Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

A hundred years in the demon world.

The exquisite Changyin Pavilion, like a pagoda, plays songs day and night, just like a treasure box of phantom sounds. Inside the pavilion, there are curling sounds, weak willows supporting the waist, red silk dancing lightly between the plain hands and jade fingers, laughter, poetry and voices. And, there is a little more elegance in the world of mortals.

Changyin, drinking freely, the Changyin Pavilion in the Yaodu City can make people feel so comfortable, the fish and eyes are mixed, the people who come here are also the most complicated, and it is the easiest to inquire about news.

Let's take a look at the two people in the private room on the second floor. They are dressed in blue and green, and they are dressed as scholars.

After ordering a jug of wine, the wine was only full, and the buttocks hadn't warmed up yet, when the two chatted about the Demon City.

"Have you heard that our demon emperor is going to marry the empress!" The blue-clothed book who was speaking deliberately lowered his voice for fear that there were ears in the wall, but his tone was as excited as watching a scene no matter how he heard it.

The green-clothed scholar shook his folding fan, didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and lazily replied: "Isn't this already spread all over the demon world? Of course I know, this news is long outdated."

The blue-clothed scholar snorted disdainfully: "Then let's hear what you say!"

"Have you heard who the demon emperor is attracted to? It is said to be from the Song clan."

The blue-clothed scholar laughed out loud after hearing what the green-clothed scholar said, "I also know about your news, and I thought you were going to say something earth-shattering."

"Hey~ I haven't finished my sentence yet, what's the hurry!"

"What do you say."

The green-clothed scholar put down the fans one by one, carefully looked around, leaned over to the blue-clothed scholar's ear and whispered something, only to see that the blue-clothed scholar was very surprised, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "What! Feather blood!"

The green-clothed scholar hurriedly covered his mouth and hissed: "Shut up!"

The blue-clothed scholar was stunned, and exclaimed: "The demon emperor is really a big hand, that is a rare treasure, and he actually used this thing as a betrothal gift, is your news reliable?"

"Believe it or not, don't believe it." The green-clothed scholar saw the blue-clothed scholar's surprised expression, and was so proud that he took the fan and started shaking it again.

The blue-clothed scholar murmured, "That's really a good thing, a good thing..."

"Come on, drink and drink."

In the private room next door, the best place in Changyin Pavilion, ordinary people can't even sit there.

Behind the beaded curtain in the private room, the boy picked up his teacup and took a sip. A scarlet mask covered most of his face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly, but a pair of pupils exposed under the mask flashed a gleam of light.

He put down the teacup, tapped his finger on the table: "Ao Feng, do you think what they just said is credible?"

Ao Feng sat crookedly on the chair, holding a glass of wine, all his thoughts were on the wine, he drank it all in one gulp, and smacked his mouth, still wanting more.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the boy picked up the teacup on the table and threw it over. Ao Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed the teacup firmly, spilling a lot of tea on his hand.

Before Ao Feng had time to be proud, his expression changed, and with a cry, he threw the teacup out and blew on his hand.

"Song Yexi! You want to scald me to death!"

"How many times have I told you, don't call me by my first name."

The cup in Song Yexi's hand broke into two in an instant, and the hot water that made Ao Feng howl seemed to have no effect on him.

Ao Feng wiped the water on his body, shook his hands and sat down again.

"Why bother, it's just a surname."

"Hmph, by the way, by the way, the proprietress asked you to pay for the wine of Hundred Days Chenxiang as soon as possible."

After speaking, Song Yexi picked up a glass of wine and drank it down in one gulp. He choked and coughed for a long time after being bored, and picked up the teacup again. The wine was really good, but he couldn't touch it.

"Can you still drink with your bones?"

"Why not? The proprietress has also said that if I ask for the wine money you owe, the proprietress will treat me to a lifetime of hundred-day agarwood."

Ao Feng tilted his head, come on, the proprietress dared to graciously draw this boy over, this is not raising a little white-eyed wolf, hundred-day agarwood is very expensive, where can he find the money and pay it back.

Ao Feng coughed dryly twice, and asked, "You don't intend to take away the bride price, do you?"

I saw the corner of the mouth under the mask raised: "Yes."

"It's an old saying, it's better to demolish ten temples than destroy one marriage."

It's fine for someone else to say this, but it just came out of his mouth, Ao Feng, who would believe it.

This Ao Feng is said to be one of the few members of the demon clan, but in reality he is making jokes and doing all kinds of evil. To put it bluntly, he is really the best among the demon clan's scum.

Song Yexi is even more convinced that the reputation of the demons is so bad, it's all because of this madman Ao!

Thinking of this, Song Yexi snorted coldly, and said with a sneer, "Hmph, you who almost ruined someone's marriage for a few drinks, don't teach me a lesson."

Ao Feng, who was named, heard that it was indeed a good thing he did, but it was not the same.

"That doesn't count. It's just a few glasses of wine for me, but this dowry gift is given to the Song Clan by the Demon Emperor..."

"How do I remember that you never look at who the owner is when you grab something, and you'd be afraid if you were a demon emperor?"

Ao Feng asked back: "You don't care about the Song clan over there?"

As soon as Ao Feng spoke, the other party's eyes loosened a little, but it was not long before they were covered by another clearer eyes.

"It has nothing to do with me. I only care about the whereabouts of Feng Ling's blood." At this point, Song Yexi narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking about something.

Ao Feng can be considered to understand that this person has been looking for holy objects, and now that Feng Ling's blood is in the world, this kid has already set his sights on Feng Ling's blood. Although it sounds a little suspicious of death, it sounds quite interesting.

Ao Feng tapped the table with his hands: "You can grab the betrothal gift of the demon emperor if you want."

"It's a coincidence, obviously grabbing this job is courting death, do you think I'll be so stupid as to throw myself into a trap?"

Ao Feng could see that Song Yexi was determined and serious, so he laughed, "It's rare, it's really rare, it's rare that this kid is interested in things other than cultivation.

Ever since he rescued Song Yexi, Song Yexi had fallen into a demon, and this kid has been cultivating crazily, like a lunatic, in a hundred years, he has practiced what others have done for thousands of years.

It's a pity that Song Yexi's demon body is incomplete, there are advantages and disadvantages in cultivating into a demon, and there is always a price to be paid for quick success.

It was also from that time that Song Yexi began to look for holy objects that could restore his appearance and demon body.

The appearance of Feng Ling's blood came just in time for Song Yexi.

Ao Feng patted the table and said: "Okay! Enough courage and courage! It's easy to go all the way! Don't give it away!"

Song Yexi couldn't help but give him a supercilious look if he dared to be more direct. Ao Feng didn't do anything right, and the only thing he did that was right was to save him.

Before he had time to refute, he only heard the voice of the proprietress from outside the door: "Let's go? Who wants to go, and where are we going?"

The proprietress walked in with a plain peach blossom fan, and she stepped on small snow-satin shoes. The colorful skirt was generous, wrapping her figure in a bumpy shape, and her long hair was tied up by a jade hairpin. She wore her hair in a bun, and a little vermilion on her forehead attracted many people's eyes.

As soon as the proprietress came in, she saw Ao Feng with one foot on the chair, stared at him, put her hands on her waist, and scolded: "You owe me a lot of money, and you still step on it like a monkey spirit." On my chair, Ao Feng, you should be damned!"

It's been so many years, this Ao Feng still begs for drinks all day long when he owes the money for the wine, and every time he is caught by the proprietress, he has to scold him bloody.

Song Yexi lifted the bead curtain, leaped, and jumped down, her clothes fluttering, and landed in the middle of the stage.

The woman who was dancing on the stage was startled, but after seeing the person who came, the woman couldn't help laughing, and asked in a low voice: "Wushuang? Maybe the proprietress scolded Ao Feng again?"

"Ah."

Many guests were attracted by the red figure that jumped down from the upstairs, and there was no sense of disobedience standing among the group of women, but the red figure disappeared after only a moment.

The woman in white clothes took the flower that Song Yexi had just slipped into her hand and smiled, and saw another figure in black jumping downstairs, and slipped out the door in a blink of an eye.

"Brat, wait for me!"

"You don't want to pay for the wine anymore! My old lady dug up the ancestral graves of eighteen generations of your ancestors!"

The roar of the east lion roared by the proprietress upstairs can be said to be a powerful shock to the entire pavilion, and the ground trembled three times, shaking the heavens and the earth.

This sound frightened the guests, all of them secretly counted their money bags to see if they had enough money, they would have to dig up their ancestors’ graves if they owed the money for the wine, wouldn’t they die even worse if they ate the overlord’s meal.