The resurrection attack made all the demon generals present recognize Sang Ying's status in their demon Lord's heart once again. Even though they all secretly scolded Sang Ying for being a disaster in their hearts, at least they dared not embarrass Sang Ying in person.

He put everyone's depressed expression into his eyes, and Fusheng said coldly: "Now, who else thinks my apprentice is not worthy of sitting here?"

As soon as these words were said, let alone other demon generals, even Fan Nanjun, who had just been knocked away, just wiped off the blood from his lips, and then sat back in his seat obediently, not daring to say more.

In the unspeakable silence inside the house, Fusheng was finally satisfied: "Very good, remember what you are today. I don't want anyone to question me with the same words in the future."

Sang Ying, who was sitting aside, silently kept the appearance of these demon generals in her heart, and then listened to them discussing the matter.

It was a matter of discussion, but in fact there was not much useful information. The demon generals probably also worried about Sang Ying, so they only picked up some things that were not very useful.

Sang Ying couldn't get any useful news after hearing this, but at least she remembered the current scale of the demon army.

As she had thought before, because the front line was too long, the last few sects could not be captured for a long time. So there were not many people left in Fusheng's hands. He could have allowed those righteous monks to become demons and expand his team.

But before, they were too confident and felt that they would soon be able to sank the Lilan Realm, so they did not leave much survivor. The only remaining monks and mortals also went to several major sects and were protected by them. Therefore, the current situation of the demon clan is actually even more serious than what the righteous path imagined.

They were guarding the foot of the immortal mountain and were reluctant to start a war with Liuguang Sword Sect again, because of this.

After hearing the complaints of several demon generals, Sang Ying deeply understood that this was a good opportunity for Liuguang Sword Sect.

Sang Ying didn't care much about the trivial matters behind it. It was not until the end of this undespicable parliament that Resurrection had come to her before Sang Ying came to her senses.

"What's wrong? Is it boring to sit here?" Fusheng was not really relieved of her, so he brought the person here.

The reason why I brought Sang Ying to listen to this was just to use this to tell her how much she valued her. But now it seems that she has not been able to understand her feelings.

Sang Ying blinked, and still complained: "I don't understand these things. I've been sitting here for so long. Why not go back and feed the fox. If there is such a thing next time, Master shouldn't call me here."

Her attitude was so softer than before, and even calling him Master was very willing. Resurrection enjoyed Sang Ying's approach to her, and she didn't mind that she didn't understand her intentions.

"Okay, Master won't bring you next time." Fusheng said softly.

After saying that, the few demon generals who had not yet left behind the two of them immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This time they had tried to pick some less important things to say. If the banshee came again next time, they would not be sure whether she would hear any secrets.

Now she doesn't want to come, but she avoids them from doing anything privately.

"I still have some winks." The devil general sighed in his heart.

He was a little busy these days of resurrection, but he also took some time to accompany Sang Ying every day. He did not untie the restrictions in Sang Ying's body, and she still could not use her spiritual power.

But fortunately, Fusheng no longer stopped Sang Ying from practicing swords, and he also made a wooden sword for her by himself.

This wooden sword is the best finished product made after resurrection several times. It has exquisite patterns on it. It has been polished with sandpaper hundreds of times, without any thorns.

Originally, a demon cultivator as powerful as Resurrection didn't need to do it himself. But for some reason, he just chose wood and fumbled out the wooden sword like an ordinary mortal.

If he hadn't had his special physique now, he would have probably had his hands pierced by that knife. But even though his skin was thick and thick, the pretty wooden sword still caused him some trouble.

However, all the bitterness of this turned into satisfaction and joy when the wooden sword fell into Sang Ying's hands and was danced by her.

Fusheng didn't know why he was so happy, but he had to admit that he really liked watching Sang Ying dance in the sword.

Today, Fusheng originally wanted to accompany Sang Ying, but she looked at Fusheng and looked at Fan Nanjun who seemed to have something to say, so she refused understandingly: "Master, don't have to accompany me, you should go and do your own business."

Fusheng thought about it, and afterwards, Fan Nanjun finally stopped his pace, which seemed to remind but actually urged him.

After Sang Ying's figure disappeared from the eyes of the two, Fusheng turned his head and looked at Fan Nanjun, and said with some boredom: "What's wrong with you?"

Although he had a bad attitude, Fan Nanjun was obviously used to it and could even smile at him: "I want to talk to you about Sang Ying."

Fusheng's eyes suddenly became cold.

Sang Ying doesn't know what words will Fannanjun use to incite Resurrection, and what lessons will Resurrection teach him?

At this moment, she was busy feeding the foxes meat. These days, because of her Demon Lord's disciple's concern, the foxes' food has become better and better. The foxes, which were originally messy and dirty, were visible to the skinny and bone-like flies.

The smallest two finally took a round look, and they didn't look like foxes.

After adding meals to the youngest two, Sang Ying clapped her hands, leaned silently into the fox's nest, and whispered to the largest one inside: "Do me a favor."

The fox, who had already swallowed food with his cheeks puffed up, paused, and then pretended not to understand, continued to eat the food in his paws with a confused look on his face.

As if he was worried that Sang Ying would snatch its food, the fox quietly carried it over and avoided Sang Ying's sight.

"No need to pretend. I know that you have created spiritual intelligence. I'm afraid they are all monsters that can transform into shape, right?" Even though Sang Ying lost her spiritual power and lost the ability to judge demonic energy, her perception was still keen.

As early as when she first fed them, she had already seen that these four little guys had already developed spiritual intelligence, and they were probably demons growing in the mountains on the outskirts of the city.

It was just that they didn't know what they had experienced before, so they gave up their demonic power and degenerated into ordinary animals. But Sang Ying knew very well that even so, they could understand what they were saying.

"Make a deal, you can help me complete one thing, I will help you four solve your future survival problems, and give you the opportunity to rebuild your human form."

In the fox's nest, the largest fox turned around silently and met Sang Ying's bright gaze.


Chapter completed!