The rope in his hand was thrown, and the men and women inside the black cloth bag were tied up separately.
Qi Yuan handed the rope to Huo Mushi, saying, "You'll be in charge of these two. We're now heading to... Xianlong Mountain!"
Xianlong Mountain was more than three hundred li away from Shuyao Mountain.
Atop this mountain, the number of demons was no fewer than on Shuyao Mountain, perhaps even more.
However, compared to Shuyao Mountain, the demons on Xianlong Mountain were not organized and seemed very scattered.
"Okay!" Huo Mushi gripped the rope tightly, his expression excited.
But at that moment, a demon and a human covered by a black cloth, with their mouths sealed—were there a million grass-mud horses running in their hearts?
Especially the Flower Demon, who was utterly confused.
Who was this?
What did they want to do?
Why had they tied her up?
She really wanted to speak, but unfortunately, she couldn't utter a word.
