All the cannon fodders I have flirted with are on top [Quick Wear]

Ning Zhi looked at his expression and was somewhat surprised that he didn't refute.

Isn't he the most awkward demon in the entire demon world? Why did he admit it so suddenly this time?

The two of them had their own thoughts, and the atmosphere gradually became subtle.

The other demon generals thought that the two were just being shy and without thinking much, they gathered together to discuss where to hold the contract ceremony.

Their demon world is not like those old-fashioned immortal sects that have sect discrimination. To them, as long as the Demon Lord likes someone, it doesn't matter even if they are not a human being.

Fu Wang was immersed in his own thoughts, kicking Qi Gui's body on the ground from time to time, and did not notice Ning Zhi's occasional glances at him.

Because at this moment, there were two villains fighting in his heart:

Black villain: You are greedy for his body, and you still say you don’t like him?

Red villain: That was all to get rid of the evil spell. Now that Qi Gui is dead, the evil spell is naturally broken. Without the evil spell to trouble you, you will definitely not be greedy for his body anymore.

Black Villain: Really? Think about it carefully, do you really, really not want to get him?

Little Red Man: No need to recall, you don’t want to!

Fu Wang was annoyed by their noise and left immediately, leaving Ning Zhi standing there, not knowing what he was thinking.

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"Hey, do you think it's okay for us to do this? Will the Demon Lord kill us in a rage?"

Another red-haired demon said with a "tsk". "What are you talking about? Can't you see that the Demon Lord is interested in that immortal sect? Our Demon Lord didn't say anything because he is too shy to say it. As his subordinates, we must share the Demon Lord's worries!"

"So where did you get all those red silks to hang?"

The red-haired demon twitched his chin and said, "Well, just hang it on the palace door. It is the custom of the immortal sect to hang red silk for the ceremony of the covenant. In order for the demon lord to win the beauty, of course we have to follow that custom."

So, without Fu Wang's knowledge, the demon world prepared a grand ceremony of forming a covenant behind his back.

The reason I didn't tell him was that I wanted to give him a surprise.

However, Ning Zhi had always known about it, and it was he who took the initiative to tell people about the customs of the immortal sect.

Fu Wang has disappeared since he was forced to confess his feelings last time. No one knows where he has gone to calm down.

Ning Zhi occupied the Demon Palace alone and lived a very leisurely and comfortable life.

"Master Ling, the Demon Lord is a very good demon." Xiao Zhu was peeling grapes for him, and his little intention of wanting to say good things about his own Demon Lord was obvious.

"How good is it?"

Xiao Zhu threw away the grapes and excitedly tried to sell him the product. "I watched the Demon Lord grow up. He was smart since he was young. He started practicing when other demons were still wetting their pants. He has never had any emotional debts. I assure you, the Demon Lord is absolutely powerful and pure!"

The more Ning Zhi listened, the more he felt something was wrong. "You watched Fu Wang grow up?"

"Yes, I am already five hundred years old, but I look younger."

Ning Zhi was so shocked that the grapes in his mouth dropped out. Xiao Zhu looked only fifteen years old, but he turned out to be a five-hundred-year-old devil.

Xiao Zhu ignored his shock, moved closer to him, and continued mysteriously, "And the most crucial point, the Demon Lord... is definitely a rookie!"

"Cough..." Ning Zhi was choked by a grape and kept coughing while lying on the bed.

"Oh! Are you okay?" Xiao Zhu patted his back quickly.

Ning Zhi coughed until his face turned red. He waved his hand at him to indicate that he was fine.

He just didn't expect that the demons in the demon world would discuss this topic behind his back.

Xiao Zhu was relieved to see that he was okay, and grabbed the hem of his clothes, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

Ning Zhi stopped coughing. Looking at his expression, he thought he was frightened by him. "Just say whatever you want to say."

Xiao Zhu's eyes lit up, "Then can I ask who is better between you and the Demon Lord?"

"Cough cough cough!!"

The cough that Ning Zhi had finally stopped came back again, even more violently than before. He coughed for a long time and couldn't calm down.

Xiao Zhu was really frightened this time. He tried to help him at a loss, but was swept aside by a strong palm wind.

Ning Zhi raised his eyes suddenly, and was startled when he saw who it was. "Why are you here?"

Patriarch Qingkong snorted coldly, "If I don't come and take you back, you will fall into the devil's way!"

"You overthink it."

"Still quibbling. When I sneaked in, I heard them say that you wanted to form a pact with the Demon Lord. Did he force you to do that?"