"I wonder if Hua Wushuang has successfully become the concubine of the Demon King." During dinner, Jiang Nan was a little absent-minded and said with a worried look.
"I instilled a lot of demonic energy into that woman, and now she should be fully qualified to be the devil's concubine." Danying said.
"Yeah." Jiang Nan chuckled.
The war with the Demon King was about to begin, and he didn't want the Demon King to have any backup plans.
At this time, inside Xiaoyao Palace.
"Girl Hua, this is the dress prepared by the high priest for you." Hua Wushuang's maid walked into the room holding a gorgeous dress.
Another maid held a pair of exquisite Sichuan embroidered shawls.
"Put it there." Hua Wushuang said calmly.
"Flower girl, don't you give it a try?" the maid asked excitedly.
These two maids had never seen such beautiful clothes, and they couldn't help but like them.
The main color of the dress is dark red, with lifelike golden phoenixes embroidered on it.
This golden phoenix looks like it is about to fly out of the dress at any time.
"No." Hua Wushuang waved her hand lightly, signaling the two maids to go out.
The two maids were a little puzzled. Tomorrow was the day when she would become the devil's concubine. They would become famous immediately. Why wasn't the flower girl excited?
After the two maids went out, Hua Wushuang walked to the window, and Jiangnan's voice and smile appeared in her mind.
"Jiang Nan, don't worry, I will definitely find a way to find the God-Slaying Sword when I get to the Palace of the Demon King." Hua Wushuang secretly made up his mind and clenched his fists.
At this time, Hua Wushuang was completely different from before. Her eyes were dark and deep, her cheeks had become extremely delicate, and her dark red lips made her look even more seductive and beautiful.
Since receiving Danying's demonic energy, Hua Wushuang's temperament has changed drastically. She is no longer the submissive person she used to be. In the past few days, she talks and acts like a royal sister.
That night, the entire Xiaoyao Palace was decorated with lanterns and colorful lights.
At midnight, Hua Wushuang has no sleep.
The high priest quietly came to her room.
"High Priest, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to enter my room at this time, right?" Hua Wushuang frowned slightly, looking at the figure gradually transforming into the thick black fog standing in front of him with a very unhappy expression and said coldly.
"Haha, the flower girl is really good at joking. This entire Xiaoyao Palace belongs to me. I can go wherever I want whenever I want. I'm afraid it doesn't count if you said so, right?" The high priest sneered and looked at the flower up and down.
Wushuang said.
"I will be the concubine of the Demon King tomorrow, please show some respect." Hua Wushuang looked at the high priest and said without fear.
Suddenly, Hua Wushuang felt a cold hand pinch her chin. When she saw the situation clearly, the high priest was already standing in front of her, looking down at her.
"You, what do you want to do?" Hua Wushuang was shocked and thought to himself: It seems that I am still too weak and no match for the high priest. I didn't even see how he came over just now.
"Flower girl, I don't want to do anything. I just want to warn you that you are the woman who left my Xiaoyao Palace. Everything must come first from Xiaoyao Palace. Otherwise, I don't mind telling the Demon King that his beloved concubine committed suicide." The high priest said.
His tone was cold and his eyes were full of threats.
"I said, I will always take credit for your achievements in front of the Demon King." Faced with the absolute power gap, Hua Wushuang decisively gave up her useless resistance and frowned slightly.
"Haha, that's not enough." The high priest sneered and spread the flowers on Wushuang's delicate face, "It's a pity that such a beautiful face was broken by me."
"What do you want me to do?" Although Hua Wushuang was extremely reluctant in his heart, he had to act like he was obeying the high priest's words.
"I want you to help me fight for the right to use the God-Slaying Sword. Of course, it's best to convince the Demon King to give me the demon sword." The high priest said with a sinister light in his eyes.
When Hua Wushuang heard this, she felt happy. Since the high priest liked the God-Slaying Sword, she should find a way to let him take it away. Anyway, as long as the God-Slaying Sword was not in the hands of the Demon King, Jiangnan's winning rate would be greatly improved.
"What do you want the God-Slaying Sword for?" Hua Wushuang asked reluctantly, fearing that she might appear too obvious.
"Haha, do what you should do, and don't ask what you shouldn't ask." The high priest said coldly.
"That's the god-killing sword of the Demon King. He won't give it to anyone easily." Hua Wushuang said sadly.
"I know, but as long as you find a way to make the Demon King relent, I will naturally create an opportunity for him to hand over the God-Slaying Sword to me." The high priest said.
"I'll try my best," Hua Wushuang said.
"It's not about trying your best, but trying your best." The high priest was very dissatisfied with Hua Wushuang's answer, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes. "Remember, I have plenty of time. If it doesn't work in one year, it will take ten years. If it doesn't work in ten years, it will take ten years."
It’s just a hundred years, do you understand?”
"But what if the Demon King doesn't let go even after a hundred years?" Hua Wushuang asked with a pretense of sadness.
"Haha, then your death has come." The high priest sneered, and after saying that, he turned into a thick black mist and flew out of Hua Wushuang's boudoir.
"Your death is coming..." Hua Wushuang's ears kept echoing the words of the high priest, and a faint smile appeared on her face.
Hua Wushuang secretly thought: As long as people have desires, they can be easily manipulated. It seems that when the time comes, the high priest will be a good chess piece.
The next morning, before dawn, two maids came to the room early to dress up Hua Wushuang.
The guards at the door stood in two rows, all dressed in black, with particularly eye-catching red flowers on their chests, holding and dragging golden nanmu trays in their hands.
On the tray were placed all rare gold and silver jewels in the world, sparkling in the light of the red lanterns under the eaves.
"Girl Hua, you and I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I hope you can remember your words." The high priest came to the door of Hua Wushuang's room early and stood at the door of Hua Wushuang's boudoir.
"Don't worry, High Priest, I will do my best to bring glory to Xiaoyao Palace." Hua Wushuang's sonorous and firm voice came from the room.
"Hahaha, hahaha." The high priest immediately looked up to the sky and laughed, "You are worthy of being a person who came out of my Xiaoyao Palace, and worthy of being someone I cultivated with my own hands, hahahaha."
"The auspicious time has come, please take the flower girl to the sedan chair!"
Not far away, a guard held a gleaming gong in his hand. After a loud sound, the entire Xiaoyao Palace was filled with gongs, drums and firecrackers.
Hua Wushuang had a dark red hijab on her head. With the support of two maids, she walked out slowly wearing a dark red wedding dress.
Not far away is a sedan chair with a black satin embroidered with fiery red peonies. The tassels used for decoration on the sedan chair are strung with colorful tourmalines, giving people a feeling that is both majestic and majestic, but also has the unique dark characteristics of the demon clan.
Eight strong bearers were waiting there. When they saw Hua Wushuang coming over, they lowered the sedan.