Rong Huang put the axe blade against Ban Ning's head with a fierce look, "Do you want to do something wrong?"

"I......"

Before Ban Ning had time to say something, Rong Huang's face was crooked with an axe.

"Don't quibble, quibble is fact!"

Ban Ning: "..."

You have said everything, what else should I say?

Ban Ning was gasping, as if he would die in the next moment.

"The one who seduce me, you are dead." Rong Huang said with a puff of cheeks.

Then, Ban Ning chopped off his head.

Two or three drops of blood splashed on the back of Rong Huang's hand, with a sense of beauty.

Shang Teng looked at Ban Ning, who had separated the corpse, and at Rong Huang, who was walking towards him with a small axe, and fell silent for a moment.

As a demon boss with superior IQ and EQ, Shang Teng of course knew that Rong Huang was in a very angry, very angry state now.

Will he be beaten?

Shang Teng is not sure.

But this chance is very big, very big.

It was a little bit more likely than he would immediately become a spiritual practitioner.

The corner of Shang Teng's mouth was a little far-fetched with a smile.

"You!" Rong Huang stopped five steps away from Shang Teng and pointed at Shang Teng.

Shang Teng narrowed his eyelashes, looked down at Rong Huang, and responded with a good temper, "Master, your hands are dirty. I'll clean them for you."

Shang Teng drew a dark handkerchief from the cuff and wiped the blood on Rong Huang's hand.

The soft-textured handkerchief wiped the back of his hands, and the boy calmly covered his emotions.

"Don't call me Master!" Rong Huang lost his small axe, pulled back his hand and akimbo, raising his voice, "Kneel down!"

Without even thinking about it, Shang Teng knelt down with a small handkerchief.

As a tyrant, you have to be able to bend and stretch.

"Master, I was wrong."

Shang Teng thought of the seventy-two methods that quietly asked Mimi to secretly send his subordinates to chase his wife. The fifth article is "No matter what you did wrong, if your buddy thinks you did it wrong, then you did it wrong."

Shang Teng adhered to this rule and obediently bowed his head to admit his mistake.

As long as you can kiss and hug the shameful things in the future, kneeling is not unacceptable.

No one saw it anyway.

His dignity as an overlord leader still exists.

Rong Huang took a chair and sat down, shaking his legs, with a fierce look on his face, "You are wrong? What is wrong with you?"

Shang Teng paused, trying to sort out his words.

Under Rong Huang's gloomy gaze, Shang Teng said tentatively, "I...everything is wrong?"

Rong Huang: "..."

"I don't think you know where you are wrong." Rong Huang snorted, with a small face, "Now, I want to know who you are and why you appeared near the Holy Heaven Sect."

Rong Huang felt that he must have nothing to do, look at his guilty conscience.

Shang Teng squeezed his cuff with his fingertips, trying to make his voice smooth, "My name is Shang Xiao."

Rong Huang frowned, Shang Xiao?

This is not the name of one of the three chiefs of the Mozu, the most powerful one?

The demons fight each other year round, and there are three leaders, each in charge of one-third of the territory of the demons.

Compared to the other two leaders, Shang Xiao was much better.

As for how powerful it is, it is almost to the extent that two people tied together can't beat a Shang Xiao.

Rong Huang tilted his head, with determination in Xing's eyes, "Are you from the Demon Race?"

Shang Teng closed his eyes and nodded slightly, "I am."

Rong Huang: "Heh."