Chapter 87 Qin

Da.

The demon Shapu stopped again in front of Chen Qinghe.

"Akia, you were in the pub yesterday."

The devil Shapu stared into Chen Qinghe's eyes and could feel the calmness of the man (demon) without showing excessive panic at all, which was very similar to the description it heard from the demon Anlun.

"Yes, Lord Shapu."

Chen Qinghe replied.

"Yesterday..."

The devil Shapu turned his back, frowned slightly, and said, "Ian, it came to the dark area (demon factory) before it died. It had contact with a total of 30 people (demons). I have found the first 29 and interrogated them one by one in person."

Thirty?

Chen Qinghe can feel the importance that the demon Shapu attaches to his third son.

That's right!

The status of the demon Shapu must be much higher than that of its son, but the mission watch does not issue additional time-limited tasks for it, which only shows that the strength of the demon Shapu itself may not be strong, and its status as a subordinate housekeeper may not be obtained by force.

"You are the last one I came to talk to."

"--Do you know why?"

The demon Shapu Yuguang stared at the change of Chen Qinghe's expression. At the end of his speech, he paused.

It has been the clothing of the Moore family for many years, and has already developed a set of means to know people (demon). As long as there is an abnormal change in Akia's (Chen Qinghe) expression, you can see some clues.

Chen Qinghe shook his head slightly.

"Oh."

The demon Shapu sneered in vain and slowly turned around.

Its dark copper eyes flashed with a cold light, like a poisonous snake spitting out red letters.

"Your Excellency!"

Chen Qinghe's head is lower.

Whether it is the earliest circle, the words just now, and the sneer now, the way may be different, but the purpose is to put a lot of pressure on him.

"Do you want to scare me?"

The devil Shapu hasn't said it for a long time, but his eyes are getting colder and colder. Chen Qinghe is not a simple character. Naturally, he will not be measured by the devil Shapu. He secretly said in the bottom of his heart, "The old man must have used this set more than on me now. It is estimated that twenty-nine in front of me have been used by this old man with the same means.

"You killed Ian!"

It took a long time for the demon Shapu to speak, but his voice was low and hoarse.

Coming!

"Your Excellency."

Chen Qinghe had expected that the demon Shapu would be like this. He said a set of words in his heart and said loudly, "Before yesterday, I didn't know your third son at all, let alone the conflict. What's the reason for me to kill it?"

"Huh, isn't it?"

Devil Shapu stretched out his dry right hand, pressed it on Chen Qinghe's shoulder, and said hoarsely, "Achia, when do you think a cunning fox will tell the truth?"

"Lord Shapu, you--"

Chen Qinghe pretended to be panicked.

It can feel that the hand held on the shoulder is getting stronger and stronger. Fortunately, it has no effect on the camouflage of the camouflage worm to this extent.

The demon Shapu grinned, revealing half of his white canine teeth.

With Chen Qinghe's close distance from it, he can even see the granular soft tissue of the devil Shapu's long tongue.

"Shapu, that's enough."

The demon Amron stood up from the sofa and said helplessly, "I think you have been acting for a long time. Except for some irrelevant clues, it is useless at all."

"Hmm."

Devil Shapu's hand on Chen Qinghe's shoulder took the initiative to release.

It has no choice but to make this bad strategy, hoping to get some useful clues.

"Thank you, Lord Anlun."

Chen Qinghe pretended to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Small things."

"Come here and sit down."

The demon Anlun waved to Chen Qinghe and pointed to a wooden chair on the edge of his sofa.

"Yes."

Chen Qinghe came to the side of the demon Anlun in fear, and then sat down carefully. Looking down from this angle, he could clearly overlook the whole picture of the slave arena.

The last time, the performance of human slaves and dead warriors was over. In the center of the field was a pile of tall stacked human corpses, and three or five demon civilians were holding shovels to clean up the wreckage.

In the dark corner of the arena, the dark demon in a black robe is checking the condition of the dead bodies cut by human slaves in the last performance.

"Achia."

The demon Anlun handed a goblet in front of Chen Qinghe and said with a smile, "The next performance is very interesting. You can't miss it. You can stay and accompany us after watching this."

"Thank you, my lord."

Chen Qinghe respectfully took the goblet.

He looked down at the wine glass. This is a cup of timid man mixed with human blood. In this way, he can stand the salary of the demon civilians working in the dark area (demon factory) for more than half a month.

"No matter who killed little Ian."

"I, Shapu, will definitely let it pay the price and frustrate the murderer to the ashes!!"

The demon Shapu sat back on the sofa and interrogated 30 "spects" without any news. He was in a very bad mood. He sat down and picked up the goblet and poured a big mouth.

Picking up the timid wine bottle, the demon Shapu drank alone.

It chatted about the devil Ian's various things, as if he was recalling something.

Listening to the talk of the devil Shapu, Chen Qinghe put the wine glass to his mouth and dared not drink it for a long time.

"Achia, don't pay attention to it."

The demon Anlun looked sideways at Chen Qinghe and said, "You can just drink."

"Yes, my lord."

Chen Qinghe took a sip.

The timid smell mixed with human blood is even stronger, as if he is drinking medical plasma, but the devil is beside him. Even if he rejects this kind of thing in his heart, he must drink it.

"Little Ian died, and Shapu was very sad."

The demon An Lun glanced at Chen Qinghe and sighed, "Tut, if I had such an excellent son and suddenly died one day, I wouldn't be able to accept it."

Excellent?

Listening to the memories of the two demons, Chen Qinghe knew a little about the demon Ian. The guy who was killed by him seemed to have great potential. Both in terms of martial arts and blood concentration, he was extremely satisfied with his old son Shapu. He looked forward to Ian taking over the position of housekeeper in the future.

suddenly.

"Qin!!"

"Qin, Qin, Qin Qin!"

The slave arena boiled, and the demons in the stands stood up one after another, clenched their fists, splashed sour saliva, and shouted the same human language.

"Qin?"

Chen Qinghe put down the remaining half of the cup.

He stared down, skimmed the head-taking stand, and saw a male survivor stepping into the center of the arena under the escort of more than 50 demon warriors.

"This person is--"

Chen Qinghe's eyes condensed and he saw the appearance of human beings.

This man has an ordinary face. He is not tall. He wears a demon's reduced leather armor and a pair of bright black eyes hidden under the messy bangs.

The most prominent highlight of the whole person is his arm, which naturally droops to his knees. With Chen Qinghe's eyes, he can clearly see that the man has a big hand and a cocoon.