"If you go on a killing spree because of me, I will really become a beauty!" Mo Li straightened up and said solemnly, "I want them to understand that I, Mo Li, am qualified to be the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty!"
"Not the Crown Princess, but the Queen!" Mingyue corrected solemnly.
"Well, Queen!" Li Li put away the seriousness on his face and leaned against him again, "I'm sleepy, I need to take a nap!"
Mingyue carefully opened the thin blanket to cover her body, and held her whole body in his arms.
Outside Sao Feng City, the new city of the Snow Forest Demon Clan.
The door slowly opened, and the tiger-headed orc with a wide-open head squinted his crystal-yellow eyes and looked at Mei standing on the snow. His eyes lingered on his blood-red eyes for a moment, and then he waved his big hand.
"Come in!"
All the way through the city and toward the back city, Mei had already attracted the curious eyes of many demons, and many even followed him forward.
These demons didn't stop until they came to the tallest house in the city in the back city.
This is the king's place, and they are not qualified to enter.
After passing through the gate of the guarded forest and passing through the school grounds paved with boulders, Mei walked up the steps and came to the huge wooden door that was four to five meters high.
The guard creaked open the wooden door, and the tiger-headed orc who led the way stopped and said, "Go in, the king is waiting for you inside!"
Mei stepped in and looked around naturally.
I saw that the hall was made of wood and stone as the main materials, but it did not look rough and bulky, but exuded an indescribable aura.
On one side of the hall, in front of a large stone table, a man was bending over and tapping something. It seemed that he heard his footsteps. The man put down the tools in his hands and turned around to look at him.
What appeared in Mei Yan's eyes was a handsome and unruly face. The person in front of him was not much different from ordinary humans, and he naturally exuded the temperament of a superior person.
Although it was the first time he saw him, Mei was immediately sure that this person should be the demon king Shang Zhuoyang.
"Mo Li asked you to come?!" Zhuo Yang asked calmly.
"Not bad!" Mei stopped and took out Mo Li's letter from his sleeve, "The master sent someone to deliver a letter!"
Zhuoyang instinctively raised his hand, but before it touched the letter, he retracted it. He carefully patted the dust off his hand, then took out a handkerchief from the table and wiped each finger to make sure there was no trace of dust on it.
Then he stretched out his hand again and took the letter in his hand.
Using two slender fingers to take out the letter paper from the envelope, he gently opened Mo Li's letter. Mei noticed that his movements were extremely gentle, as if the paper in his hand was some precious and rare object.
Knowing that it was impolite to stare at the other person like this, Mei looked away and looked at the stone table.
On the stone table, there is a huge stone, a carving knife, an ax and other objects. It is obvious that he is carving something.
The boulder was far from formed, only a rough outline, and only a vague silhouette of what seemed to be a person could be seen, leaning on the mast at the bow of the ship.
Zhuo Yang read the letter in his hand and when he closed the paper again, his movements seemed a bit heavy.
"Thank you for sending me the letter. When you see Mo Li, please tell me and tell me, I said, 'I'm sorry'!"
Mei looked back, trying to get some clues from Zhuo Yang's face, but found nothing. The man in front of her, like his master, Mr. Mo, was not someone who could see through with his eyes.