Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

In Muyi Garden, Song Yexi looked at the trees in the garden. Sure enough, the owner of the garden seemed to prefer simple-colored trees to colorful flowers and plants, but it was different from his preference.

Song Yexi strode forward, and only stopped for a while when he passed the poinciana tree. Looking at the trees in the garden, he only felt that this poinciana tree was eye-catching.

From here, you can vaguely see a small attic at the back of the garden. It looks simple and simple, and the totem phoenix of the Feng family is carved on the eaves. At first glance, it is the attic where women live.

When they reached the attic, Feng Ye followed Song Yexi's gaze and looked up, just in time to see the exquisite carvings on the eaves, embedded in the wood, seemingly simple, but actually exquisite, in line with the tenderness and delicacy of a woman.

Feng Ye stepped forward and explained: "This attic was my little sister's small residence in the past. It has been unoccupied for a long time, but I still send people to clean it often. You can stay here."

Song Yexi nodded, and replied: "I will stay here. If you have nothing to do, you two can sit together. If you have something to do, I won't stay."

After Song Yexi finished speaking, she went into the attic on her own.

The words were not humble, even a little arrogant. After hearing what Song Yexi said, Feng Hedao almost stepped forward to argue with him. In his opinion, even if he was Song Yexi, he was not worthy of such arrogance.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand to block him, and Song Yexi had already seen through several attempts and stops. It should be said that he was discovered at the first attempt, and he deserved to be slapped in the face again and again.

Feng Ye looked at the attic again, and finally just left.

"He Dao, let's go."

Feng Hedao was naturally unconvinced, he was stopped before he had a formal fight with that Song Yexi, if Feng Ye hadn't stopped him, he really wanted to drive that brat who can only talk big, little white face, out of Wutong Mountain .

Thinking of this, Feng Hedao was still resentful, and the scar on his face also looked a bit hideous. He said with disdain: "That Song Yexi is just a ex-patriarch of the Song clan who was expelled. Why treat him so politely and let him live?" Here!"

Feng Ye sighed lightly, and said, "He Dao, you don't understand. Except for him, I'm afraid no one has the qualifications to live here."

"why is that?"

Feng Hedao was puzzled, this was Fengyin's residence, why did that young boy live in it.

Muyi Garden, this is the name that the younger sister casually recited, not many people know the name of this garden.

Thinking of this, Feng Ye stopped suddenly, still remembering the fight just now in his mind, his fan was also a good treasure, it was almost destroyed, if this person is really Song Yexi, who can still be so powerful after removing the demon bones, then terrible.

Song Yexi, who had disappeared for a long time, reappeared in the demon world, and so blatantly begged for his identity to run for the patriarch, and it was in such a chaotic period, was it doomed?

Feng Ye, who is hardly considered the most unrestrained of the Feng Clan, had to think a lot about it, usually he was easy-going and sensible, but now, he didn't even know whether this was a blessing or a curse for the Feng Clan.

"If you want to ask why, maybe you will understand soon, but now is not the time."

Feng Ye opened the folding fan, and strode outside while shaking the fan.

Muyiyuan Small Pavilion——

Song Yexi half-opened the window, and just outside the window, she could see the scenery in the garden, facing the huge phoenix, which was red and burning like fire.

The attic is indeed clean, and the furnishings are extremely simple, a bed, a table, a few chairs...

All the furniture here is the simplest, even the women's dressing table is nothing more than a bronze mirror and a wooden comb.

Song Yexi stopped in front of the dressing table, his appearance in the bronze mirror was somewhat blurred, he was only wearing red and white clothes, looking at the person in the bronze mirror, he couldn't help touching his own face.

How much does his appearance resemble hers?Why do some people know it while others don't?

Song Yexi turned around abruptly and looked out the window: "Since you're here, come in and sit down."

The half-open window suddenly opened, and a black shadow flashed in from the window. The black shadow stopped in front of the table, and finally sat down in front of the table.

Ao Feng looked at the room with a clear view, couldn't help but shook his head, smacked his lips and said: "Your place is really not good, you don't even have a sip of tea."

Song Yexi took a look at this small attic that was not crude at best. To be honest, considering Fengyin's status in the Feng clan, this small attic was really pitifully simple.

He also sat down at a table beside him, playing with the wooden tea set on the table.

"It's not very good here, but you are not very good either. You still want to drink tea, which is beautiful."

Ao Feng took a teacup curiously and glanced at it, then put it back in disgust, stretched his neck and approached Song Yexi: "What is your relationship with Fengyin?"

"What do you mean, don't you like guessing very much? Guess."

Ao Feng smiled: "Hey, you are so generous today, usually I have to fight with me without saying a word."

"I'm poor, I like to guess or not." Song Yexi threw the teacup into the air, picked it up casually, and clacked it upside down on the table.

"Okay, okay, then I can just guess casually." Ao Feng pointed to the garden and continued, "This garden was originally the residence of Feng Yin from the Feng family. Although she didn't live there often, she never let anyone else in. But you can live in this attic, that means you have something to do with her, and you are only over a thousand years old, Feng Yin is much older than you, so it must not be that kind of relationship."

Ao Feng suddenly felt a chill behind his back, and felt that a sharp gaze was about to cut him into pieces. He hurriedly waved his hand at Song Yexi, and hurriedly explained: "Hey, hey, don't do it, you are the one who guessed at will, let's talk about it." I haven't finished talking yet."

Song Yexi sneered: "Go on, if you guess wrong..."

Ao Feng saw Song Yexi clench his fist, got it, got it, if he guessed wrong, he would be beaten.

Ao Feng spread his hands and shook his head vigorously: "You are unreasonable, you just guess casually, if you guess wrong, you will be punished, then I won't guess."

Song Yexi did not speak, but took out the teapot and took off the lid.

Ao Feng turned to ask again: "Then if I guess correctly, is there any reward?"

Song Yexi said: "Yes, let's keep guessing."

"From the perspective of age and relationship, you can't be her son, can you?"

Ao Feng looked at Song Yexi suspiciously, and saw that Song Yexi gathered his spiritual power and sucked all the dew from the trees outside the window one by one. The dew fell into the teapot, and then steam came out.

Song Yexi poured a cup, handed it to Ao Feng, and asked, "You guessed right, here you are, the reward you want."

"Really!" Ao Feng didn't expect that he really guessed right, he patted the table happily, and the hot water in the teacup on the table almost spilled out.

Ao Feng quickly waved his hand: "That, that, what, this reward is no longer needed, no more."

"Don't you hate the lack of tea? This is the tea I boiled with dew from the best trees. Don't you try it?"

The dew collected at random was still boiled with the fire ignited by spiritual power, Ao Feng's Adam's apple moved up and down, he was a little thirsty, but the water was really undrinkable.

"Then what, I, I suddenly don't feel thirsty anymore."