Born to be a Demon (GL)

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So there was this absurd thing about choosing beauties in Wangxian Tower. Courtiers or wealthy merchants paid tribute to beauties, and danced a dance in Wangxian Tower to win the word "good" from the saint before they could enter and be selected by the saint.

These beauties include pure ones and seductive ones, basically everything is included.Every beauty has incomparable confidence in themselves, and no one will obey anyone when they dance, but they all come with a mission, and they all stand in front of the saint with their faces and hearts at odds.

Holy Maiden: "Lift up your head."

Those beauties raised their heads according to the words, but after seeing the face of the person in front of them clearly, they immediately lowered their heads in shame.

There are beauties in the world, and there is another kind of people called celestial beings. The saint is nothing more than this kind of person, with slender feet and waist, and bright eyes. Her eyebrows are extremely long, as if inserted into the temples obliquely, which is more lingering than ordinary women.The eyes are long but not thin, and the end of the eyes is wide. When looking at people, they are always slightly raised, and they are indescribably gentle and charming.

She was dressed in red, and she stepped barefoot on a white fox fur mat, with a monster blood lotus tattooed on her ankle.The whole person seems to be full of righteousness, which is really contradictory.

There is no one in Daliang who has never seen a statue of a saint, but when they see a real person, they will come to the same conclusion as Chu Ci: she is not human.

No mortal can grow up like her.

The saint yawned lazily, and said to the waiter: "If the people below still send this kind of goods, there is no need to come again."

"Oh? This capital seems to be a great person, let me take a look," she frowned, and a sky eye opened in the center of her forehead. After a while, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Yixie's aura became even more obvious: "It's Jiang Yang."

This time it's time to play.

But how could she be with the Heavenly Emperor?

☆、Chapter 23

Just as Jiang Yang moved her eyes away from Wangxian Tower, her back started to feel cold inexplicably. She couldn't help but raised her hand to touch the back of her hand, and subconsciously looked up at the heavily-draped pavilion.

If a spell is cast, Jiang Yang may not be able to see the saint inside, but unfortunately she is too big, and she never expected that there is such a number one person in the mortal world.

The origin of Daliang, the saint, even Li Hao, the current saint, is not very clear.I only know that she has great supernatural powers and can use all means to protect the country in times of crisis, plus she uses some small tricks, so she wholeheartedly listens to her.

The tradition of saintess has a long history in the Central Plains, but the attitude of each generation of emperors is different. When encountering an emperor who is particularly diligent and self-confident, the saint will retire, and she will appear again when the royal family needs it.No matter how the dynasties change, the saintesses always exist, so there are rumors that each generation of saintesses is actually the same person, but no one has confirmed it. After all, no one can live from ancient times to the present.

When Jiang Yang looked here again, Saintess Lian withdrew her temptation a long time ago, walked slowly to the fence, raised the curtain lightly with her bare hands, and looked at Jiang Yang with a pair of mortal eyes.

But, just look away.

Jiang Yang only saw a figure upstairs, which disappeared in a flash.

Who is it?

When she remembered to use her spiritual sense to explore, the inside was empty, and Saintess Lian had already left Wangxianlou.

Feng Jun contributed almost all of his purse, and turned around to ask Jiang Yang again, which surprised Jiang Yang: "Why did you give away so much? How come the shutter has prepared hundreds of taels of cash. "

"Is a few hundred taels a lot?"

Jiang Yang: "..."

Feng Jun was a little embarrassed: "I saw that there were more than a dozen of them, so they divided the money into more than ten cents. But now a new one has come, and I have no money."

"New?" Jiang Yang took a closer look, in addition to the inexplicable new faces in front of him, there were also ragged beggars running over from the alley in the distance. Jiang Yang grabbed Feng Jun's arm and shouted: "Run, it's a new one. All the beggars in the city know that you have been taken advantage of. If you don't leave, you will be demolished alive."

"Hey!"

Feng Jun didn't know why, but he followed Jiang Yang's footsteps and ran all the way to a place where no one was there.

"Isn't this the capital city? How come there are so many beggars? As far as I know, isn't it only famine and floods that breed a large number of beggars?" Feng Jun looked puzzled, "How could it be like this?"

Jiang Yang leaned on the wall and panted: "It's not easy, because the emperor is fatuous, and the officials below will eat a vegetarian meal."

Feng Jun said seriously: "Since he is so useless, how can he continue to be emperor? Will there be no one to replace him?"

Jiang Yang almost amused him, stood on tiptoe and patted him on the shoulder, saying: "Innocent and good boy, the emperor in the world is hereditary, why is he the emperor, because his father is the emperor, his father is because of my father My Lao Tzu is the emperor. The world is not like the heaven, you can live for thousands of years, if one day you are going to die, who will you pass on the throne of the emperor of heaven?"

"Pass it to you." Feng Jun said.

"What if you have kids?"

"That goes to you too." He still said so.

Jiang Yang looked up at him, the young man's eyes looked a little heavy, revealing something she didn't really want to see.It's just to use it, if it involves feelings, I may not be able to pass my own test.

So Jiang Yang simply changed the topic and said: "Why did you treat those mortals so well just now? Isn't our Heavenly Emperor claiming that strangers should not come near?"

Feng Jun: "They are too weak, so weak that anyone can crush them to death. If you can help them, why not?"

"But they have nothing to offer us."

"We don't lack that kind of offering. If I were the emperor of the mortal world," Feng Jun said, "I will definitely manage the country in an orderly manner, not picking up lost things on the road, and not closing the door at night."

Jiang Yang was silent, and asked him after a while: "Can you cook?"

"What are you asking this for?"

"You just have to answer."

Feng Jun shook his head inexplicably.

Jiang Yang: "That's it. Governing a big country is like cooking small fish. You don't even know how to govern a big country. Let me ask you, what would you do if you did something wrong like an emperor in the world?" What to do? You are the emperor of heaven, no one dares to contradict you. Even if you did something wrong, you don’t know it yourself."

Jiang Yang's words actually have other meanings. She has been with the Emperor of Heaven for tens of thousands of years, and she knows that the young Emperor of Heaven is self-willed, has his own set of iron and blood rules in his heart, and upholds extreme justice. The cruelty of monsters.In addition, he can be regarded as a good emperor who has done his duty.

Chu Ci will not let him go, Jiang Yang knows it very well.But there is always a little vain idea in my heart. If the emperor of heaven can realize his mistakes and reform himself, he may be able to plead for forgiveness in front of the king.

As a demon, Jiang Yang is in the same position as him; as a fairy Jiang Chu, he does have friendship with him.

"If I really did something wrong," Feng Jun said, "wouldn't it be you? Others don't dare to say it, so don't you?"

That's it.

Jiang Yang sighed in his heart, shook his head, and stopped talking.

Not far away was bustling with crowds, as if there was something new, Jiang Yang said, "Let's go ahead and have a look," and immediately turned his head and walked forward. Feng Jun was stunned for a while, and followed.

Surrounded by the crowd was a woman in white hemp filial piety and a dead body wrapped in straw.

Jiang Yang could tell at a glance that the woman had an outstanding appearance, but there was a piece of hemp stalk inserted obliquely in the bun on her head, her face was gloomy, with a hint of sadness.

This is the common practice of selling one's body to bury one's father in a play.

Jiang Yang followed the crowd to watch for a while, and the thugs played in the play also came on stage, with the phrase "little lady" on the left and the phrase "little beauty" molesting on the right, still uttering some dirty and dirty language in his mouth .