"I really want to ask you something about the token of the Demon Lord." Shen Lang did not hide it at all.

"The Saint has confirmed that the Netherworld Fire Diamond is in Donghai County." Mo Yingyou also did not hide anything.

"I already know this." Shen Lang said: "Compared with the Netherworld Fire Diamond, I am more curious about the fifth token."

"Well..." Mo Yingyou showed a cunning smile: "I know a little about this as the great secret of the Demon Sect. But this secret is also my amulet now, and I will definitely not tell you easily."

"Maybe you want to force me to do it?" Shen Lang sneered.

"The Demon Sect has obtained the third of the five tokens, and the Netherworld Fire Diamond is about to succeed. The last token left is the top priority. If you are focused on the right path, do you really want to know that secret? If you attack me, you will never have the chance to know that secret again."

Mo Yingyou laughed and said, "Of course, I can also provide you with some clues for free. The Saint Maiden once mentioned that the aura of the fifth token once appeared in the Immortal Demon Forest. People from the Ghost Nether Sect have been searching for it for a long time and have not yet been found."

"Immortal Demon Forest?" Shen Lang's heart moved slightly. That forest had a special meaning to him, because it was in that forest that he obtained the demon bones and the fairy sword.

"Yes, thousands of years ago, it was the main hall of the Demonic Dao. I believe the most important token has always been there." Mo Yingyou said: "However, even if you know these, it's useless, because that token is very special, and even the core figure of the Demon Sect has never seen it before. He can only rely on special methods to find it."

Speaking of this, Mo Yingyou stopped talking because he knew that the special method was the core secret, so he looked at Shen Lang with a proud look, waiting for his attitude.

"You said this to prove that you know a lot and are very valuable?" Shen Lang sneered.

"I believe Your Majesty can easily judge whether I have value to use." Mo Ying smiled and said, "I don't think Your Majesty has to be too pedantic, and there is no need to hold grudges. Although we are enemies, it is not impossible to cooperate occasionally. After all, you need me a lot, and as a prisoner, I don't ask for much."

Shen Lang didn't say anything, looking at the clean futon on the ground silent.

Mo Yingyou said: "First, I hope Your Majesty will send me out in person. It's really uncomfortable to live in this cell."

Shen Lang was still silent, but his eyes fell on the bowls and chopsticks of the simple wooden table, thinking to himself: After all, the prison rice is not delicious, why does this guy eat so clean? He was uncomfortable, but he tidied up the prison cell in an orderly manner. How could it feel uncomfortable?

"Second, I am a fourth-grade alchemist after all. If I follow Your Majesty, Your Majesty can't treat me badly, right? So I dared to beg Your Majesty to sign me as the imperial alchemist, not to ask for the power of you, at least you must have good food and drink, and have your own mansion. Oh... Of course, you must be served by beautiful maids."

Mo Yingyou looked like a lustful little person, and seemed to have long forgotten the fact that he was the special envoy of Cangming Sect. He looked flattering and kept making some small requests to Shen Lang.

And he was very sure that whether it was a small wealth or a beautiful maid, these were nothing to Shen Lang, the king of the wilderness. Shen Lang had no reason to reject him at all.

But at this moment, Shen Lang, who had been staring at the clean cushions and pickles, suddenly turned around, stabbed the Park knife in his hand forward, and the white knife entered the red knife and penetrated directly into Mo Yingyou's heart!

"You..." Mo Yingyou's smile suddenly froze on her face, and she widened her eyes and looked at Shen Lang in disbelief. She could not figure out why Shen Lang wanted to attack him no matter what.

"I think you're already comfortable enough." Shen Lang looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table and said, "And your acting skills are very poor."

Mo Yingyou followed his gaze and saw the little pickles that were almost eaten up on the simple wooden table. He couldn't help but think of the plot of drinking porridge and eating pickles leisurely in the morning. His heart suddenly became terrified and he understood the hidden meaning in Shen Lang's words.

"I never thought! I never thought you would be just because of these inconspicuous things..." Mo Yingyou's face was extremely pale, but the Park Knife in Shen Lang's hand twisted it violently, directly shattering his heart and interrupting what he originally wanted to say.

Mo Yingyou felt like a water tank with air leaking, and his vitality kept flowing out with the blade left by Shen Lang, causing him to fall to the ground weakly. However, Shen Lang put away his knife and turned around, and took a step and was about to leave.

"No...no..." Mo Yingyou spitted blood foam at the corner of her mouth, and used her last trace of strength as if she was holding a life-saving straw, trying hard to grasp Shen Lang's trousers, begging in despair: "Save...save me...I'll tell you everything."

The heart is penetrated by a knife, which is a fatal injury. But for a powerful practitioner, as long as the head is not cut off and as long as he has a breath, he has a chance to be rescued.

For example, if Shen Lang transitions some true energy to him at this time, he can temporarily suppress his injuries. Afterwards, he will be rewarded with a pill to heal him, and he will recover in a very short time. So he hopes that Shen Lang will save him, and in the fear of being on the verge of death, he is willing to tell Shen Lang unconditionally everything he knows.

However, Shen Lang kicked him away ruthlessly, walked out of the cell silently, allowing him to die slowly.

"No! No!" Mo Yingyou roared with her last strength, and in an instant, she felt countless regrets in her heart. She thought to herself that if she did not make any requirements in front of Shen Lang, and would not be clever, she might have a little chance to survive...

But it's a bit too late to say anything now.

Lying on the ground, he struggled, made blood marks on the wall, dyed the clean futon blood red, and kicked the simple wooden table to the ground. The clean small bowl and the plate containing the pickles were smashed to pieces.

Because he believed that these inconspicuous things exposed his true thoughts deep in his heart and killed him...

Shen Lang walked in the dark corridor and had no intention of saving Mo Yingyou, because he had confirmed many things.

The more inconspicuous the details, the more likely it is to hide real clues.

As a fourth-grade alchemist and an envoy of Cangming Sect, Mo Yingyou holds the power to conquer the ancient tribe of the wilderness this time. No matter how you look at such an identity, you should be a big shot.

A ruler who represents the Cangming Sect and is responsible for many major events in the ancient wilderness tribe, after failing to become a prisoner, did not feel angry or unwilling, nor was he panic or uneasy, but was extremely calm, which is a suspicion in itself.

OK! Even though Mo Yingyou is open-minded and looks at death, he is calm. However, a big man with a rich and frugal food can keep his food with relish. What does this mean?

This shows that not only was he not uneasy, he was in a good mood. At least he was in a very comfortable mood before Shen Lang came to the cell.

Because he was in a good mood, he was in the mood to organize his cell and eat the unpleasant prison meals.

But what reason does he have to be in a good mood? As a prisoner, he doesn't know Shen Lang's attitude, nor does he know where fate should go, so why does he feel good?

After thinking about it, there seems to be only one reason... From the moment he was locked in the cell, he felt that he was sure to win. Even if Shen Lang didn't release him, he confidently believed that he could turn the tables, so he leisurely waited for the opportunity he wanted.

In addition, the more important thing is...

Shen Lang clearly remembered that when the nameless old demon was inexplicably retreating, he said to him earnestly:

"The token of the Demon Lord is already closely related to you. Even if you want to escape, someone will inevitably come to you and you can't escape..."
Chapter completed!