Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

After Song Yexi left Yaotai, she went back to Jiangbei City to look for He Dong. He Dong was finally busy with He Ranju's murder case. She thought she could practice swords with peace of mind, but who knows, she couldn't find it anyway. The master of the whole family was so angry that they just sat in the backyard and scolded that goddamn murderer for several hours.

As a master, it was the first time that someone felt that this person still had some potential. He didn't even scold him for hours, at least his words were quite strong.

Song Yexi coughed, and He Dong's yelling and cursing were cut off so crisply that he turned his head and sniffed his nose and hugged his legs and cried loudly.

In the end, Song Yexi couldn't bear it anymore, and kicked his fat butt to kick him away.

"I'm not dead yet, why cry!"

He Dong hurriedly wiped the table and benches, poured tea, and said courteously, "I didn't think you were gone, little master. I finally gave up those messy things recently, and I was thinking about asking you, little master, to teach me a few things." I'm recruiting."

"Have you practiced the tricks I taught you a few days ago?"

He Dong nodded in response: "Yes, I have learned."

"Come here again, and tell me about the recent major events in Jiangbei City."

"Okay." He Dong took out his sword and went to the yard to start playing.

"Little master, do you know that the demon emperor's dowry was taken away?"

"Well, I heard about it."

"This matter sounds very interesting. In the demon world, there are still people who dare to rob the demon emperor's things, and it's still a dowry. Now the demon emperor will lose all face."

Song Yexi stopped talking when he heard the words, he was the one who robbed the dowry and made the demon emperor lose face, indeed, the demon emperor is also a majestic emperor of the demon world, it doesn't sound good if the dowry for marrying the emperor is robbed.

He Dong continued to talk about how those people in Jiangbei City discussed this matter, it was nothing more than taking it as a joke, chewing their tongues behind their backs, and getting bored after hearing too much, Song Yexi asked him to say something else.

He Dong wielded his sword, paused for a moment and continued: "The Ning people in Jiangbei City have been blamed a lot. Recently, people have been checked everywhere. He Ranju runs an inn. There must be a lot of foreigners who welcome and send them. I'm bored to death."

"En." Song Yexi responded, thinking secretly in his heart, so to speak, those people didn't have any clue about the person who hijacked him. Thinking of this, he looked up at He Dong, and said seriously: "Sword out!" Be ruthless, accurate and fast, the enemy is not a log, so is it possible that you will not fight back if you cut it?"

"Come on, I know, I know...Little Master."

By the time He Dong finished playing a complete set of sword skills, he was already out of breath, and the good Fatty He was almost exhausted into a dead salted fish fat man.

This is already much better than at the beginning. When He Dong first started practicing swordsmanship, let alone a set of sword moves, he was so tired that he was out of breath even if he lifted the sword casually for a few times.

He Dong hunched over the table, panting heavily, and continued to pant after drinking a cup of tea, feeling exhausted from listening.

Since it is a rest, then rest your body and mind. Song Yexi took the sword in his hand and stood in the courtyard: "Look, this is what you will practice next."

He Dong just sat down on his butt, when he heard Song Yexi's words, he wanted to droop his fat face, and called his little master bitterly, but Song Yexi would not listen to this.

Song Yexi raised the sword, and the sword was very ruthless and accurate. These moves were already familiar to him, and he could perform them even without using his brain. He deliberately controlled the speed of the sword just to let He Dong see the sword moves clearly.

Several people who entered the house could not help admiring the ingenuity of his sword moves when they saw this, and someone who came to tell the person who notified him to be calm and not to be impatient, and only came in after watching the sword moves.

And Song Yexi had already noticed them.

"Young master Ye is really powerful, and his sword skills are outstanding." Ning Yuqing clapped his hands and applauded, his eyes were full of admiration.

Song Yexi threw the sword, and the sword was caught in the scabbard: "How come Patriarch Ning has time to come here?"

As soon as he reminded them, everyone just came back to their senses. Ning Yuqing slapped her head and said that she was too old to use her brain.

"I was looking for the thief who stole Feng Ling's blood. Who would have thought that I saw a thief near He Ranju. We chased him all the way and lost it. We were just about to come in and ask Boss He to search the house quickly. lest the thief enter the house."

"Oh, this matter, I'll send someone to search for it." He Dong beckoned them to sit down, and told them to be calm, and ordered the people below to do the job of finding the thief.

Ning Yuqing is really calm enough to dare to be calm, even after such a big incident, she can still sit still, she really looks decent and sips tea, so leisurely, she completely throws all the coercion and punishment from her superiors out of the sky .

The patriarch of the Ning clan didn't care much about the affairs of the clan a long time ago, even the exchanges between the various clans, he was able to push and push, but now he is forced by the elders of the clan to take charge of the clan, but due to his personality, he often picks and chooses according to his temper quit.

Now it seems that it is true.

Ning Yuqing tasted the taste of tea well, she didn't look like a person with important affairs at all.

"Why is Mr. Ye in the He Mansion? Could it be some kind of relationship?"

Song Yexi shook her head and said, "No."

He Dong immediately took over the words: "He is my little master, with superb swordsmanship, he teaches me some swordsmanship on weekdays."

Ning Yuqing nodded: "Indeed, Young Master Ye's swordsmanship is superb, and he looks like a famous teacher. Boss He really worshiped his master."

When He Dong heard this, he felt as comfortable as if he had praised himself, and bluntly said that patriarch Ning really had double eyes, and the two praised Song Yexi so well that Song Yexi wanted to sew He Dong's mouth shut.

They talked for a long time before they stopped, and Ning Yuqing changed the subject: "Is Mr. Ye a member of the Feng clan? I think the swordsmanship and sword moves are exquisite, and they seem to be the swordsmanship of the Feng clan."

Before Song Yexi could answer in the future, He Dong patted his chest and said boldly: "Yes, Chief Ning has good eyesight, and my little master is from the Feng clan."

Hearing this, Ning Yuqing continued: "The Feng Clan in Donghe is a beautiful place, and all the people born in the past are dignified. I think Mr. Ye has an extraordinary temperament, and he really looks like a member of the Feng Clan."

Song Xue hadn't spoken since she sat down, staring at Song Yexi with her almond eyes, which were full of hostility and suspicion.

"Patriarch Ning, isn't the person we are looking for far away in the sky and right in front of us?"

Song Yexi put down the teacup, looked at Song Xue coldly and said, "What do you mean?"

Song Xue continued: "People of the Feng family always love beauty, and appearance is the most important thing, and the effect of Feng Ling's blood is to repair old wounds, this is his purpose!"

"Are you saying that I'm a thief? According to what you said, don't all the members of the Feng clan be suspected."

He Dong rushed over to make peace, helped Song Yexi refill tea, and stopped Song Xue at the same time: "Girl, I misunderstood, it must be a misunderstanding, my little master is not this kind of person."

"Hmph, what is the misunderstanding! I have long thought that something is wrong with him."

Ning Yuqing stopped Song Xue, her face darkened, and she also stopped Song Xue: "Miss Song, I believe Mr. Ye is not this kind of person."

"Young Master Ning, if you know people, face but not heart, you will know if he is a robber or not."

As soon as Song Xue said this, the atmosphere was very awkward for a while, and Song Yexi only glanced at her coldly. With just one glance, Song Xue felt uncomfortable all over.