but I'm proud, I'm poor and you're rich but I won't eat a grain of rice from your house".
Under such gazes, the man in the suit with wings dragging in the weird outfit became even more arrogant, complacent, and more high-spirited...
"Si Er Peng, are you on duty in your demon tribe this year?"
The old man Wan Minsheng was sitting leisurely and said to the man in the suit.
"Yes, yes. Master Wan, I now have a name. It's Peng Si'er. I'm no longer called Si'er Peng." This Peng Si'er smiled somewhat flatteringly, but still couldn't help showing off his new name.
He glanced at Mo Nineteen beside him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.
Country bumpkin, do you have a name? Demon Clan? Demon Nineteen? Just your name... Hehe, it really makes me feel stupid!
Zuo Xiaoduo inside almost laughed out loud.
Peng with four ears
It seems that it is not as good as Si'erpeng.
Besides, what difference does it make
"Okay, Peng Si'er."
Wan Minsheng has a very good temper, which Zuo Xiaoduo has verified. He even praised him, "Peng Si'er, your name is very good."
Then he looked up and down and said, "This outfit is quite good."
Peng Si'er became more and more complacent. He straightened his suit, pulled the corners of his clothes, and straightened his tie. His face was full of glory and boasting. He said, "The other day I went to the city of the Wu Clan and heard them say that this is the most popular thing now. So I bought several hundred sets each. I should have also bought a hat, but unfortunately my head is too pointy and I can't wear it..."
As he said this, he took out a hat from the ring and put it on his head.
It turned out to be a white hat, on top of the pointed head, like a skinny mushroom with its cap drooping. He sighed and took it off again: "Unless I change my head, but if I change it, no one will recognize me in our forest of demons. Instead, a bunch of kids will treat me as a fat sheep and want to eat me... Damn it..."
Mo Shijiu was not happy and said, "Peng Si'er, I envy you a new name. You can go to a human city and dress up so beautifully. I envy you too. Your clothes are really cool. I am also jealous... But there is one thing you need to understand; this is the Forest of Demon Spirits, not the Forest of Monster Spirits."
Peng Si'er turned his head, his eyes suddenly flashing with ferocity: "What qualifications do you demons have to put the word 'demon' in front of the Spirit Forest? Are you worthy? Are you demons worthy?"
Mo Nineteen was not willing to be outdone: "Do you, the demon race, have the qualifications? We clearly reached a consensus last time. If this entire forest is to be named uniformly, it will be called the Forest of Spirits, Demons and Monsters!"
Peng Si'er was furious: "It's clearly called the Forest of Spiritual Demons! You demons are still thieves, and you actually want to be ranked ahead of us. Not only is it wishful thinking, it's also shameless! Back then, when our two demon emperors unified the world, you demons were just a low-level race and could only be slaves... We beat you up and whip you whenever we want..."
Mo Shijiu was furious: "You also said it was back then, but that was so many years ago. At that time, your great-great ...
Peng Si'er still looked up with infinite glory: "This is the glorious deed of my ancestors! If I forget it, I will be ungrateful. If I always mention it, I will be a filial son and a virtuous grandson! Back then, my ancestor Kunpeng followed the two demon kings, fought against heaven and earth, established immortal merits, and was even revered as a demon master... He was feared by the world and admired by people from all over the world!"
Mo Shijiu sneered and said, "I heard that Demon Master Kunpeng later betrayed the Demon King. No, he betrayed the Demon Clan."
"Fuck you!"
Peng Si'er jumped up, as if he had been poked in a sore spot, and cursed: "What good are you demons? Your demon ancestor, in the end, was still..."
Demon Nineteen also became furious: "That is destiny! That is destiny, you know that! The magical power is not as good as destiny, haven't you ever heard of this saying!"
What Mojiu said seemed to make sense, but everyone could hear the bitterness of the hero's weakness...
"No! I only know that your ancestors were defeated by my ancestors, and you are also defeated by me. That's it!" Peng Si'er became more and more demanding.
The argument between the two became more and more intense.
whoosh!
Seeing Peng Si'er taking out the ghost-head knife, his eyes flashed with ferocity.
puff!
Mo Shijiu also raised his mace and gritted his teeth.
It seemed that the demon and the monster were about to fight to the death.
"I'm going to beat you to death, you devil!"
"I will kill you, you devil!"
Zuo Xiaoduo tried his best to control himself and managed not to burst out laughing.
These two guys are so funny. Aren’t they here to perform crosstalk
"cough!"
Just when the demon tribe and the monster tribe were about to start a war, Wan Minsheng finally coughed and said with a slightly unhappy tone: "Are you going to fight here?"
Mo Shijiu and Peng Si'er's faces suddenly changed when they heard this. They rubbed their hands together and laughed awkwardly.
In an instant, he changed from a ferocious look to a harmless look.
"Haha, we are just bickering as usual." Peng Si'er put the ghost-head knife back under his suit.
"It's okay. Daily quarrels are good for your physical and mental health."
Mo Shijiu put the mace into the space ring, but when he saw that Peng Si'er did not put the ghost-head knife away, he rolled his eyes and took out the mace again and put it on his back, firstly for easy access and secondly to guard against accidents.
"Tell me, what are you doing here?"
Wan Minsheng felt helpless when he saw the actions of these two idiots, but he was really good at cultivating his energy, and he had a good temper and good self-cultivation, so he felt that the current scene was a bit cheerful.
"I'm following the boss's orders and am here to bring some Demon Cloud Water to you, Mr. Wan." Peng Si'er said.
"I am also following the boss's orders to come and give some Demon Soul Water to Mr. Wan." said Mo Shijiu.
Wan Minsheng said kindly, "Then put your things down and go back quickly. Thank the bosses of both of your families for me."
The two guys happily took out a large bucket of water from the ring. Each bucket weighed about several hundred kilograms and placed it in the yard.
Then the two guys started to hesitate again, looking at each other with dagger-like eyes, which meant: "Why don't you leave?"
Obviously something is wrong.
"Is there anything else? Just tell me!" Wan Minsheng asked.
"Cough cough." Peng Si'er coughed.
"Cough cough!" Mo Nineteen also coughed.
They glared at each other, neither of them willing to speak first.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Haven't you finished your business?" Peng Si'er was annoyed and furious, and finally couldn't help but speak.
"Why aren't you leaving yet? Haven't you finished your work yet?" Mo Nineteen was also angry and retorted in a cold voice.
"Okay, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it together." Wan Minsheng still smiled and didn't take it as an offense at all.
A spirit watched a demon and a monster quarreling, but he was like an old man watching his grandchildren bickering, his temper was really good.
“It’s like this…” Peng Si’er glared at Mo Shijiu, then said, “Our boss wants to ask Elder Wan for instructions. This… Today, there was a powerful Extreme Flame True Fire in the sky, which crossed the border and fell into our area… Ahem…”
"Is it that the ancient prophecy has come true? Is it... is it really... ahem, is it that the day for our ancestors to return is coming soon?"
"The boss said that according to the ancient prophecy, the true fire of the ancestor witch, this... that... will indicate whether the ancestors will... that what?"
Peng Si'er tried desperately to explain himself, but it became increasingly unclear, and he stammered in confusion.
(End of this chapter)