Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

"Eh? Did you hear that?"

"what?"

"A few days ago, the pharmacist sent by the Demon Palace to search for the holy medicine was killed by the human race. His guards were drinking at the time, which led to the death of the pharmacist!"

"Hey! Who doesn't know this, the king is furious because of this matter. I'm afraid all the adults in the upper class know the news now, and they are afraid of being angered by the king!"

"If you want me to tell you, that pharmacist is sick! Everyone knows that this holy medicine doesn't exist at all, it's just a fake news released by Mr. Xiu to appease the king. He still deserves to be gang-raped."

"Hmph, that's right! It's making us worry about it now, bah!"

The two stewards talked in a low voice, and slowly disappeared at the end of the road.

In recent days, the atmosphere in the Demon Palace has become more and more solemn. The air pressure is horribly high. Everyone is cautious, for fear that if they don't pay attention, they will lose their lives.

main hall.

In the open place, there were more than a hundred demons standing densely. They had different expressions, and they looked quite cold under the dark fire.Obviously suppressing his anger, but he didn't dare to make trouble because of the one above.

The floor made of black crystal quietly reflects everything that happened in the hall.

At the front of the main hall is a high platform of about five square meters, where a huge royal chair is placed, with silver-gray ornate borders and a dark main cushion.

Dotted with luxurious gemstones, it symbolizes boundless power and power.

Two beams of dark underworld flames were burning on the left and right sides of the throne, emitting icy dark lights.

Under the high platform, there are steps about five meters high, forming a larger and larger semicircle from top to bottom, just like the ripples rippling from water droplets dripping into the lake, quiet and heavy.

Everyone stood respectfully in the main hall, not daring to take a step closer to the stairs.Except—a handsome young man with a smile on his mouth.

Long black hair was neatly tied up, hanging from the back of the neck to the front of the chest.The dark deacon uniform made his body more slender, without a single wrinkle on it, making him even more elegant.

There is a gentle but extremely distant light hidden in the blood-red eyes, which look very mysterious under the dark fire.

He stood quietly on the first step closest to the throne, apparently harmless, but made the other demons in the hall dare not do anything wrong.

After about ten breaths, the smile on the corner of the young man's mouth deepened, and even the tenderness in his eyes became somewhat real.

He placed his right hand gracefully on the part of his left shoulder, and bowed slightly towards the opposite door.

At the same time, the heavy door creaked and slowly opened.

The demons knelt down one after another, respectfully facing the young man who walked in.

The young man closed his eyes slightly, his light golden eyes looked indifferently at the throne above.

The long silver hair hangs down smoothly like a waterfall, and with his movements, it rises slightly, and the dark Chinese robe flows with light, adding a bit of elegance and magnificence to it.

He stepped up the stairs and walked towards the throne step by step.

The sound of crisp footsteps tugged at the heartstrings of the outfield demon, accompanied by an increasing pressure, which was so dull that it was hard to breathe.

The Demon King turned around and sat on the throne, his long and elegant clothes hanging down to the ground, folding out some subtle traces.The long silver hair spread out randomly, winding with complicated lines.

He tilted his head slightly, propped his head lazily and casually, and his cold voice spread faintly throughout the hall: "Get up."

The suffocating coercion dissipated in an instant, and those with lower strength breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up together with the demons.

No one noticed that an inconspicuous black figure staggered as it stood up.

The devil raised his eyes to look at his deacon, then looked away lightly, and said indifferently: "Do you have any opinions on the rape and murder of pharmacist Philip?"

The hall was silent for a while, and no one wanted to be the first to speak.

I cast my eyes uncontrollably on the two people above.

That is the absolute height that only the two of them can stand, and it is the representative of power and strength.

Although it was standing and sitting, it formed a weird harmony, and if one more person inserted it, it would feel unusually abrupt.

This is a tacit understanding formed over tens of thousands of years. After a long time of baptism, it has been accumulated little by little, making it impossible for people to trace it.

I silently looked away, not revealing the slightest emotion.

Finally, one person couldn't hold back, stepped out and half knelt on the ground, and said coldly: "King!

The Bright Continent is deceiving people too much!Ask the king to allow me to sneak there and attack them! ! "

The cold words gradually dissipated in the silent hall, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

The demon standing behind me muttered softly: "Cut, grandstanding."

I frowned slightly.

"Argus, you are too impatient-" Manny stood up to save him, she glanced at Wang sitting on it, and deliberately lowered her voice hoarsely, "It's just that the Guangming Continent took advantage of Wang You's deep sleep, What you do is disgusting."

"You're jealous."

A rather clear voice sounded from the bottom of my heart, shielding all outside voices.

I lightly lowered my eyes and said: What are you jealous of?

"That position is clearly yours." The voice continued.

"The person standing next to you is also yours."