Forcing the Demon to Be Good: The Demonic Highness knocks on the door

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The hall is surrounded by walls made of extremely thick green bamboos, green and unknown vines are climbing on it, and unknown small flowers are blooming on the vines, exuding a pleasant fragrance.In the center of the hall was a round desk made of unknown wood, and on both sides of the desk were a few chairs carved from thick tree roots.There is a primitive atmosphere in the simplicity.

Several people sat down as guests and hosts.Immortal Honghu couldn't hold back her anger, laughed and said: "Nephew Feng Xian, old Huazi likes to be straightforward, what's the matter with you, let's just say it straight!"

Feng Wuya pondered for a while, and said: "To be honest, there are more than 20 tribes in my southern border, and each tribe has its own territory. Because the land that can be planted is scarce, most of the tribes rely on hunting. For a living, although there are occasional incidents of armed fights due to territorial grabs, after our mediation, they can all coexist peacefully..."

Speaking of this, he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about how to word it: "Since a month ago, this delicate peace was suddenly broken. For some reason, many tribes attacked each other. And these people started fighting It is desperate, extremely vicious, and will never give up until people die. When there is an armed fight, someone will always notify our Nuwa tribe, but this time it is very different. They fought each other to the death, but no one came to report .We would have been ignorant of the incident if spies from my tribe hadn't stumbled into the place where they were fighting."[

The Red Pot Immortal originally thought that he asked for advice because of some ghosts and ghosts, but when he heard that it was just a fight between the tribes, he couldn't help frowning: "Maybe it's because of some feud between them, or because they discovered some treasure. So grabbing territory is very common in the Central Plains, so it’s not surprising.”

Feng Wuya smiled wryly and said: "If that's the case, it's okay. It's because they suddenly became so powerful when they fought with weapons, and they can also drive away mountain spirits and wild beasts to join the battle together. Originally, when they fought with weapons, it was just a fight between fighters. But now they don't spare even the old, young, women and children, as if there is some deep hatred. After the fighting, the villages and villages are often wiped out! After knowing this, I sent people to patrol from time to time, but many villages When there is no fighting, there is no sign at all. But once it happens, it is difficult for my people to arrive in time... By the time we heard the letter, many villages were already bleeding into rivers, and all the slaughtered chickens and dogs were gone. Recently, the trend has become more and more intensified. Many of the envoys sent by our clan have disappeared. I sent many people to look for them, but I couldn’t even see a whole body, as if the world had evaporated. .”

Red Pot Immortal's heart suddenly moved: "Is there such a deep hatred... Could it be, could it be that the God of Hate came here to make trouble?!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the room was startled, Feng Wuya's expression changed even more, his originally dark face turned slightly pale, he forced a smile: "Is the immortal chief talking about hating God? Could it be..." Suddenly he shook his head again, and said: "No way, those five hair gods have been sealed at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood by the great supernatural powers of Nuwa Empress of our clan, how could they come out to do evil? Well, no."