I saw a dirty little soldier standing next to the Demon King, with a dark face and a cold expression. It was clearly Yue Yao! It was clearly Yue Yao's disguise to help Feng Muran block that palm!
Feng Muran finally understood why he had been feeling flustered and nervous. He had long expected that Yue Yao might go to the Demon Emperor in exchange for his father and Nangong Qing, but he had never really seriously faced this issue. As expected, things were still the same.
It's developing in the worst direction.
"Feng Muran, I abide by what I said yesterday. As long as you give me Yueyao, I will have a truce." The Demon King smiled slightly, "Now that this little girl is in my hands, let's have a truce. By the way,
Give your father and Nangong Qing back to you! Hahahaha..."
The Demon King's smile hovered in everyone's ears, appearing even more evil and penetrating in the lonely desert. His smile pierced the eardrums of Feng Muran and Emperor Xiutian, and pierced through like a sharp spear.
It has been many years since their hearts broke for others.
Yin Feng, who had just arrived at the front line, stood there blankly, looking at Yue Yao who was standing beside the Demon King as if he had lost his soul, "It's still a step too late, it's still a step too late..." Yin Feng was dumbfounded.
Repeat that sentence.
Feng Muran turned to look at Yinfeng who was standing there, "What's going on?" His words were mixed with sobs and violence.
"The one lying there is Xiao Cui, not Yue Yao." Di Xiutian took over the words without thinking.
Feng Muran turned his head and looked at Yue Yao, with grief and anger in his eyes, "Don't you want to explain to me what the reason is?"
"Feng Muran, I went to find you today just to tell you that I don't like you and I don't want you to marry me. In order to leave you, I like Yinfeng, but as long as I'm by your side for a day, I can't marry you.
Together with Yin Feng!" Yue Yao replied coldly, "I would rather be a slave to the Demon Emperor for life than marry someone I don't love. You..."
After listening to these words, Yinfeng forgot about the danger of Yue Yao still being with the Demon King. Instead, he felt his heart warm up. He was about to squeeze out a smile on his face, but after a second thought, he became serious again.
Before Feng Muran could ask anything, the Demon Emperor said: "Little girl, it's not as serious as you said. How could I make you a slave for life?"
"What on earth do you want to do to Yueyao?!" Feng Muran almost shouted.
"Haha, haven't you noticed that Yue Yao is different from ordinary people? You have been with him for so long, haven't you discovered her unique abilities and temperament?" The Demon King looked at her with doting attention.
Yueyao.
Everyone couldn't help but think of Yue Yao's palm that Feng Muran blocked. Feng Muran even remembered the strange light on her body before he was knocked unconscious the last time he was attacked by the beast.
"If I guess correctly, Yue Yao should be the next successor of the demon world, right?" A calmer voice sounded from behind Feng Muran.
Feng Muran's body trembled, and her heart felt half cold.
What was even more surprising was the Demon Emperor who was standing not far across from Feng Muran. The Demon Emperor squinted at the man behind Feng Muran, looked at him carefully, and said: "Then the same thing, if
If my Demon Emperor’s guess is correct, you should be Yue Yao’s brother, Wen Chu, right?”