Dressed like a deadly enemy

The echo aroused the unwillingness and anger hidden in his body, and when he came back to his senses, the courtyard was in a mess, with broken branches of banyan trees and fresh fallen leaves everywhere.

There was a burst of starlight, the broken branches and fallen leaves disappeared, and everything returned to its original state. The little elves who were shivering in the distance cheered and danced around a figure.

"Fei Tan..."

Lu Junzhuo called softly, he was afraid that everything was a phantom, and disappeared as soon as he made a sound.

"Jun Zhuo, I haven't seen you in 500 years, how have you been recently?"

At this time, the gods and demons were not enemies. The ancient creatures knew each other, and some of them had good friendships, such as Qingyuan emperor Yun Feitan and the ancestor of the demons Jun Zhuo.

This is a world where gods and demons coexist.

It's just that this situation will change soon, and the demons are rejected by the heavens, and they can no longer wander in all walks of life.

Yun Feitan walked slowly to the small stone table, waved his sleeves and took out two altars of wine, "Yaochi Yuye, a fine wine from the God Realm, last time you were full of praise, and you had a dispute with His Highness Ying Long over this wine, this time I Just brought two more altars."

He flicked the sleeves of his robe, and the breeze steadily carried the altar of wine to float in front of Lu Junzhuo.

Lu Junzhuo didn't pick up the wine, she walked up to him quickly, stared at him fixedly, and after a long time raised her arms to wrap him in her arms.I have thought about what to say when we meet again countless times, but when we really meet again, all words are not as real as a hug.

"what happened?"

"It's nothing, I just haven't seen you for many years, I miss you."

No matter how reluctant Lu Junzhuo was, he couldn't hold him all the time, so he let go of Yun Feitan and sat down beside the table.

Yun Feitan smiled, and sat across from him, "This time I have to ask the Demon Ancestor to raise his hands high, and don't rob people from me."

"No grab."

Lu Junzhuo knew the follow-up plot. Among the human race who came back to the city this time, there was a son of luck, the future emperor of heaven.

Yan'an was blocked from the door, leaning against the courtyard wall depressedly, surrounded by demon energy, pedestrians in the distance saw it, and hurriedly left.

Several monks saw him, their expressions changed, they whispered for a while, then called out their swords, and hurriedly flew away with them.

In the evening, an attendant came from the City Lord's Mansion to invite them to a banquet. Lu Junzhuo had just finished drinking a jar of Jade Pond Jade Liquid. The fine wine from the God Realm had a lot of stamina, and he was already a little tipsy.

Seeing that he really couldn't go to the banquet, Yun Feitan supported him and said to Yan'an: "The demon ancestor is drunk, please tell the city lord when the devil goes to the banquet, we will visit the city lord's mansion another day, the demon ancestor is here tonight rest."

"Alright, then trouble the emperor." Yan'an said to him, and followed the attendants of the city lord's mansion, looking back several times on the way, quite worried.

After the two left, Yun Feitan helped Lu Junzhuo to a wing room in the backyard. The room was simply furnished and there was only one bamboo couch. People grab and hold tightly.

"do not go."

The drunk man was very strong, Yun Feitan couldn't break free, so he had to let him go.

He sat sideways on the side of the couch, staring at the person on the couch, his eyes darkened, "Sorry, Jun Zhuo."

Yuchi Yuye and spring breeze drunk, sleep peacefully until spring comes.

At that time, the person who is destined to be entangled with you has already entered the God Realm, and if you don't see him, everything can be redeemed, Yun Feitan thought so.

The city lord's mansion is brightly lit, servants are busy carrying delicacies, and there are bursts of laughter from the banquet hall. Tonight's banquet is the suzerain of several major sects in the cultivation world. This year is very different from previous years. The suzerains have all found the news. There will be a big surprise, the person of the apocalypse is about to appear.

Every suzerain wants to accept people from the apocalypse as disciples.

"Sect Master Zhang, I heard that the noble sect calculated the location of the person from Tianqi, I don't know..."

"Sect Master Jiang is embarrassing others. Naturally, such secrets must not be revealed."

Some people talk about friendship in private, hoping to get enough information to judge who is the person of the apocalypse.

Yan'an was in the middle of it. Hearing what they said, he didn't take it seriously. What's so strange about the people of Tianqi, they wouldn't go to the Demon Realm anyway.

He lowered his head and drank a few cups, but the dishes on the table remained intact.

No one talked to him, he felt bored, and was about to leave the banquet early, when an attendant hurried in and whispered something in Wen Shang's ear, he stood up and said sorry, and walked out of the banquet hall quickly.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what happened in such a hurry.

Yan'an put down his wine glass, quietly went out from the side door, and walked down the winding veranda, ready to go to the back garden to enjoy the smell of wine. He has been to this city lord's mansion many times, and he is very familiar with it.

"Your Highness, the banquet in the front yard is already open, why don't I prepare another table for you and me to drink together."

Wen Shang's voice suddenly came from ahead, Yan'an paused and didn't go there.

"It's okay, you go and do your work, I'll just wander around here, I came here secretly, don't tell me."

The other person sat at the stone table with his back to Yan'an, the moonlight shone on him, his whole body was hazy and he couldn't see clearly.

"It turned out to be a child of the old Yinglong's family." Yan'an recognized his voice. Those old things in the God Realm were obsessed with following the way of heaven, and the younger generations they taught were more boring than the last. Only the Yinglong family had a rebellious personality. They are all demon kings in the world, and they are often seen in all walks of life. He knows this is Yuanxi.

"I won't say anything. If His Highness has any orders, just ask someone to do it. I'll just tell them that you are here to meet Xianyuan."

"That's great. In two days, I'll sneak into the world of self-cultivation to see who the Son of Apocalypse is."

The two said something else before Wen Shang left. He could be heard from a distance outside the courtyard gate ordering his servants to serve him carefully.

"People have already left, and they haven't come out yet. The Demon Lord still likes to listen to the corner so much."

Yuan Xi turned his head and his eyes landed on Yan'an's hiding place.

Yan'an pushed aside the covered leaves, and walked to the stone table: "You are not happy in the sky, how come you come here, the person of the apocalypse will go to the God Realm sooner or later, you are so anxious to see him, you are not just curious, Xiaolong."

"Who is the little dragon?" Yuanxi was furious. At this time, Yuanxi was only born a thousand years ago, and the dragon horns were still on his head. When he was emotionally unstable, he would show the dragon's body. It looks completely different.

Yan'an looked at him carefully, then smiled, "Emperor Qingyuan and my master are in the city, you have to be careful, last time you robbed Yaochi Yuye, you haven't settled the score with you yet."

"Oh, thank you for reminding me, I have to sneak away quickly, and wait for me to go through a thousand years of calamity before I apologize in front of the emperor."

Yuanxi stood up, turned into a palm-sized little dragon, and crawled away neatly along the corner of the wall.

"A thousand years of calamity? Has another thousand years passed so soon?" Yan'an scratched his head and muttered, "This calamity of the gods is troublesome, like us demons, we will not overcome the calamity."