Mu Yuhan gave Xuanyuan Yu a standard demonic prostrate ceremony.
My king?
This title is not unfamiliar to Xuanyuan Yu. Cursed Stone King Feng Ling has always called himself this.
Coupled with the relationship between the nine levels of demon seal in my own eyes, I can't believe something even if I don't want to.
"Where is the eldest princess of the Sea Clan?" Xuanyuan Yu looked at the woman crawling in front of him intently and asked coldly, "Where did you take her, and who are you?"
"Ming Yao is in my subordinate's inner world. Don't worry, my king, she is very safe now. I have not harmed her at all." Mu Yuhan raised his head with a very respectful expression.
"In your previous life, you were the dark lord of the demon world. Chi You was one of the seven demon gods under you. His subordinate was Mu Yuhan, the leader of the fourteen demon envoys under the seven demon gods."
Xuanyuan Yu narrowed his eyes.
He always knew that these messy things were related to him, but he never thought that it would be such a relationship.
"Haha, are you making me laugh? If Chi You had been my subordinate, he would not be allowed to do anything I asked him to do?"
"That's right." Mu Yuhan said respectfully, "As long as Master Chi You wakes up and is resurrected, as long as you give the order, he will definitely obey your will."
Xuanyuan Yu only felt ridiculous.
"Then if I order him to stay in the Sea of Beiming forever and not be allowed to wake up, will he obey it?"
Mu Yuhan fell silent.
For a moment, the room fell into extreme silence.
Xuanyuan Yu already knew the answer, and there was a mocking arc on his lips.
Mu Yuhan seemed to be stung by that smile, and said hoarsely: "But my king, you can't bear to watch your child being suppressed under the source of God in the form of a ray of remnant soul. After suffering for three thousand years,
After suffering, will you continue to suffer?"
"My own child?" Xuanyuan Yu's expression became extremely strange, "What?"
Mu Yuhan bit her lower lip lightly, as if she was suffering from a great inner struggle. She took a deep breath and said: "My king, don't you remember? Lord Chi You is the son you recognize.
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Xuanyuan Yu's expression was as if he had been struck by lightning. A rare look of fear flashed across his face, and he said sternly: "How is that possible?! Don't talk nonsense!"
Mu Yuhan kept kneeling respectfully, a trace of sadness flashed in his golden orchid eyes, and said: "If Master Chi You hears what you say, he will definitely be very sad."
"..." Xuanyuan Yu was so shocked that he had lost the ability to express himself in words.
Under the long sleeves, a pair of big hands trembled slightly, and the palms were wet with sweat.
If one day, someone suddenly jumps out and tells you that you are the dark god of destruction who destroyed the world in ancient times. You have seven demon gods who destroyed the world under you. One of them is your former son, who is now pressed at the bottom of the sea, waiting.
How should you react to your rescue?
But now he has his own life and his own lover. He just wants to be with his lover and live an ordinary life.
"Then let him be sad, I'll let him die." Xuanyuan Yu turned away and waved his hand nonchalantly.
His face was cold and tense.
"By the way, there is one more thing I want to ask you."
"My king, please speak!" Mu Yuhan's voice sounded a little excited, "I must know everything and tell you everything."