Ji Yue's eyes were fierce, like the god of death, sitting on the chair.
The person kneeling on the ground was scared to death and did not dare to breathe. He kept looking down at the ground and his body was shaking. The fear derived from the bottom of his heart made him scared. At this moment, he seemed to be in darkness.
In hell.
Ji Yue pursed her thin lips tightly, forming a pale line.
He stood up and walked forward. When he reached the man, he kicked him unceremoniously. The body of the man kneeling on the ground flew out like a scarecrow, hit the dragon and phoenix wooden pillar, and then slid down.
, fell to the ground, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
"roll!"
Ji Yue's eyes were cold and her voice was hoarse. She spoke every word with a mountain of momentum.
The scarred man on the ground didn't even dare to raise his eyes. He wiped away the blood on the ground with his sleeves and left in despair. When he passed the threshold, he even fell down.
The man was frightened, fearing that he would disturb Ji Yue, so he quickly closed the door gently and fled, as if if he took one step slower, he would be dead.
The king in that room is the master of the world.
The life and death of others all depend on his thoughts.
In the room, Ji Yue stood still and remained silent. After a while, he opened the door of the secret room. In the secret room, on the table and on the wall, there were pictures of beauties, including Ye Qingge in various postures, or
He lowers his head gently, or wears red clothes like fire, sometimes has sharp eyebrows, sometimes has bright eyes, and every frown and smile is an indescribable character.
Seeing these pictures of beauties, the expression on Ji Yue's face became gentler.
Suddenly, his eyes were fierce and sinister.
He walked to the glass table and saw a crack in a painting on the table. The crack directly extended to the corners of the beauty's mouth.
Ji Yue looked at the person in the painting distressedly, stretched out her hand and caressed the corners of her mouth, as if she wanted to erase the cracks.
Outside the house, courtyard.
Emperor Jiujun walked slowly and saw the man stumbling and trying to leave.
This man was the one who suffered Ji Yue's anger in the room just now.
"What's going on?" Di Jiujun looked at the injury on the man's forehead, frowned, and asked.
When the man saw Emperor Jiujun, his face was full of grievance, he bit his lip and refused to speak.
"Tell me, what happened?" Di Jiujun asked.
The man groaned for a long time before hesitantly said: "In the afternoon, I accidentally tore the painting."
Emperor Jiujun's pupils suddenly narrowed.
The man's body was seriously injured, and there was a smell of blood.
Di Jiujun wanted to say something, sighed, and then said: "Why are you so careless? It's a good idea to save a life. With Prince Ji's temperament, you should be killed."
The man was so anxious that he almost cried, "I didn't do it on purpose."
"You kill people and set fire to Prince Ji without blinking an eye. Only the thousands of pictures of beauties in the secret room are all Prince Ji's treasures. He asked you to take care of them, but you destroyed them. You really deserve to be punished." Di Jiu
King's way.
Although he also felt that Ji Yue was extreme, even if he had not met Ye Qingge, Ji Yue was still so extreme in the past. However, now Ji Yue's extremes were all focused on Ye Qingge.
He has great ambitions. It is said that a man's ambition is his family, country and the world, but he is not for the country, but for Shili Hongzhuang, who has conquered the world, and marries home the girl he misses so much.
The man did not dare to speak.
He had always known that the paintings in the secret room were the reverse scales of Prince Ji.
After he tore the painting apart, he was extremely frightened. After thinking about it, hesitating and struggling, he finally decided to admit his mistake to Ji Yue frankly.
Prince Ji was furious and furious, but the man knew in his heart that this was considered a minor incident, otherwise, he might have been a corpse by now.
Even now, recalling the scene of Ji Yue getting angry just now, the man still feels a little frightened.
No wonder.
No wonder so many people in the Demon Realm are afraid of him.
"Your Excellency Jiujun, who is the woman in the painting?" the man asked, full of doubts.
What kind of girl could make Prince Ji fascinated?
"The woman who single-handedly turned the tide more than half a year ago, summoned the eight-bone crocodile dragon, and destroyed the king-seeking army." Emperor Jiujun said calmly.
Although Qingge only appeared once, she has become a legend in the demon realm.
Hearing this, the man's eyes were eager, "It's her."
Half a year ago, a battle between the Demon King and the Xun King changed its outcome because of a woman. After the man heard about this, he always admired the girl.
The man said bitterly: "I deserve to die for destroying her painting, but if it were her, she would definitely be worthy of Prince Ji."
Emperor Jiujun chuckled lightly and said, "You don't understand, there is no such thing as deserving or not."
Indeed, even if Qing Ge becomes humble and falls into the dust, even if she is abandoned by everyone, Ji Yue can still give her warmth and never leave her. On the contrary, if Ji Yue is struggling in the quagmire, she will accompany him and depend on each other for life.
"I am superficial."
The man rubbed his forehead, and a look of pain appeared on the ground. A burst of light shone and burst out from his body. The man's body twisted, and finally turned into a yellow fox, lying on the ground and whining twice.
Di Jiujun looked at Huang Fox and smiled, "Prince Ji is too cruel." He was back to his original state.
Emperor Jiujun knelt down, rubbed the fox's head, and said, "Go and treat it quickly."
The yellow fox looked at him sadly, turned around and ran away.
Emperor Jiujun shook his head and walked into the house.
There was no one in the room, there were pieces of tea cups on the floor, and the tea in the teapot on the table had gone cold.
"Aren't you here?" Di Jiujun murmured to himself.
"What do you want from me?" The bead curtain of the compartment was opened, and Ji Yue walked out of the secret room with a face that was cold and expressionless, with bloodthirsty eyes filled with scarlet mist.
"There may be big commotion in the Exiled Land in the past few days."
Emperor Jiujun said: "You have conquered the pirate tribe, which is equivalent to controlling the entire sea area. Most of the profits from the pirates' transactions have fallen into our pockets. Xunwu Lei is not sure what the situation is with the devil tribe.
The city is slowly being built, we must take precautions, otherwise it will be too late by the time they come over."
"This king knows."
Ji Yue sat on the chair, stretched out her hand, and wanted to pick up the teacup. Suddenly she realized that the teacup had been smashed by him.
"Prince Ji, don't be too tired." Emperor Jiujun said.
He accompanies Ji Yue every day, so he naturally knows how tight this man is.
"I'm not tired." Ji Yue said: "Xunwu Lei, please pay close attention. The devil tribe is still difficult to deal with. It would be best if you can win them over. If not, then destroy it."
At the end of the sentence, bloodthirsty light flashed in the man's eyes.
Emperor Jiujun looked at Ji Yue and was speechless.
He seems to be born for killing.
Emperor Jiujun knew that the real chaos in the Demon Realm was about to begin, and no one could stop him.
Oh, no, there is another person.
That person, far away in Four Stars, is the most beautiful dream of the Demon King in these endless years.