Chapter 642 The Thoughts of Young Master Demon King

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Thinking about it, Qiu Gaohe was so scared by Ling Chuxi last time that he lost both face and dignity. After such a long time, he must have come up with some countermeasures and had to find another way.

The poisons are still poisons, and how to use them is another matter.

Ling Chuxi quietly retreated, found a suitable position, laid a trap, and sprinkled a piece of poisonous powder. Fortunately, the last time they fought against Chu Fengyun and others, Wu Fengtang and others performed with all their hearts, and Ling Chuxi was very cooperative and kept her hands empty for a long time, otherwise no matter how much poisonous powder there was, they would have been lost long ago.

After setting up the trap, Ling Chuxi carefully removed all traces, took a few steps back, looked at the seamlessness, and smiled with satisfaction. But he didn't act immediately. Instead, he moved a few steps away and laid a second trap, then a third trap, a fourth trap...

Ye Qianhe and the Qiu family are all masters of poison. It would be too difficult to control them with one trap. A few more traps would be safer.

At this time, several pairs of eyes in the distance were hiding in hiding places and watching everything Ling Chuxi did. Seeing her skillful movements and the evil smile on her lips, several people were stunned.

"It's so shameless, so despicable. There are so many traps, one after another. Even the Demon King will probably fall for it." The demon Xiaorou covered the mouth of the cherry, her face pale. Half scared, half cold. As a snake monster, even if it has the blood of the ancient demon king, it is inevitable to tremble instinctively in the ice and snow.

"You have seen, what is the most poisonous woman's heart? You have to keep your eyes open and be careful in the future." Young Master Zhen Ye said with great experience. Of the three people present, he was the only one who had the experience of being ravaged and tortured, and had the right to speak.

"It turns out that this is called the most poisonous woman's heart. I always thought that Xiaorou was poisonous enough, but it turns out that she is even more poisonous than Xiaorou." The big black face agreed.

"Damn fat man, who do you think is the most poisonous to a woman's heart? Who do you think is the most poisonous to a woman's heart? I'm a pure man! I'm purer than you." The demon Xiaorou almost jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on and stood upright. Lanhua pointed at the big black face and yelled.

"Shut up, don't let her find out." Zhen Ye covered the monster's mouth, leaving a black line on his forehead.

Mom, I am a pure man, even more pure than you. Why does this sound more and more wrong the more I hear it?

"Young Master, when they take action soon, we will attack behind your back to avenge you." The big black-faced man said to Zhen Ye in a flattering manner. Although this guy looked naive, he had a very good mind and could tell that Ling Chuxi had laid the trap to deal with one of the two gangs inside and outside the valley.

"Hmph, attacking behind the scenes, such despicable and shameless things are not done by us demon beasts. When my ancient demon emperor's bloodline wakes up, I will defeat her in an upright manner, and I will be ashamed of her blood." Zhen Ye said proudly.

"Young Master is wise and worthy of being our future successor to the Demon King." The big black face nodded and flattered him desperately.

"Then what if she is killed by those people?" The monster broke away, took a few breaths, and asked.

"How could my enemy die at the hands of others? I can only take action." Zhen Ye said proudly.

"Young master, do you mean to help her?" The big black face asked uncertainly.

"That's natural. How can I borrow the deep hatred of my dignified future Demon Emperor from him?" Zhen Ye said.

"Young Master's joyful and upright manner is really amazing. It's a pity that Young Master was born tens of thousands of years later. Otherwise, with Young Master's great talents and strategies, how could we have been defeated by the major sects? Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity. ." The big black-faced man sighed with emotion and continued to flatter him wildly.

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