Xianjun!Keep the fish under the sword!

Light gauze hangs down, and bead curtains flutter.

When Pei Yan woke up, she felt a sudden pain in her head.

He opened his eyes and saw the surrounding bead curtains, hanging curtains, and a place with a strong retro style like the ancient bedroom in the movie.

"Fuck... what the hell?"

Pei Yan sat in a daze on a big bed made of ancient wood, with uncontrollable thoughts and guesses pouring into his mind...

He reached out and wiped his face vigorously: "I may have stumbled."

Footsteps approached.

Pei Yan looked up.

A slender girl in ancient costume (?) walked up to him with her head down.

"Your Highness, His Majesty the Demon King has called you over."

Pei Yan: "..."

Seeing that the people behind the hanging curtain did not respond, the girl in ancient costume bowed her head. After a long while, she still did not respond, then she raised her head in doubt: "Your Highness?"

Pei Yan continued to look her up and down in bewilderment... she didn't expect that she would look up, and was startled when she suddenly saw half of the scaly face in her eyes.

Half of the face is covered with something like snake scales, one on top of the other, pitch black, ferocious and terrifying, so fucking creepy!

The girl in front of him noticed his eyes, and quickly lowered her head again. "I'm sorry, Qing Luo scared you again."

Pei Yan swallowed, and seeing her lower her head again with a cowardly look, she felt a little uncomfortable: "It's okay, it's okay, forget it, it's my fuss."

After finishing speaking, he asked again: "What did you just say?"

The girl in ancient costume repeated again: "Your Majesty the Demon King calls you over, the Palace of the Demon King."

Pei Yan couldn't help but swallowed again, with a hesitant tone: "Demon... king?"

The girl lowered her head: "Yes."

"...then who am I?"

The girl froze for a moment, and couldn't help but slightly raised her head, showing her eyes to Pei Yan.

"You...Of course you are the Seventh Prince of His Majesty the Demon King, Your Highness Wuyuan."

Her exposed eyes are big and round, delicate and energetic, full of aura, not ugly.Although you can still see the terrifying snake scales piled up in front of you.

Pei Yan tried to digest her words: "I am the seventh prince of the demon king you mentioned, named Wuyuan?"

The girl nodded dully: "...um." After um, she couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you, Your Highness?"

She thought for a while, then asked hesitantly: "Did you suffer too much injury in yesterday's martial arts competition, and the demon soul was shaken? Still a little unclear?"

Pei Yan wiped her face vigorously again: "Yes... I don't know very well, I just feel like I'm dreaming."

The girl looked at him and smiled unexpectedly: "You didn't dream, you won the contest yesterday, the Eighth Prince was severely injured by you and couldn't even save his body, he showed his original shape and went to the Demon Spirit Pool to heal his injuries , I’m afraid they won’t be able to come out within a few years.”

Pei Yan couldn't help but think of the previous kick, and that male voice who sounded very stressful, what other college places are there?

Pei Yan slapped himself twice: "Is this really a dream?"

The girl was startled, and hurried forward to grab Pei Yan's hand in desperation: "Your Highness, what are you doing?! You just healed yesterday's injury, don't hurt yourself again..."

Although her face was ferocious, her small hands were white and tender, and the touch on Pei Yan's wrist was so clear that it was hard to ignore.

A little cool, but very delicate.

It's not like a dream...

Flooded by the extremely real five senses, Pei Yan really couldn't convince himself that this was a dream.

He raised his eyes and looked at the snake scales on the face of the girl in front of him...

It is also extremely realistic, too realistic.

It is true at all!

He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the pitch-black snake scales...

The place where the snake scale was touched by him turned up and opened.There is also a fishy smell.

Lying in a big trough, dreaming a fart, it is true!

Scary monsters, scary real.

Pei Yan reached out to wipe his face for the third time.

Qing Luo was stunned by his touch, the other half of her fair and tender face flushed red, she hastily let go of Pei Yan's hand and stepped back: "Qing Luo surpassed, thank you Your Highness for not despising Qing Luo."

Pei Yan let out a breath, and pretended to be calm and calm down from the bed.

As soon as the body moved, the pain like tearing liver, gallbladder, spleen and stomach surged up again, Pei Yan was caught off guard and almost knelt on the extremely clean white stone on the ground.

There is a rose-shaped bright red mark at the foot.

It looks like blood, but it seems to have completely melted into the smooth white stone. Although it is abrupt, it is not ugly.

His brain suddenly hurt again.

a woman.

Very beautiful woman.

Wearing a water-blue complex gauze, layered on top of each other, with wide-sleeved long clothes, like an ancient princess.

But lying on this bed very weakly.

She stretched her jade-like hand towards herself, and what flowed out of her eyes was not tears, but dark red blood.

"Yuan'er..." She said this, and pressed the small piece of golden thing pinched by her fingertips to her forehead, her voice was extremely sad: "One day, take me home."

When Pei Yan came back to his senses, he felt a tight pain in his chest.

It feels like other people's emotions poured into my heart unreservedly, abrupt and strong, the lingering poison lingers for a long time, it really hurts.

He suddenly remembered the celebration banquet of Qiuji Hot Pot. Lu Ming's younger sister fell into the water, suffocating in pain, and a voice told him... said... to exchange souls?

Pei Yan was picked up from the ground by the girl beside him in a daze.

So... did he really exchange souls with someone? ? ?

Do people really have souls? ?

Can souls be exchanged? ? ?

Fuck...it feels like a fantastic experience...Is it true that I am not dreaming? ? ?

When stepping out of the dormitory, Pei Yan felt that he probably really exchanged souls with that... the seventh prince of the demon world...

Not dreaming.

Because the smell of the sea water in front of him suddenly rushed into his nose, he raised his head and looked at the sky outside the dormitory like watching a magical movie.

The top of the head is like an endless sea pouring down, the blue is shining, and the microwave is blowing from time to time.

All kinds of grotesque creatures swim in it, such as human-headed snakes, human-faced fish, human-footed turtles... Anyway, they are not normal creatures at first glance, and you need some psychological endurance when looking at them.

When these monsters saw him coming out of the dormitory, they all gathered in the blue sea above his head that was closest to him, and poked their heads out of the pouring sea water to look at him.

"The Seventh Prince is out!"

"The Seventh Prince was really mighty yesterday~"

"Give us aquarium a face!"

"Princess Li Ge will be delighted if she can see it..."

The girl Qing Luo walked in front to lead the way for Pei Yan, and at the same time said in a low voice: "Princess Li Ge is your mother, the most beautiful princess of the deep sea clan... I'm afraid your demon soul is still a little shaken and you don't know what to do, so let me tell you. "

Pei Yan looked at those monsters with a bit of scalp numbness. In contrast, she felt that the girl in front of her was at least human-like, and she looked much better. "Huh... I do have a lot of unclear... Your name is Qing Luo?"

Qing Luo looked back at him and nodded slightly: "I don't blame you, His Highness was injured too badly in the martial arts competition yesterday...Qing Luo is not qualified to go to the Demon Martial Palace to watch the battle, but I heard that you almost died in the eighth highness' Xuan Fire thorns whipped... If it wasn't for the demon power that was finally stimulated, Qing Luo could only be buried for His Highness."

Pei Yan wanted to wipe his face again: "Didn't you say it was the demon world? Is it so feudal? After the prince dies, other demons have to be buried?"

Hearing the strange words, Qing Luo gave Pei Yan a puzzled look, and then said: "After Princess Li Ge dissipates, you won't keep even a demon attendant by your side. Your Highness ordered, you made a mistake while he was not in the palace, Chi Qingluo must die to apologize."

"Your Highness? The eldest prince of the Demon King??" Pei Yan resisted the gesture of wiping his face: "The seventh prince... no, it's just me, do you have a good relationship with him?"

What did Pei Yan think of, and asked Qing Luo again: "By the way, what's the situation with me here? Who do I know better?? Do you have any friends?"

Qing Luo looked up at him again, and then lowered his head again: "You must have hurt the demon soul...Have you forgotten all about your highnesses bullying you? No wonder...the voice is much more relaxed than before. ...His Highness used to...seldom speak."

Pei Yan shut up.

"You...you probably have no friends. In this Demon Palace, His Majesty the Great and the Ninth Highness are the most distinguished. Because the original body is from the same family as His Majesty the Demon King, and has inherited His Majesty's blood and demon power, it is much stronger than the other Highnesses. Others The original body of His Royal Highness followed his mother, and if the demonic power of the blood in the body is not strong, the demon soul is weak. Your Highness the Seventh Prince... especially, not only has the original body followed the mother, but also the demon soul is extremely weak, and has always been the weakest among all the highnesses. Yes." Qing Luo's voice was even softer: "The demon power is basically nothing... Just yesterday, you might not even be able to beat me."

Pei Yan had developed a habit of sweating a lot during games, so Pei Yan finally wiped his face again.

At the same time, there are several troughs in my heart...

The one who exchanged souls with me is a prince from the demon world, so weak...?

"Except for His Royal Highness and the Fourth Highness who doesn't care about anything... In the past 100 years, the other highnesses have basically taken pleasure in bullying you... Your Majesty the Demon King..." Qing Luo frowned, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice: "Your Majesty the Demon King is cold-blooded and ruthless... In the past, because your demon power was too weak... I disliked you the most... Otherwise, I wouldn't allow other Highnesses to bully you all the time."

Qing Luo glanced at Pei Yan worriedly: "His Royal Highness is not here, please be careful when His Highness goes down to His Majesty."

It was only then that Pei Yan noticed that there was a transparent blister around him and Qing Luo, which seemed to be used to prevent the sound from spreading out.

Qing Luo stretched out his finger and pointed at a ghostly and gloomy hall not far in front: "Your Highness must go to the Demon King's Hall by himself, Qing Luo can no longer follow."

Pei Yan nodded.

Qing Luo stood quietly aside.

Pei Yan walked two steps towards the Demon King's Palace, and couldn't help but stop and ask: "You have been emphasizing to me His Highness, and I feel that he takes care of Qi...Mine, why do you say that I have no friends here?"

Qing Luo couldn't help raising her eyes to take a deep look at Pei Yan. "His Royal Highness is your lover, not your friend."