Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Sure enough, Song Yexi returned to Muyi Garden not long after he left the corridor of the apse, and someone came looking for him, and saw Feng He Dao appearing in front of him, blocking his way.

Feng Hedao had a smile on his face, with disdain mixed in, and the short and deep scars at the corners of his eyes when the corners of his eyes were bent made his tough face still look fierce.

He was still holding the sword in his hand, which looked like a knife but not a knife, black in the silver light, showing a fierce light, a man was like a sword, and the sword was like a man.

He snorted coldly and said: "I really don't know what's good about you. Letting you into my Phoenix Clan is already giving you face. Why, you have to push your nose in face."

Song Yexi asked casually: "Is provocation enough?"

The smile on Feng Hedao's face immediately disappeared, leaving only his fierce and gloomy eyes. He clenched the sword in his hand and stared closely at Song Yexi.

"Not enough, of course not enough! What is your purpose in coming to the Feng Clan to fight for the patriarch!"

Hearing this, Song Yexi chuckled nonchalantly. Although he was indeed the biggest threat to the patriarch's position, such a provocation was also annoying.

Since in their eyes he was nothing more than a deposed and expelled useless patriarch, they have humiliated him and regarded him as a threat.

"Until now, I'm still a guest, and your attitude is the way to treat guests?"

Bah, Feng He Dao slammed on the ground, put the sword on his shoulder, and looked at Song Yexi contemptuously: "What kind of attitude should that be! The Feng clan doesn't welcome you, a waste who was expelled from the clan, you can make me Twelve Tingjian came forward to dismiss him, heh, you are also capable."

Song Yexi frowned inadvertently. He was expelled from the Song clan back then, and it was the elders of the Twelve Tribunals who expelled him from the clan. This is well known in the demon world.

Although he has nothing to worry about about the Song family, this matter is a small thorn in Song Yexi's heart after all, whether it hurts or itches, but it is this small thorn that cannot be downplayed and ignored .

"I know you doubt me, and even hate me, but if you doubt me, you doubt me, and if you dislike me, you hate me. If you make a move first, don't blame me for being rude."

Song Yexi took a step forward, looked directly at him, and said, "I've been in the Song clan for a long time, and I'm used to calling the wind and calling the rain and being superior, but if someone slaps me, I will naturally slap back twice, even More."

After finishing speaking, Song Yexi walked past him, walked towards the small attic in Muyiyuan, passed by, and within three steps, Feng Hedao turned around suddenly, pressed his shoulder, and pressed hard.

"Are you threatening me?"

Song Yexi raised his hand to knock down his hand, and deflected the attack of Feng He Dao. Song Yexi stood upright, and waved his hand to straighten the coat that rose with his movements.

"If you want to understand it this way, it's okay, even if it's threatening you, so what? If you have something to do, you can come directly to me. Why do you have to beat around the bush and humiliate people from your Feng clan to scold me?"

In the small Muyi Garden, there are many trees around, which block the wind, but there seems to be swords and swords flashing in the garden, and a small fallen leaf disturbs the frozen atmosphere.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for Feng Ye and the others to tolerate you, I would have kicked you down Wutong Mountain."

Song Yexi was no longer gentle, and said coldly: "Then put away the redundant words, and we can talk about it after you kick me off Wutong Mountain."

"I want you to look good now!"

After Feng Hedao finished speaking, he threw the sword in his hand into the air, grasped the hilt, and drew out the sword. The blade cut a silver arc against the light at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, Song Yexi didn't have any weapons at hand for a while, and he still didn't like to grab the white blade empty-handed. Looking around the garden, he had a faint plan in his heart.

Song Yexi leaned back to avoid the oncoming sword of Feng He Dao, reached out and grabbed the branch of the dwarf tree beside him, folded it off, and swished it, making a rustling sound.

The two had fought each other at the Sword Forest Conference. Feng He Dao didn't know about it, but Song Yexi knew that he had seen Feng He Dao's sword moves before, and Song Yexi himself was very proficient in Feng He Dao's swordsmanship.

Back then at the Sword Forest Conference, if it hadn't been for the severe damage to Feng Ye's vitality after fighting with Feng Ye, how could Song Yexi let Feng Hedao find a loophole and almost be killed.

At this time, Song Yexi froze, the blade brushed past the corner of his eyes, he clenched a branch in his hand, and swung it at Feng He Dao, Feng He Dao had to take a few steps back.

Although it was just a branch, Song Yexi used spiritual power to transport it. What really hurt people was not the branch, but the spiritual energy carried by the branch.

"He Dao, stop!"

Hearing someone shouting from behind, Feng He daoed, but still held the long sword and went towards Song Yexi.

Seeing that Feng He Dao couldn't be shouted, Feng Ye pulled out the fan from his waist and stood in front of him. When the fan bone rubbed against the blade, there was a flash of light, Feng He Dao had no choice but to stop.

Although Feng He Dao had withdrawn, he was still unconvinced. He clenched his sword tightly and roared in a low voice: "Why stop! He hurt a member of my Feng family, how can he be lightly spared!"

Hearing this, Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether it was true or not, so he asked: "Is this true?"

Feng Hedao still stared at Song Yexi viciously: "He seriously injured my people in the corridor of the back hall, and many people can testify."

There was nothing strange on Feng Ye's face, he knew Song Yexi well, if someone hadn't provoked this matter first, Song Yexi would not seriously hurt others.

On the contrary, Feng Hedao's hostility towards Song Yexi was not shallow, Feng Ye waved his hand: "I know now, well, He Dao, you go back, I have something to say to Song Gongzi."

But Feng He Dao couldn't accept it, so he picked up the sword and pointed at Song Yexi: "Is it possible to allow this person to run wild in the Feng Clan, why should the Feng Clan be afraid of a deposed patriarch of another clan! He hurt my people, if there is no explanation today , I, Feng He Dao, as a member of the Feng Clan, will not spare him easily!"

"Well, as I said, I will investigate the matter."

It was rare for Feng Ye to show some indifference on his face. Seeing this, Feng Hedao remained silent for a long time.

Feng Hedao kicked up the scabbard on the ground, put the sword back into the scabbard, picked up the sword and left angrily.

Song Yexi also threw away the branch in his hand, if he didn't throw it away, wouldn't he look a little silly holding half of the branch.

He took a handkerchief and wiped the sap stained on his palm bit by bit.

"Just tell me if you have anything to do with me."

"If that's the case, then I'll just say it straight."

Feng Ye heard what Song Yexi said, so he didn't intend to go around in circles anymore, and went straight to the point: "You don't care about fame, wealth and power. It was the same in the Song clan back then, but now you are here to fight for the position of the patriarch of the Feng clan. Why?"

Song Yexi didn't answer, he was still wiping his palms, bit by bit, carefully and earnestly.

The white handkerchief was stained with light green, and after wiping his palms clean, he raised his head and replied: "Fame, wealth and power really don't attract me, but it doesn't mean I don't need it, and it's natural for me to fight for the position of the patriarch of the Feng clan." It’s because it’s the easiest to get.”

Feng Ye's face was a bit dignified. He wanted to persuade him, but Song Yexi was bound to win, so it was a bit difficult.

He took a step forward, under the mottled shadow of the tree, calmly.

Feng Ye said: "Are you so sure that you can succeed? I know you have advanced cultivation, but the Feng Clan does not lack talents."

Song Yexi asked back: "Is it finished?"

Seeing that Song Yexi didn't care about his warning or dissuasion at all, Feng Ye could only sigh softly: "Give up, give up these, wouldn't it be good to live a peaceful life?"

"Give up? Not good, of course not." Song Yexi put down his hand, his tone was soft but harsh, he narrowed his eyes slightly, but his eyebrows were not at all kind, and he asked: "You said, what would be good if I gave up? "

"The demon world is peaceful, and the three realms are peaceful. You are now free and relaxed. Why not swim in the three realms and live a peaceful life."

Feng Ye counted out all the benefits of this incident for Song Yexi, but Song Yexi was not moved, even raised her eyebrows, and completely tore off the remaining superficial camouflage.

"Tranquility? Tranquility? Ever since I reappeared in Feng Clan Wutong Mountain as Song Yexi, those tranquility should have been shattered."

Feng Ye saw that Song Yexi refused to accept, so he stopped discussing and asked directly: "What is your purpose?"

"It's not too much to just want to return to my identity."

Hearing this, Feng Ye frowned, and asked, "What identity?"

Song Yexi hated them, that's why, at any time, they never regarded him as a relative, nor did they want to recognize him, they knew what he said, but they still pretended not to understand.

The son of the Wang family of the Song family, the apprentice of a famous master, the patriarch of the Song family... none of these are him.

Since he didn't understand, Song Yexi said it out.

"I want to be naturalized in the Feng clan, you should understand what I mean."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were said, Feng Ye, who was still calm just now, suddenly stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, and shouted at him: "You are doing this to push him to the cusp of the storm!"

Song Yexi didn't expect his reaction to be so big, he slowly took Feng Ye's hand off his collar, and suddenly laughed, Song Yexi smiled and asked, "Who are you pushing to the top?"

"You know it well!" Feng Ye pushed him violently.

"How can I still call you the second uncle? My nephew is going to be the patriarch. Why do you, as an uncle, stop me?"

The eyebrows are curved, the corners of the eyes are curved, the eyebrows and eyes are smiling, the corners of the lips are curved and raised, Song Yexi is smiling, and the smile is very bright.

He smiled and approached Feng Ye step by step: "Is it because I, Song Yexi, am not cultivated enough? Is it because I am not capable enough? Or are you also concerned about the fact that the Song clan abolished me?"

"you……"

"Why do you block me in every possible way? You and I know very well. After a hundred years, you really haven't changed at all. If you don't understand many things, you should also understand."

Song Yexi had already thrown away the handkerchief that she had just wiped her hands while she was talking, and when the handkerchief floated into the air, it suddenly caught fire, and all the handkerchiefs were burned up before they hit the ground.

Feng Ye had always lived a carefree and unrestrained life, and was rarely choked up to this point, but at this moment he was speechless.

"If you help me, I'll thank you. If you don't help, I can't blame you. But if you stop me, you can use your own ability. Don't blame my subordinates for being merciless."