Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Feng Ye frowned, he knew that Song Yexi was difficult to deal with, he thought that his temperament was just cold, but he never thought that Song Yexi was really hard-working and hard-tempered.

"Then why are you telling me this? Aren't you afraid I'll stop you?"

Song Yexi chuckled: "Even if I tell you, it won't change everything that is going to happen."

Feng Ye opened the folding fan, put one hand behind his back, his expression gradually regained his composure, and said: "There are variables that have not yet been realized, even if it is only a ten-thousandth."

However, Song Yexi looked more natural and calm than him.

A gentle breeze blows up the headband on his hair, Song Yexi tilts his head slightly, his ignorant appearance really makes people think he is simple, but his eyes are sharp without concealing it.

"Unfortunately, I will not let this kind of change happen to me."

The folding fan in Feng Ye's hand stopped slightly, put it away, and said coldly: "That may not be the case, I will not let you succeed, let alone let you endanger the Feng Clan."

Hearing this, Song Yexi couldn't help but secretly smiled wryly in her heart, so in their eyes, nothing he did would be a good thing, no matter how good his superficial skills were, they never regarded him as one of their own.

Song Yexi walked over step by step, and stepped on the handkerchief that had been burned to ashes: "I haven't done anything yet, why do you assert that I want to harm the demons? I am really not a good person, but now you say that about me , is it really okay?"

"You know..."

Before Feng Ye finished speaking, Song Yexi interrupted him.

"Yes, I know that my life experience is terrible, but I insist on doing so, so what, but this is my life experience, and they are my parents, so there is nothing I can't say."

Feng Ye didn't know what to say for a while, he only knew that if Song Yexi's background was exposed, it would be bad for him.

Seeing that Song Yexi insisted on doing this, Feng Ye could only say: "Since you know that doing this is not only preventing the Feng family from coming down, but also making him a joke in the demon world."

Feng Ye was indeed protecting Song Nuo. Song Nuo was half human and half demon, and was born without spiritual power. This is not worthy of praise, but it is not Song Yexi's fault that others look at her or pity her.

"Is it my fault that he can become a joke in the demon world? He has come to this point by himself. I follow my Yangguan way, and he crosses his single-plank bridge."

Song Yexi's expression was awe-inspiring, and layers of murderous aura emerged from her body.

Feng Ye felt more and more that Song Yexi was very terrifying. He was able to hide the murderous intent so deeply. If Song Nuo hadn't been mentioned, such a deep murderous intent would not have been seen.

Feng Ye clenched his folding fan tightly and said, "From the bottom of your heart, you thought he was a joke of the demon world and a disgrace to the Song clan, so that's what you thought."

"Go on."

Having said this, Feng Ye continued to speak.

"You abandoned him in order to be the patriarch and to enjoy the honorable status of the Song clan, and you accepted strangers as your parents. When you enjoyed the glory, he was looked down upon by others. He gave you flesh and blood, but you repay him like this? ?”

But after finishing speaking, Feng Ye regretted a little, he was never so aggressive, and now he said such ugly words from his mouth.

It shouldn't be like this, at least his meeting with Song Yexi shouldn't be like this.

Song Yexi was taken aback when she heard what he said, but the murderous aura around her suddenly disappeared.

He walked over, took a leaf off Feng Ye's shoulder, and while straightening Feng Ye's collar with his hands, he said, "It's over? Second uncle, you always like a free and easy life, why are you so concerned about these troubles now?" What happened, and your position is so strange, why?"

Feng Ye took two steps back, and straightened his collar again.

"I'm just thinking about the Feng Clan and the entire demon world. Now that the Feng Clan is being invaded by the demons, how can I allow the Feng Clan to regenerate and change, and how can I allow the demon world to have troubles."

Song Yexi said: "In the past, I didn't talk very much in the Song Clan, but when you came here, I was willing to say a few more words. I always thought that you knew me best. Now I understand many things in the past. Didn't you come to see me? , but just borrowed an excuse."

After finishing speaking, Song Yexi's expression was quite relieved.

Feng Ye whispered, "Song Yexi, I really underestimated you."

The fly ash of the handkerchief on the ground drifted away with the wind, as if all the remaining thoughts in Song Yexi's heart were gone.

Song Yexi closed her eyes and shook her head: "No, you never underestimated me. Like those people, you just treat me like a piece of wood without emotion."

Feng Ye was taken aback for a moment, when did his little thoughts be seen so clearly by others.

When he talked with Song Yexi, he only felt that Song Yexi was different, a genius, a genius of cultivation, and a genius who constantly broke through the limit.

But that's all, in Fengye's view, Song Yexi is unintentional, ruthless and thoughtless.

And he went to the Song Clan to meet Song Yexi, but it was just a way to get news about Song Nuo.

Feng Ye said: "Even so, it is impossible for me to let you take over the Feng Clan."

"Do you think these are useful?"

Feng Ye said again: "Yes, if I live with you, you won't be able to become the patriarch of the Feng Clan."

"Feng Ye, don't be rude."

Suddenly there was an old and majestic shout in the air.

I saw a smear of white hovering in the air, and that smear of white gradually merged into a human form between the two of them. The mother-in-law in black clothes had gray hair, and although there were many wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, she couldn't hide the majesty in her eyes.

Feng Ye hurriedly bowed and said, "Patriarch, why did you leave the valley?"

The old patriarch slowly raised his hand, pointed at Song Yexi, and said, "I'm here to find this child."

The old patriarch in front of him is the patriarch of the Feng clan, but this is just an illusion conjured up by the old patriarch with spiritual power.

But Song Yexi also bowed slightly to show respect.

"Song Yexi paid a visit to the patriarch of the Feng clan. The patriarch is really good at cultivation."

The old patriarch looked at Song Yexi and smiled, and the corners of his eyes also bent down, unable to hide his joy.

"Son, you've grown up, but I didn't expect you to come back after all."

"Yes, Song Yexi is back."

The old patriarch said: "Come to Yunkong Valley, I want to see you."

"Okay." After returning, Song Yexi flew to Yunkong Valley.

But Feng Ye seemed to have something to say: "Patriarch, this..."

The old patriarch raised his hand and stopped it.

"You don't need to say any more, the old man has his own arrangements for this matter."

Hearing these words, Feng Ye could only say yes.

Song Yexi tapped the top of the tree and walked all the way to Yunkong Valley.

Yunkong Valley is located in the back mountain of the Feng family. The mountains are beautiful, with towering green mountains and towering old trees. There are all kinds of spirit beasts living here, and there are many exotic flowers and plants growing there. This is not a place where ordinary people can come.

Song Yexi was dressed in a black brocade suit with fine floral texture, and a white headband raised up his black hair. He was tall and slender, with the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind, with a dashing demeanor.

Arriving at Yunkong Valley, the valley is peaceful and there is a large-scale flower field, and in the flower field there is an old woman with extraordinary style.

Song Yexi walked over and asked, "Are you the old patriarch?"

"Old man is really old, do you still need to add an old word when you call a patriarch?"

The old patriarch raised his head, still smiling, with loving eyes.

Song Yexi bowed slightly and apologized: "I'm rude, Song Yexi pays respects to the patriarch."

The old patriarch said again: "You should call me grandma."

The breeze was blowing in this flower field, and the sweet fragrance of flowers filled the breath, but Song Yexi was silent.

Seeing this, the old patriarch's smile faded a bit, but the joy in her eyes did not diminish by half. She sighed lightly: "Yes, if you don't shout, I will understand. After all, I broke up your parents with my own hands. .”

Song Yexi shook her head and said, "Even if we don't break up, my life may not change."

Back then, even if there were no members of the Feng clan to obstruct them, their family's life would not have been much better.

The old patriarch walked towards Song Yexi tremblingly, holding a small flower in his hand, walked up to Song Yexi and handed the flower to him, she said: "Your obsession is too deep, everything is over, why don't you let go? "

Song Yexi looked at the little flower, the petals were still swaying in the wind, but his heart was not at peace, he clenched his hands suddenly, and said coldly: "You have only met me once, how do you know my persistence?" I read it, but I never picked it up, so I talked about putting it down."

The old patriarch asked: "Why do you want to be the head of the Feng clan?"

Song Yexi replied: "One return."

The old patriarch asked again: "Then how do you know the way forward?"

"I don't know, and I don't care."

The old patriarch took Song Yexi's hand. Song Yexi instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand at first, but she let her hold it. The old patriarch handed the little flower into his hand.

"If the old body is handed over to you as the patriarch, it will be the life of the entire Feng Clan. How do you ensure the safety of the entire Feng Clan?"

Song Yexi shook her head: "There is no guarantee."

"It's just for your return, but I have to hand over the future of the entire clan, how can I feel at ease."

"Whether you don't worry about it or not, the position of patriarch must be mine, isn't it?" Song Yexi didn't want to throw the flower, and he just carried the flower behind his back and said, "As far as I am concerned, I want to pay back, even if it means killing me."

The old patriarch waved his hand and said repeatedly: "That's all, I don't understand what young people think."

The old patriarch turned to look at Song Yexi with a gentle expression: "I want to hug you, can I?"

The look of the old patriarch of the Feng clan is gentle, really gentle, and there is no impurity in that gentleness.

This kind of tenderness that simply wants to be nice to a person is real. Song Yexi has seen it before, and it has always been like this from Wen Li.

"it is good."

The moment the old patriarch hugged Song Yexi, the clothes and appearance of the old patriarch changed. His appearance became younger and better-looking, and his white hair turned to black.

"I'm sorry for making you lose your family, and I'm sorry for not giving you warmth as your relatives."

The first time someone remembered his loss, the first time anyone remembered.

All of Song Yexi's vigilance and spikes all over her body also disintegrated at this time.

"You have given it before, Master Pang Feng."

The old patriarch stood up, her clothes matched her very well, a hosta was inserted obliquely in her dark hair, and a very slender chain dangled from the hairpin, which swayed gently with her movements.

"Teach me the Feng Clan's swordsmanship, teach me how to practice exercises, I remember all of these."

"Do you remember?"

Song Yexi nodded: "Yes."

"When did you recognize it?"

"Since you taught me how to practice exercises, I would rather call you Master Pangfeng than grandma."