Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

The demon witch was a fifth-level monk seven years ago.

At her age, she has reached the fifth level. She is already a genius among geniuses, a well-deserved genius, and worthy of the honor of "witch" given to her by the Demon Lord.

But this can only be said to be a "genius". In the long history of Lingxian Continent, there are countless geniuses of this level.

But, seven years.

In just seven years, which seemed like a sleep to a higher-level monk, the witch completely transformed!

The aura she just exuded was level nine.

It’s the real ninth level!

Seven years, seven years, seven years again...

How could You Yinian not think too much about the exact same incident at this perfect time!

Da da……

At this moment, footsteps could be heard in the quiet hall. Neither light nor heavy, there was no hidden sound of footsteps coming from the front of the hall...

Da da……

A figure appeared and came in from the back of the palace——

The main body of the luxurious and complicated red robe gradually changes from vermilion to darker burgundy. Black and gold dark patterns decorate the skirt, cuffs, and lower skirts, faintly visible under the candlelight.

As he walked step by step, the hem of his clothes brushed the ground from time to time.

The belt is tied around the waist. The dark golden pattern outlines the unique pattern of the demon clan. A dozen long and short tassels hang loosely from the gem-decorated edge of the belt, and the golden lines sway from side to side.

His waist can be said to be slender, his shoulders are broad, and his hips are narrow, and his twists and turns are smooth and undulating. At first glance, I can only say that it is pleasing to the eye.

Looking up, you can see the smooth and fair skin, and you can even see the veins on the neck, which also makes the handsome facial features more distinct.

A pair of phoenix eyes are half-squinted, with the tails of the eyes tilted upward. The half-closed eyes are black and white, and the eyes are flowing in the deep eyes.

The upward raised eyebrows are hidden in the hanging hair, and the shadow cast on the side makes his already tall nose more three-dimensional, deep but not aggressive.

Perhaps all his sharp aggression was hidden, and only gentleness remained in his temperament... Of course, the remaining traces that were not hidden turned into arrogant nobility.

His black hair was like a waterfall, and the strands of hair swayed by the air brushed his thin lips loomingly.

Maybe it was because her hair was too long, so it was gently gathered with a red ribbon in the middle, and then casually draped over her shoulders and hanging down on her chest.

The leader of the Lotus Sect seemed to have remembered something. She looked at the man walking slowly in surprise and thought: Seven years ago, a magician came from the demon clan. It was said that he was so handsome that he could conquer the entire country...

The magician, a special identity suddenly added by the demons - the teacher of the devil and the witch!

Then, the witch's rapid progress should be related to the magician.

Yes, it's him...

The magician walked slowly to where the demon king was sitting just now. He looked back calmly and slowly scanned the people in the hall.

The maids and dancing succubi who stayed in the hall were all shocked, and they all put down their things and knelt down to salute.

"See Lord Magician!"

The magician nodded slightly and raised his hand to signal them to excuse themselves and get up.

At this time, everyone at the banquet came to their senses, and they all stood up and bowed.

The Demon Lord once announced that the Magician and the Demon Lord are of the same level and have no priority.

When the magician saw them saluting, he raised his hand and returned the salute. But in the face of the greetings that came from time to time, he still didn't speak.

Sitting down upright, he looked down at the chair made of gorgeous black crystal.

The maid who had been watching beside the chair immediately understood. She picked up the wine bottle and refilled the wine bottle that the Demon Lord had just used.

After she poured the wine, the magician took the wine bottle.

He had a warm smile on his face, but the aura that could repel people thousands of miles away could not be ignored.

Holding the uneven wine bottle with his long and sharply knuckled fingers, the magician finally spoke: "I am a magician from the demon clan. This is the first time we meet. I would like to express my gratitude to all of you who are invited here for this glass of wine."