At this moment, in the hall!

A figure shrouded in fog stood on the throne, and below it, a figure emitting a bitter murderous intent was standing.

I saw this figure resembled a human figure, with a fog on his face. He was reporting: "Son, the mining of the energy source stone is too slow. Are you going to catch some humans back?"

The energy source stone in the figure's mouth is a precious resource that the extremely numb humans are mining around the temple. This energy source stone has an unsolvable limitation, that is, it requires human resources to dig. No mechanical thing can do, but there is a certain magnetic field in the mine.

Otherwise, with their technological means, if you want to dig something, you can do it in a short time.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, the foggy figure on the throne said quietly: "Humans can catch them, but if they can't catch them, they won't catch them!"

It was obvious that the figure like a leader on the throne knew the preciousness of the energy source stone, so he did not refuse the proposal from his subordinates, but for some reason, he made such a request.

"Son, why is this? In this place of exile, there are only a large number of humans, and there should be only these yellow-skinned humans?" The figure below said in confusion.

"No reason, I said that I can't catch the yellow-skinned humans, so I can't catch them." The figure on the throne said with a little annoyance. At the end, he asked again: "How many yellow-skinned Chinese humans are still digging for energy source stones under our command?"

"Son of the Holy Son thinks twice. Even if we don't catch them, those people will be captured by other races. Wouldn't this be a disguised reduction in the income within the clan?" The figure below made a sound, and he was seriously persuading, and then replied: "There are about one million Chinese humans in our clan who are digging for energy source stones, but this number is decreasing every day. Some Chinese with weak constitutions will die a group of them every day!"

"Hmm? How did I tell you? We must try our best to ensure the casualties of these Chinese people. This is how you do things?" The figure on the throne heard this and his voice suddenly became unkind.

"I have worked very hard to follow your instructions, but these people have lost the fighting spirit to survive and will commit suicide from time to time. I have no choice!" The figure below said indignantly.

He didn't understand why his saint son was so concerned about the humans in China. It was clear that all the creatures in this exiled place would die in the future. Now that a group of people are dead, what's the big fuss?

What's more, these people committed suicide, and they had something to do with him?

"Did you commit suicide? It seems that they can't see hope!" The figure on the throne murmured and looked out of the hall thoughtfully.

"It's been eight months, and for so long, no tribe has left you. Where have you been?" The figure on the throne fell into deep thought.

Eight months ago, a man in the exile land appeared strongly and killed all geniuses. Even she had to admit that even if he was placed in the Kingdom of Zhouxia, he was still the top genius.

His talent is even more terrifying.

However, such a hero actually seemed to have disappeared from the exile place since that battle. Even if the support troops of various races arrived, his tribe suffered a huge disaster, he never showed up.

Sometimes she even wondered if that person had been secretly executed by a genius from the Kingdom of Zhouxia.

But whenever she thought of this, she would shake her head secretly. With her understanding of various races, she didn't think anyone would kill that person and not show off.

After all, that man was the first person in exile, and the vanguard of all races could not do anything. If anyone really killed that person, I still don’t know how to brag about it.

So whenever she thinks of this, she automatically ignores it.

As for whether the man was hiding and dared not show up, she had never thought about it.

She had fought with him personally, so naturally she knew how proud the man was. He obviously would not do anything to live in vain.

What's more, as time goes by, the strong men of the Zhouxia Kingdom will come one after another, and it will not be safe in the exile land, and she doesn't think that person will have such an idiotic choice to hide.

As for whether the man had escaped from the exile, she had never thought about it.

Just kidding, now the entire exile land is surrounded by the Kingdom of Zhouxia, and there are many powerful existences outside, how can you escape?

Since the man was not killed, he didn't want to hide and could not escape from the exile place. This made her a little puzzled. Where did that man go?

"Forget it, as long as he is not dead, he will appear in the future. I'll just ask him personally." The mist figure became more and more upset when he thought about it. He immediately shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

"Go, catch more Chinese humans if you can!" Then, the figure ordered to the subordinate below.

"Yes!" The man below obviously did not expect that his Holy Son actually agreed to his suggestion. After being slightly stunned, he felt a little better.

In his opinion, his Holy Son's heart was still about the clan.

But he didn't know that the reason why the figure on the throne gave this order was just to better preserve the Chinese population.

After all, when these people come to her hands, she can still show kindness to prevent the Chinese population from being reduced too much. If it is in the hands of other ethnic groups, it may not be extinct in a few days.

She knew that humans in the exiled land were irrelevant to other races, and such slaves were simply a lot of people to capture them.

"I hope you can show up sooner, otherwise I wouldn't be able to save your tribe. Their life or death will depend on you after all!"

After the subordinates went down, the figure sitting high walked out of the fog, and an extremely delicate face appeared, making the Sangud's pink and colorless.

If Tang Feng were here, he would have recognized this woman at a glance, but she was the saint of the Dark Clan, Molo, and Loli's Lo!

If this woman doesn't look at her pupils and looks, it's very appropriate to her name.

After all, the eyes are the window of a person's soul. The most direct reaction of a person's experience is in the pupils.

Putting aside the eyes that showed complexity, Molo looked like a loli no matter how she looked!

I don’t know what kind of demon this woman is possessed by, but she will actually have the intention to help the Chinese people!

And the person she mentioned before, naturally knew that she was talking about Tang Feng without thinking.

As Tang Feng disappeared for the past eight months, she may be the only one who remembers Tang Feng.
Chapter completed!