Chapter 229 The Human Forms of the Eight Demons

Speaking of which, on the day Chitong left the Ren family mansion...

"Brother, do you have anything important to tell me?" Chitong looked at Ren Yi who was standing in front of him in confusion and slowly closed the door.

"Yi Mo Duoyou, you will embark on a new journey tomorrow, but Ouni-chan still can't worry about you." Ren Yi closed the door, checked that no one was eavesdropping, then turned around and said to Chitong.

"It's okay, brother, I have now realized the true meaning of swordsmanship." Chitong patted his chest and replied proudly.

Ren Yi looked at Chi Tong thoughtfully, seeming to be thinking about something.

Then, Ren Yi slowly took out a pocket watch from his pocket.

Ever since, that scene happened...

The scene returned to the present, Chi Tong lay quietly in Qian Daoliu's arms and took a deep breath.

"According to what my brother said, it seems that he got rid of Butler Qiao and equipped me with such a pocket watch."

Qian Daoliu frowned slightly when he heard this.

That's it...it turns out that this is how the monster-like power comes...

Qian Daoliu seemed to have figured out something and carried Chitong to the wall, letting her lean against the wall alone while he stood up.

"You only have half an hour to rest now..." Qian Daoliu said suddenly while Chitong lowered his head to meditate.

Upon hearing this, Chi Tong raised his head and glanced at Qian Daoliu in confusion.

"If I guess correctly, the old man just now has found the Archmage's library... The reason why he came to you is to obtain the energy necessary to open the library... This kind of energy, the Archmage's daughter, is in your body , should be no less." Qian Daoliu speculated.

When Chi Tong heard this, she suddenly had an epiphany, and her face suddenly darkened.

"It's too late... We have to leave immediately..." Chitong held one hand on the wall and the other on the ground, trying hard to stand up.

On the side, Qian Daoliu watched her silently.

"Ah..." About three minutes later, after many attempts, Chitong, who was still unable to stand up, suddenly collapsed.

"Oh, don't worry, the Archmage's library is not that easy to break into yet... Let's go, I'll take you with me." Qian Daoliu sighed and looked helplessly at the stubborn little girl in front of him.

Then, in a small alley on the street, a ronin was seen carrying a girl with long black hair on his back. He jumped up, moved quickly on the roof, and disappeared into this ordinary street.

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On the other side, inside the Ren family mansion.

"Holy Lord, Curse Lan, Basha, Ximu, Dikui..." Ren Yi sat on the sofa and looked at the demons in human form in front of him.

The first is the Holy Lord. Needless to say, under Ren Yi's correction, the Holy Lord's strange aesthetics have also improved, from a wretched uncle to a mature young man.

Second is Curse Lan. Although Ren Yi also proposed to become younger, unfortunately he was rejected, but it is still okay. He has a sense of seeing a Chinese Taoist immortal.

The other one is Nishiki, maybe because of the restorative power of the plot? Nishiki's human form remains the same as the little boy in the original work.

"This way we can move more flexibly."

Nishiki said so.

Next up is the Dikui, who indeed has a powerful demon look. His human form is still domineering, with a big gold chain, black sunglasses, crew cut and black clothes... It seems to tell others clearly: I am a black man!

The last balsa.

Basha is not bad. It should be said that as a rare female demon, her aesthetics is much higher than other male demons? Basha's human form is that of a standard ancient Chinese woman, dressed in light blue Hanfu, with exquisite facial features and delicate skin, and wearing a hosta inlaid with dark blue gems on her head.

"Hmm... Not bad, not bad. It's almost done. Come out." Ren Yi nodded to everyone with satisfaction. At least he became like a human being, right? Then Cong took out a pink cup from his arms.

"Come out! Sao Feng, Bo Gang!"

I saw Ren Yi holding the cup upside down, tapping the bottom of the cup and shouting.

I saw two streams of black air blowing out of the cup, gradually condensing in front of everyone...

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Ahem, pigeons are used to it and can't change it for a while. I'll adjust it first. As for the reason for the pigeon... I have a bit of a cold~ The decoration sound is very noisy~ I suddenly repaired the computer~ I have a test to take~