The plane tapped down on the private air strip and bumped against the tarmac before idling to a stop. Diyiren sat up, pushed his Tang Dynasty-style crown back into place. BoBo came out of the cockpit and met his nephew. Diyiren straightened his robes and no signs of sleep lingered on his body.
"I need you to do what I cannot," he said. "Stand guard with the plane, make sure no one comes near it. I will not have innocent human beings dying because other idiotic human beings sabotaged my plane."
Factually, no one who had a tenth of demon blood remained in PC. Besides, Aoibh, of course.
"What would you like me to do, zhizi?"
"I'm giving you latitude," Diyiren said. "Be as inventive with messages as you'd like. Make sure they aren't discovered until we are out of this hellhole. The guilty only, of course."
BoBo groaned, "You're restrictive, even when you say you're not."
Diyiren slapped him hard on the back, sent him flying across the cabin.
BoBo collected himself, knelt down. "As you wish, My King."
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The Lamb and the Gray Battle
Viễn tưởngEvie has spent the last 575 years on the North American continent, now called America, the Pure and Clean. She smiles, volunteers and makes cakes and pastries for her neighbors, hiding away her demon blood. She wants nothing to do with her estranged...
