Chapter 92 The Demon Emperor welcomes the saint (5)
Chapter 92 The Demon Emperor comes to welcome the Saint (5)
In the hall, the snow-white stone ceiling, gold-painted pattern borders, gorgeous chandeliers, thick and curvaceous furniture, and soft and thick wool decoration all display the nobility and luxury of Xiao Mansion.
"Young Master Xiao has done such a great job. The Xiao Mansion has never been so grandly opened before." Xiao Zhan looked at the brand new Xiao Mansion, touching here and there from time to time, tut-tutting and sighing.
"Is it necessary to spend so much manpower and material resources to welcome the Demon King?" Ziying pursed her lips, feeling slightly unhappy.
In Ziying's heart, the Demon King was a bit like the culprit who beat up mandarin ducks. In the eyes of women, he was a heinous sin, so Ziying couldn't understand why Xiao Yan was so extravagant.
"The return of the Demon Clan Saint is an extremely grand ceremony for the Demon Clan. In order to show the importance to the Demon Clan Saint, and also to express some thoughts on Qing Lin's separation from me, no matter how big the deal is? I have to let Qing Lin
Feel my heart." Xiao Yan explained lightly, but he couldn't wave away the trace of melancholy on his brows. How can he be happy when farewell is imminent?
"As for welcoming the Demon Emperor, that's the next best thing." Xiao Yan added another sentence, which made Ziying feel a lot more comfortable.
Although the Demon Emperor's status is respected, it is far from worthy of Xiao Yan's condescension. This time, Xiao Yan returned the Saint, and the Demon Clan owed Xiao Yan a huge favor. If it were not for Qinglin, Xiao Yan would have received the Demon Emperor at will.
That's fine, there's no need to make such a big fanfare.
"Brother Xiao Yan."
When Xiao Yan frowned, Qing Lin walked over from the back door of the hall, wearing a gauze-like white clothes, as if he was in smoke and mist. The skin that was occasionally exposed in the sleeves was as smooth as warm jade, with small cherry blossoms.
The lips were red and elegant, but there was endless nostalgia in his eyes, which made Xiao Yan's reluctance to leave even more intense, and he sighed heavily in his heart.
"In a little while, at dawn, the Demon King should be here." Xiao Yan murmured to himself, looking at the light blue sky studded with a few remaining stars, his eyes suddenly became a little gloomy.
"Brother Xiao Yan, is Qing'er beautiful today?" Seeing that Xiao Yan didn't speak, Qing Lin raised her face slightly and asked.
"Beautiful, more beautiful than the fairies who descended to earth." Xiao Yan calmed down his gloomy mood and said with a slight smile.
"Really?" Hearing her lover's compliment, Qing Lin's face turned red and she lowered her head slightly, but then raised it again, "On the days when Qing'er is not around, brother Xiao Yan must always remember Qing'er's beauty.
Does it look good?"
"Yeah, yeah, forever." Xiao Yan felt sour in his heart when he heard this. He almost couldn't control his mood and agreed again and again.