The gap opened.
Gu Mo reappeared above the Demon Mountain.
"Honestly, why won't they believe my explanation as a multi-talented ability user... Damn it, they didn't even let me stay for a meal, Zi is really stingy, getting more impolite than she was at the beginning." Kicked out, he couldn't help but grumble a few words, then surveyed his surroundings.
At this time, when the night is deep and the world is quiet, the Demon Mountain is no exception. It has always been this way; they drink during the day and adhere to the rhythm of sleeping at night, not sleeping is not an option, each one is dead drunk beyond recognition.
After all, it's specially enhanced fine wine, enough to knock out Tengu and Oni—
Gu Mo once thought Kanako was rather addicted to alcohol, but compared to these inhabitants of Demon Mountain, the purple-haired older sister-like god was already very moderate, able to control herself well.
