C28 Chapter 1 the Remembrance of the Grandson of the King(1)

Qiyun set a torch to the red smoke, and in an instant the smoke was gone, and the sand and the moon were destroyed, and the ships were destroyed.

A deep and deep bell rang out, and the Devil Realm was faintly discernible in a dense miasma. What could be seen was only the golden-striped and baring fangs and brandishing claws on the top of the towering hall.

Amidst the gradually fading sound of the bell, dozens of figures flew over from all directions to the outer wall of the hall. They obediently revealed their true bodies, tidied up their clothes, and lined up to enter.

The faces of the two groups of demon generals were solemn and solemn, and they were both dressed for the pilgrimage. No one dared to relax. It wasn't hard to see that they were all in awe of the people in the hall.

The bell rang seventy-two times, and when the last vigorous note of the bell had died away in the air, a long whip struck out of nowhere, breaking the solemn atmosphere and sending a chill down the back of one's spine.

After the ninth crack of the whip, the long line of men filed in and slowly ascended the high steps. The doors of the great hall were open, and the merman's candles burned in the four corners of the hall. Opposite the head of the table, a man wrapped in a black robe looked down at the solemn and respectful generals. He had a half-smile on his angular face, and the corner of his eye seemed to glance to his left.

"Thank you for your hard work, generals. Please take your seats."

His voice was low, but for some reason it rose a few degrees, startling the woman on his left, who was closest to him. Her left arm, which had been resting on the table, moved to the edge and she woke up from her dream.

The woman who had been awakened frowned slightly. She wanted to raise her eyes and glare at the person in the main seat, but because of the sound of the generals taking their seats, she remembered that it was the return of the Demon General, who only came once every five hundred years in the Devil Realm. Only then did she finally wake up completely. She cleared her throat and smoothed her wrinkled sleeve. The dark red striations of the upper clouds followed the woman's movements, moving along the hem of the dress as if they were alive.

The Demon Emperor had been paying attention to her from the corner of his eyes. He lowered his head while drinking and smiled helplessly. She was just like that. She was so tired that she couldn't even be bothered to open her eyes when she was at a banquet, but he also knew that when this woman held a sword in one hand and a commander's seal in the other, she was the evil curse that held the lives of the Seven Realms under the heavens.

There were rumors that the Demon Lord's position had been stable for so many years, relying on his face and skin to attract attention.

There were even some people who saw that the Demon Emperor had yet to have an Empress. They speculated that he had already promised the Demon Lord, who was the source of the disaster, that he did not give him a title because the Demon Lord was wild and could not bear to let go of his power.

... Putting aside whether the Demon Emperor promised her any empresses or whether he used his good skin to invite her to be his pet, just based on the Demon Lord Ho Xiaoyun's explosive temper and Demon Emperor Zhuochen's scheming personality, these two people wouldn't be able to get together even if they were to force themselves. As for why the Demon Lord could reign steadily... Which master didn't want a subordinate who was in charge of military affairs but didn't care about government affairs and didn't care about other people's business?

Returning to the seat of honor, the Demon Emperor took the main seat. This was natural. There were two seats on the left and right of him. The one on the left was the Demon Lord, which had never changed. The seat opposite the Demon Lord was indeed empty. The one on the right of the Demon Emperor should be the Empress. However, this kind of banquet involved military and politics. In the future, even if there was an Empress, she would most likely only serve him as a crown to show respect. As for the man, he had no right to sit on it. Ho Xiaoyun finally woke up. She knew that the Demon Emperor must have seen her sleep, so she didn't provoke him for no reason. Instead, she turned her head and spoke to the two guardians on the left.

It was a rule for the generals of the Devil Realm to return, but it was only to show their loyalty to the Demon Emperor, and to report the various military matters that had been guarded for the past five hundred years. Today, they had just returned, and it was only a banquet to celebrate and welcome them. The current Demon Emperor, Zhuochen, had never liked complicated things, so after Zhuochen took over, the dancing and dancing in the banquet were cut down a lot.

After watching two dances and listening to three rounds of music, the dance was over. The generals were eager to leave; Since he had a guilty conscience, he naturally did not dare to hang around in front of the Demon Emperor and the Demon Lord for no reason. If the Demon Lord targeted someone and wanted to teach them a lesson, that would be up to fate. If the Demon Emperor found out, he would reward and punish according to the law, but it wouldn't be easy. Thus, the generals stood up in twos and threes and left the table. Demon Emperor did not say anything, and those who were in a good mood did not make things difficult for them and let them go.

As the generals left one by one, they looked at the Demon Emperor, whose expression was getting uglier and uglier... The two Protectors tacitly said that the generals were allowed to return to their duties, left the Demon Lord behind and ran away.

When Ho Xiaoyun came back to her senses, only she and Demon Emperor were left in the hall.

Without anyone watching, the Demon Lord lazily leaned on the table and played with his black hair with his white fingers, "It's finally over. In another two hours, I promise I'll sleep again."

"How dare you say that? What did you do last night? How can you be so tired?"

Zhuochen's expression was not good. His cold eyebrows pressed down, as if he was really angry. In the end, he couldn't bear to watch her play with his long hair. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, then tidied up his hair.

She had been lazy for a long time, so it was rare for her to be angry today. The Demon Lord rolled his eyes and looked at him with raised eyebrows. He looked as if he had been greatly wronged and wronged. " I have been serving you all night, so I am naturally tired. Please take care of me, my lord. "

Zhuochen's face darkened. He glared at her angrily for a long time, but he could not say anything else. In the end, he took the opportunity to walk away before her blushing face could be seen...

Poor Demon Emperor did not forget to give himself some face even as he fled. He heard a voice from afar, "If you continue to spout nonsense, I will burn all your nonsense!"