A bewitching slender beauty with wide, pitch-black wings like a night sky or nightmares, and long hair that almost fell to the ground, slowly landed in front of Wang Hao, and the handsome face of the strongest tengu who rode the wind was full of playful smiles. The ruler of Yokai Mountain's skin was so white that it was almost transparent, in contrast to the pitch-black kimono with the sixteen chrysanthemums emblazoned on his body, and the dark red eyes were as dark as dried blood, but they seemed to have spring ripples flowing through them. He squinted at Wang Hao, who was saluting respectfully, and squeezed a disdainful sneer out of his nose.

And Wang Yu, whose body was bent into a subtle obtuse angle, was not annoyed, but just maintained a perfect smile and spoke humbly:

"It's an honor for Lord Heavenly Demon to be here. ”

"Don't be so coy, vampire. ”

To Wang Yu's surprise, this heavenly demon with eyes above the top actually answered his words. The neutral and seductive languid tone even faintly expresses appreciation.

The Heavenly Demon narrowed his eyes and looked at Wang Hao, who was silent with his head bowed, and his every move seemed to contain a maddening evil aura.

"You and I are the same kind of people, so your disguise doesn't work for me. I can see that the real you ...... What it looks like. ”

The young man still didn't raise his head, and his tone didn't change at all, he was still humble and submissive: "We're no longer human, Lord Heavenly Demon. ”

The man tilted his head and thought for a while: "That's right." ”

Wang Yu and the Heavenly Demon entered the banquet hall together, and behind them there was a fairy maid who closed the door with countless additional spells. The Heavenly Demon was not the last guest, but Wang Yu knew that the last guest would never leave the door.

The boy was always one position behind the Heavenly Demon, and although the strength level of this strongest tengu was only similar to that of Flandoro, that was not the reason for Wang Hao's reckless behavior.

"Ah, here comes our protagonist. ”

The banquet at the Red Devil Pavilion is a combination of Western and Eastern styles, with the fairy maids constantly serving meals and removing empty plates. The guests enjoyed their own use in the flowing feast, and although there were fixed tables and chairs, this did not prevent the demons from pacing the venue with goblets in hand.

Remilia, who was sitting on the main seat, saw the young man who parted ways with the Heavenly Demon after entering the venue, and the Red Devil's city lord raised his glass to his deacon through the crowd, smiling and playing.

She knew that Wang Yu didn't like this kind of lively and noisy scene.

The young man casually took a glass of red wine from the tray in the hands of the fairy maid who passed by, and after drinking it up, he turned the empty cup and raised his eyebrows.

Internal discord is internal discord, in a sense, Wang Hui and Remilia are no less similar than the bond between the boy and the head maid, and even surpassed, and such a large number of universal commonalities with others should be attributed to Wang Hao's capricious and strange complex personality. It's just that unlike Sixteen Nights Sakuya, Remilia, who has a fundamental conflict of interest, has always been labeled as an "enemy" in the hearts of teenagers.

Well...... It's just that it has recently been replaced by "Dead Imp", which can be regarded as an improvement.

Although these few provocative actions were short-lived, the well-intentioned people present all saw it in their eyes and recorded such a message in their minds-

"The Red Devil's deacon seems to be at odds with the owner. ”

And a smaller part of the youkai set their eyes on the boy's empty right hand.

And even the well-known demons in Gensokyo can't tell when the cup disappeared. You know, as creatures whose life level has been sublimated to another dimension, their concept of time is not as vague as that of lower creatures, and if necessary, they can go back in time infinitely from another perspective until they confirm the exact time when an event occurred, and the exact time of Planck's time level.

And the exact time when the cup disappeared could not even be found by the pupils of the great demon, as if the cup had never existed.

But how is that possible? Something that can deceive the Great Demon's delusional pupil—or, to put it in a way that humans can more understand, multidimensional quantum senses—doesn't exist, but this power shouldn't be in such a small, fragile, vulnerable demon anyway.

Until they remembered a ridiculous rumor they had heard: the deacon of the Red Devil Pavilion had been brought into Gensokyo by the Youkai Sage and placed in this emerging power.

Now it seems...... It's not necessarily just hearsay.

Just when the gaze of Yayi Yongrin, Shiki Yinghime and Onotsuka Komachi became deeper and deeper, Mori Jinlinyuki pushed his glasses to block his golden pupils, and the Heavenly Demon, who was shrinking in the corner and meditating on himself, couldn't help but sneer softly, attracting many eyes.

It was not only those high-level youkai who stood at the top of the scene who were present, but also many ordinary youkai who had the qualifications to step into this circle. If every banquet is only a high-ranking demon who knows each other, it will be quite boring.

And when those monsters saw the demonic face of the Heavenly Demon, they quickly turned their heads and didn't say a word.

The unruly beauty leaned lazily on the seat, casually lifted a pot of rare ghost wine and tilted it slightly, and the sweet and mellow wine crossed an arc in the air and fell into the thin red lips, and was swallowed all.

"How could that chess piece be an ordinary monster. ”

The Heavenly Demon put down the empty blue and white porcelain pot in his hand, squinted his eyes as if he was overwhelmed by alcohol, and the slightly drunken words with the aroma of wine escaped from his lips, and he didn't know whether it was an unintentional drunken speech or an intentional explanation.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, the sweet and beautiful female voice reminiscent of honey came out, the voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

"Lord Heavenly Demon, don't talk nonsense, Brother Wang Yu has nothing to do with me. ”

The blonde woman who appeared at some point leaned against the pitch-black crack, covering the lower half of her face with a folding fan depicting cherry blossoms and butterflies, and her purple eyes were full of water.

Wang Yu chuckled, dressed in a deacon uniform but performed the oriental salute. He folded his hands and bent slightly, smiling kindly and humbly.

"It's my vain attempt to climb high, and I want to have something to do with Lord Yakumo Purple, and the dignified monster sage will not take a fancy to me, a fragile and incompetent monster. ”

"Allah, little brother Wang Yu, don't be presumptuous, we are very optimistic about your prospects~"

"Hahaha, then I'll take your good word. ”

At the critical moment, Yakumo Zi and Wang Yu's decisive gags deviated the topic, and they didn't want to let the topic continue.

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

I'm back, and it's really ...... to say that I will go to class the next day after the exam