The demon soldiers behind the waterfall suddenly came in, knelt on Ji Yue's bed in panic, clasped their fists with both hands, and said anxiously: "Demon King, the elves are here, we are approaching us."
Ji Yue frowned. The elves had discovered their whereabouts?
Then another soldier came over and knelt down on one knee.
"Demon King, the elves have surrounded our strongholds."
“…”
Everyone looked at each other.
In the groggy light, Ji Yue's face was full of sinisterness.
Suddenly, he stood up suddenly. Di Jiujun stepped forward to remind him that he was injured, but he quickly walked to Long San's bed, pressed his fingertips on the black lion's ribs, and then his face changed slightly.
He cursed inwardly, "Long San was tracked by the elves, and they deliberately released it."
Emperor Jiujun was stunned and remembered Qingge's words, secretly sneering himself carelessness.
"You did nothing wrong with this matter. Even if Long San is tracked by the elves, I will not give up on my brother who has been through life and death with me." Ji Yue said.
Hearing this, the demons around him felt warm in their hearts.
"What should I do with the elves?" asked the saint, "You are injured now, and it's night again. The strongest elves are out of control. We are outnumbered..."
"What are you afraid of?" Ji Yue lowered her eyes darkly, "Isn't there still white crystal there? Besides, with Xun Wuxi's temperament, after learning that the elf betrayed him, he would razed these mountains to the ground. It seems that
, the elves seem to be our friends."
The saint opened her mouth and did not speak.
Elf?
friend?
Unbelievable.
When Ji Yue shook her sleeves and was about to walk outside the waterfall, deep and shallow footsteps sounded next to her. Ji Yue turned her head and looked, Fu Xi's tender face was full of smiles, and he smiled and stretched out his hand to Ji Yue.
It looks like a crystal bag to be hugged.
Ji Yue hummed proudly, "Do you really think I am your father?"
After saying that, Ji Yue walked out with great strides.
Fuxi: "..."
Wuyou came over and rubbed Fuxi's head sympathetically.
Fu Xi curled her lips and expressed her grievance. My sister's man is not gentle at all.
Wuyou grinned, "It's best not to be gentle, we can make a corner of the wall."
Fuxi looked at him with contempt, "You are too ugly, you are not as good-looking as the Demon King. My sister will not have children with you."
Wuyou was dark and twisted Fuxi's ears, "If you believe it or not, I will feed you Chunyao with all her clothes and pose for her to throw it into the cannibal?"
Fuxi: "..."
Outside the waterfall.
A group of beautiful elves surrounded the waterfall.
In front of the purple vines, one of the charming men, with dark green eyes, looked at the waterfall coldly.
In an instant, someone broke through the waterfall.
Ji Yue, Di Jiujun and others stood in front of the elves. Several demons got a dark throne chair from somewhere and placed it in the center.
Ji Yue walked over arrogantly and gloomyly, sat down roughly, folded her legs, supported her long fingers, and looked at the elf man with her eyes, "The elf clan has fallen to the same tangled with Xunwuxie.
Is it right?"
A faint meaning flashed across the man's dark green eyes. He lowered his head and smiled heavily, then looked at Ji Yue, and said, "Demon King, the one who knows the current affairs is a hero. You have left the Demon Realm for eighteen years, and the pattern of the Demon Realm has already been earth-shaking.
It’s fixed, it doesn’t mean that you can turn the tables just by wanting to turn the tables. Of course, I admire you very much. I have passed five passes and defeated six generals, and my momentum is still as powerful as that time.”
"Eighteen years?"
Ji Yue's eyes became as sharp as an eagle, "What's the eighteen years? I want the billions of demons in this demon realm to call me the king, who dares not accept it? I will be the one-day demon king, and this demon realm will be the turn.
No one else can tell me.”
"The Demon King is the Demon King, and he is still arrogant."
The man then said, "But do you know that it is because you are too proud and trust your own strength, that you will capsize in the gutter and be tears streamed by Xunwu, so that you have lived in chaos for eighteen years.
Do you know that your brothers, loyal subordinates who were loyal to you, were destroyed in that battle because of your own selfishness, and even your few brothers suffered every day and night.
The human torture is just because Xun Wulei wants to ask about your whereabouts. Think about it, those people, so proud, have been forced to commit suicide!”
Ji Yue's bones turned white and his fingertips were chilling. He sat stiffly on the throne's seat, and the sound of the wind was still there, only the sound of the elves.
"Demon King, do you have to repeat the same mistakes and put the demon realm in a situation where people live in poverty and starvation are everywhere? Where do you think of the people in the world?"
The elf's voice suddenly rose a little higher. He did not blame him at all, as if he was persuading Ji Yue to turn back and not be obsessed with it.
Ji Yue lowered her head, her fiery red robe and his lonely figure fell into the dark shadow.
Emperor Jiujun stood straight outside the throne, looking at Ji Yue with distress.
He knew how painful Ji Yue felt after so many years.
The saint was unwilling to accept it and wanted to retort, but was stopped by Emperor Jiujun.
Dozens of demons stood silently beside them.
Wuyou held Fu Xi and leaned against a tree coquettishly.
Fuxi glanced at Wuyou and said, "I think your every frown and smile is full of love, and even gave me an illusion that this innocent tree is even your **."
Wuyou: "…"
Is he so hungry?
The night was enchanting, in front of the waterfall, on the throne, the evil man lowered his head, frowned, and said nothing for a long time.
He remained silent, but he sat there oppressed, suffocating, and approaching his soul.
After a long time, he suddenly opened his eyes, one purple and one red, a combination of nobility and evil, and extreme beauty.
He smiled.
He said: "It is precisely because of this that I should take back what belongs to me. Those who bully my brothers should be killed without mercy. People in the world? What is that? What does it matter to me? When I am in trouble, I am in trouble.
, Can the people of the world save me from water and fire? They only need a powerful king to lead them to glory, and I am their best choice."
The elf was silent for a moment, laughing, and he actually wanted to talk to the demon king who was more inclined to the sky, unless the sun hits the west side.
"Demon King, to this point, it is my affection. Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude." said the elf.
"Then let me see how rude you are. It's better not to let me down." Ji Yue sneered.
Even if there was a wound under his bloody robe, it would not stop his arrogance.
Who is he? He is Ji Yue, the demon king who stands tall and strong.
The elves waved their hand and the elves surrounded them, with their green eyes like ghost fires surrounding them.
Ji Yue raised her legs, laughed without being angry, and asked, "Winged Elf, do you need white crystal?"
The topic changes too quickly.
It made everyone stunned, and they couldn't turn around.
But it is not surprising that when it comes to white crystal, people called the Winged Elf, and other elves, are boiling, and a crazy cut in their eyes. (To be continued)