"No, really, I can't do this!"
At this moment, outside the Demons Cloud Cave, Niu Mo looked at the North Wind Wolf King with a troubled expression, his face full of reluctance.
"Brother Niu Mo, you're one of the seniors among the Twelve Superior Demons. Don't you have any relationship with the Eight-Headed Heaven-Swallowing Python?"
"No relationship at all! At first, we did, but later when we drank, I had one jar and he had eight jars. He even said it was normal for each head to have one jar. In the end, he wanted to split the bill with me. That's when I lost all connection with him."
Upon hearing this, the North Wind Wolf King too felt a bit awkward.
"But you should have some connection with the Nether Thunder Gray Eagle, right? He died tragically at the hands of the despicable human race!"
"Really?"
Niu Mo, standing outside Demons Cloud Cave, was clearly unaware that the Nether Thunder Gray Eagle had died in the Capital Region Road.
