Ji Yue's eyes were fierce, like a god of death, sitting on a chair.
The person kneeling on the ground was scared and he didn't dare to show his courage. He kept looking down at the ground, his body trembling constantly. The fear that arises from his heart made him scared. At this moment, he seemed to be in a dark hell.
Ji Yue pursed her thin lips tightly, and she pursed a pale thread.
He stood up and walked forward. When he walked to the man, he kicked him without hesitation. The man kneeling on the ground flew backwards like a scarecrow, smashed on the dragon and phoenix wooden pillar, 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 said one word, and her momentum was as powerful as a mountain.
The man with scars on the ground didn't even dare to look up. After twisting his sleeves, he wiped the blood on the ground clean, and left in shame. When he passed by the threshold, he was even hit by a mix.
The man was frightened, afraid that he would disturb Ji Yue, so he quickly closed the door and ran away in panic, as if he would lose his life if he took a step slower.
The king in that room is the master of the people of the world.
Others’ life and death are all in his thoughts.
In the room, Ji Yue stood still, staying 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 beautiful women hanging. Ye Qingge in various postures, either lowering his head and gentle, or red clothes like fire, sometimes with sharp eyebrows, sometimes with bright eyes, and every frown and smile, they are all untold character.
Seeing these beautiful pictures, Ji Yue's expression on her face became gentler.
Suddenly, his eyes were fierce and sinister.
He walked to the glass table and saw a painting on the table cracking, and the crack directly induced to the corner of the beauty's mouth on the painting.
Ji Yue looked at the person on the painting with distress, stretched out her hand and stroked the corner of her mouth, as if she wanted to erase the crack.
Outside the room, courtyard.
Emperor Jiujun walked slowly and saw a man stumbled and wanted to leave.
This man was the one who was angry with Ji Yue in the room just now.
"What's wrong?" Di Jiujun frowned and asked, looking at the wound on the man's forehead.
When the man saw Di Jiujun, he felt aggrieved and bit his lip and refused to speak.
"Tell me, what happened." Emperor Jiujun asked.
The man said hesitantly for a long time: "In the afternoon, I accidentally tore the painting apart."
Emperor Jiujun's eyes suddenly shrank.
The man's body was very injured and a smell of blood was filled with.
Di Jiujun wanted to say something, sighed, and said, "Why are you so careless? I've saved my life and decided to kill you with the character of King Ji."
The man was so anxious that he was about to cry, "I didn't mean it."
"You will not even blink your eyes when you kill someone and set fire to the fire. Only the thousands of beauties in the secret room are all treasures of King Ji. He asked you to take care of it, but you destroyed it. You should indeed be punished." Emperor Jiujun said.
Although he also felt that Ji Yue was extreme, even if he had not met Ye Qingge, Ji Yue was so extreme. However, now Ji Yue’s extremes are all placed on Ye Qingge.
He has great ambitions. It is said that a man’s ambition is for his family, country and the world, but he did not do it for the sake of the country, but for the ten-mile red bran who ruled the world, he married her home after marrying her heart.
The man dared not speak anymore.
He always knew that the paintings in the secret room were the reverse scales of King Ji.
When he tore the painting apart, he was extremely scared, thinking about it, hesitating and struggling, but decided to admit his mistakes to Ji Yue calmly.
King Ji was so angry that he was furious, but the man knew in his heart that this was considered light, otherwise he might have been a corpse now.
Until now, when recalling the scene where Ji Yue was angry just now, the man is still feeling a little scared.
No wonder.
No wonder the Demon Realm is so many people are afraid of him.
"Your Excellency Jiujun, who is the woman in the painting?" the man asked, full of doubts.
What kind of girl is that can make King Ji fascinated?
"Most half a year ago, he turned the tide with his own strength, summoned the Eight-Bone Crocodile Dragon, and destroyed the woman in the King's army." Emperor Jiujun said lightly.
Although Qingge only appeared once, she has become a legend in the demon world.
Hearing this, the man's eyes were eager, "It's her."
A battle between the Demon King and the King of Search was almost half a year ago. The ending changed by a woman. After hearing this, the man kept admiring the girl.
The man said hatefully: "I deserve to die. I actually ruined her paintings. However, if it were her, he would definitely deserve the King of Ji."
Emperor Jiujun chuckled and said, "You don't understand, don't you deserve it."
Indeed, even if Qingge is humble and enters 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 struggles in the quagmire, she will accompany him and depend on each other for her life.
"I'm superficial."
The man rubbed his forehead, and suddenly there was a look of pain on the ground. A ray of light shone out, bursting out from his body. The man's body twisted and finally turned into a yellow fox, lying on the ground, whining twice.
Di Jiujun looked at the yellow fox and smiled, "King Ji is too ruthless." They all returned to their original form.
Di Jiujun squatted down, rubbed the fox's head, and said, "Go and treat it quickly."
The yellow fox looked at him sadly, turned around and slipped away.
Emperor Jiujun shook his head and walked into the house.
There was no one in the room, there were fragments of teacups on the ground, and the tea in the tabletop teapot was already cold.
"Are you not here?" Di Jiujun murmured to himself.
"What's the matter for me?" The bead curtain in the compartment was lifted open, and Ji Yue walked out of the secret room. Her face was cold and expressionless, her eyes were bloodthirsty, and her scarlet mist was filled with.
"There may be a big deal in the exile place these days."
Di Jiujun said: "You have conquered the pirate tribe, which is equivalent to mastering the entire sea area. Most of the profits from pirates' interactions fall into our purses. Xun Wulei is on the Devil Tribe, and I don't know what the situation is. The city is slowly being built. We must prepare for the future, otherwise it will be too late to wait for them to come."
"I know."
Ji Yue sat on the chair, stretched out her hand, trying to pick up the teacup, but suddenly realized that the teacup had been smashed by him.
"King Ji, don't be too tired." Emperor Jiujun said.
He stayed with Ji Yue every day, and naturally knew how tight this man was.
"Not tired." Ji Yue said: "On Xun Wulei, pay attention. The Devil Tribe is still difficult to deal with. It is of course the best if you can win over it. If you can't, then you will ruin it."
At the end of the day, a bloodthirsty light flashed in the man's eyes.
Emperor Jiujun looked at Ji Yue in silence.
He seemed 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 one more person.
That person is far away from the four stars, and is the most beautiful dream of the Demon King in these endless years. (To be continued)