The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 72 Patriarch, I'm Scared~
Hearing what the blood crocodile demon ancestor said, Bai Hua sneered, "An explanation? Blood crocodile, what other explanation do you want? This secret realm was not only detected by the human race, didn't you monster race also detect it?"

"In other words, you blood crocodile arranged so many juniors to enter it, isn't it also because you recognize the potential of this secret realm? Now that it is born, you have pushed all this matter on us. You will take care of all good things together Come on, put all the shit bowls on our heads?"

Hearing the phrase "shit pot", Mo Di coughed a few times uncomfortably.

vulgar!

Vulgar language!

This Baihua's personality is still the same, and she doesn't know how to restrain herself.

Compared with the irritability of the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor, Mo Di was much calmer.

He himself is a little bit involved in the method of deduction.

He originally thought that the shattering of the secret realm was already a dead end, but he didn't expect that after his deduction, the result of the road ahead was unknown.

Although there is still anxiety in my heart, the unknown always means there is still a glimmer of hope, giving people the courage to wait.

Faced with the choking voice of Saint Hundred Flowers, Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor also slowly recovered from his furious state.

Looking at the sneering face of the Hundred Flowers Saint, he suddenly felt a little guilty, but he was still anxious after that.

Are those people who entered the secret realm alive?

If all the demon clansmen were dead, he would not be able to explain to the other demon ancestors when he went back this time.

While the saints were waiting intently, and couldn't help but want to work together to break through the torrent of time, enter it, and take a peek, the whole world suddenly trembled.

The talents of heaven are like rolling water, accumulated in the sky above the ruins of the secret realm, and then, countless visions rise in midair.

In the vision, there are scholars who abandon their pens and join the army, soldiers with golden arms and iron horses on the battlefield, and even Chitu and Luma galloping from an ancient battlefield on the glacier.

But for a moment, a crack in space suddenly broke open in the ruins of the secret realm in front of me. In the torrent behind the crack, the first thing to appear was a faint blue butterfly wing with shining brilliance. The color, at first glance, looks like the pupils of a butterfly born on its wings.

The moment they saw the butterfly wings, the newly promoted saints, such as the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor and the Hundred Flowers Saint, all looked slightly surprised.

On the other hand, Mo Sheng, who has always been calm, changed his expression drastically.

He looked at the dream butterfly, and for the first time his eyes showed serious color, "This is... Mengdie?"

Ok?
What is a dream butterfly?
Isn't it just a bigger butterfly?
The Hundred Flowers Saint looked at Mo Sheng and asked curiously, "Mo Di, this dream butterfly...do you have any other explanations?"

Mo Di calmed down, "At first, when surveying this secret realm, the saints could feel the power of the dream. So in memory of the dream master, it was named Dream Butterfly Secret Realm...but now..."

Mo Di looked at the huge butterfly wings that lifted the sky, with a complicated expression on his face, "I'm afraid, the inheritance of the Dream Master...is real."

Hearing this, even aliens with completely different cultivation systems, such as the blood crocodile demon ancestor, couldn't help but hold their breath at this moment.

The dream master... What kind of legendary figure is that?

I just hate that they couldn't be born in the same era as her, and couldn't witness her brilliance with their own eyes.

But it is also fortunate that they and the dream master did not say that they were born in the same era.

Because... Didn't you see that even if he was as talented as Mo Di, he lived in the shadow of that era, so that now when he sees the shadow of Mengdie, he suddenly changes color?

But even so, a thought still couldn't help but arise in everyone's mind.

Exactly... who has obtained the inheritance of the dream master?
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, the space crack in the sky expanded suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, a dream butterfly that stretched thousands of miles appeared in the sky.

The moment it appeared, the world was overshadowed by it.

The saint's five senses are extremely sharp, and they captured the figure on the butterfly wings in an instant.

For some reason, when they glanced over, the first thing they saw was Song Lanyi standing in the front, covered in scars, with large blood stains smeared on the green skirt.

She was holding a big bronzing book in her hand, and when she saw the saints, she folded the books in her hands, and saluted slightly, "Song Lanyi, come back with a group of disciples!"

When the last sentence "return" sounded, all the horses in the vision on the desert raised their heads and neighed.

The people standing on the butterfly wings only felt that the talents in their bodies were boiling, as if with Song Lanyi as the center, the talents in their bodies were all linked together.

A bad premonition had already emerged in the blood crocodile demon ancestor's heart.

The human race is back, so... what about the demon race?

Seeing that Song Lanyi remained silent, the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor had no choice but to lower his face at this juncture, and asked himself, "Song Lanyi, where is the son of our demon clan?"

Song Lanyi secretly smiled inwardly.

Old thing, I have been upset for a long time, and finally I waited for you to come to my door.

I saw a trace of bewilderment and innocence in her eyes, "Yaozu, what are you talking about? The sons of the Yaozu, naturally they have a place to go. I am lucky to be able to protect the human race. How can I still have the energy to take care of the Yaozu?" Woolen cloth?"

The blood crocodile demon ancestor always felt a strange feeling.

He wanted to be angry, but when Song Lanyi spoke, neither the honorific title nor the honorific language was used. If he was angry, in the eyes of others, it would be that his blood crocodile demon ancestor had no saintly demeanor.

This feeling of being aggrieved is hard for ordinary people to understand, and only people like the Blood Crocodile Demon Ancestor can understand it clearly.

Because of cultivating blood, the blood crocodile demon ancestor has a violent personality, and it is easy to see the clues under the mood swings.

Seeing his changing expression, Song Lanyi felt at ease in his heart, but his mouth became more and more polite.

The corner of her upturned mouth was covered by her book, and she said with tea in her mouth, "However, my human race and the monster race have been in a relationship for thousands of years. In the secret realm, I can't just sit idly by."

Diplomatic relations for a thousand years?

This "bang" is probably the "stick" of the "stick", right?

The corners of the Hundred Flowers Saint's mouth had already begun to twitch.

Based on her understanding of Song Lanyi, Song Lanyi definitely didn't have any good intentions when she said this.

Sure enough, in the next second, Song Lanyi pulled out a girl with rabbit ears from behind, smiling, "I rescued Princess Xueji in the secret realm. I don't know how much the princess of the Xuetu family is worth?"

Xue Ji walked out slowly, looked at the blood crocodile demon ancestor, and when he saw his gaze cast over, she showed a shy smile just like Song Lanyi.

She was delicate and timid, and cried out with tears, "Old Ancestor, I'm afraid."

The ancestor of the blood crocodile almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Damn it, if you didn't save anything else, you saved the weakest and most untalented relationship householder!

What's more, who is your ancestor?
When you say this, which side are you on?

　The first to offer~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)