Inside the hall, the man sitting above with a faint smile on his face, his obsidian-bright eyes stared at the young man standing proudly there, looking at him with the same unshying look. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Yun Yunyan had a cold face, standing there like a snow lotus standing there alone, looking at the man who was known as the most powerful in the Six Realms for a moment, and a trace of yin owl crossed the bottom of his eyes, imperceptibly hidden in his heart.

He was looking at this man, he couldn't see the face of his real age, he was gently hanging on a gentle warm sun that seemed to shine on the rubble, and his smile was like a warm light, but there was another idea in his heart, the man in front of him was too good at hiding, although he smiled, but he couldn't smile into his heart, although he was gentle, but the cold air around him gradually lingered around him, and he had a strong power that was devouring himself little by little.

He's not smiling like he seems, he's sure.

It seemed that there was a trace of stagnant atmosphere in the air, and Nangong Shaoweng, who was standing on the side, also realized that he had not yet saluted the people on the seat, and he wanted to make his eyes signal to him, but before he could speak, a mellow voice came from above.

"This is His Highness the Crow, right?" the Holy Monarch had already withdrawn his gaze from looking at him, and sat leisurely in his seat, smiling at the Grow below, as if the cold gaze just now did not come from his face.

Qian Heng opened his mouth first, and the eagle also knelt on one knee on the white jade floor, lowered his head and looked respectful, and saluted the people on the seat, with an elegant posture without losing a little atmosphere, "The crow, I have seen the Holy Monarch." His cold voice resounded in the hall with a sense of majesty, and the quiet surroundings became quieter.

When Qian Heng lowered his head, the corners of his lips showed a deep arc, his eyes flashed slightly with interest and stared at the crane who bent underneath, his eyebrows jumped, and then he spoke, "No need to be polite, please get up." ”

After a while, he let him get up, which was clearly a dismount for him, but he didn't care, he stood up in response to his words, stood there unchanged, clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, Holy King." ”

"It is rumored that it is better to meet, Jun Shao is really young and vigorous, comparable to the demon lord of the year, I am afraid that it is even better, and one generation is stronger than the next. Speaking of this, Qian Heng looked at a tall figure on the right, his red lips slightly hooked, with a floating smile, and asked the man meaningfully, "Demon Lord, did you say yes?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in black who was sitting there stood up.

The man was dressed in a black moire robe like the bird, with a dignified body, a handsome appearance, an angular outline, a slender and tall figure like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant, and a lonely body exuding a strong force that dominates the world.

Although the years have left traces on his knife-like face, it is not difficult to see that he is somewhat similar to the one standing in the center of the hall at this time, and his cold face carries a kind of majestic king aura emanating from his body.

He was high up, a pair of eyes shot cold stars, two curved eyebrows were like ink, and the narrow and straight sword eyebrows contained sharp black eyes, and the obsidian in his eyes was as silent as the night, as if everything in the world was just floating clouds in his eyes, and there was no trace of temperature in his dark black eyes, and he was indifferent like a person who was withdrawn from the red dust.

The Demon Lord looked at Qian Heng who was full of smiles with bright eyes, and did not look at the eagle, as if he existed as transparently as air.

Then, a calm voice came from his mouth and fell on Qianheng's ears, "Holy Monarch Liao praised, Xiao'er is just a child's temperament, and he can't be on the stage." He modestly replied to the other party's deliberate question and took it blandly.

Qianheng is like a shrewd fox, shining in his eyes, looking carefully at the silent and expressionless Look, his heart is full of interest to see his changing expression, but to his disappointment, the words of the Demon Lord did not make him move at all, it seems that the contradiction between father and son is really as serious as rumored.

The two of them were like strangers, and they didn't react to each other's words.

He suddenly smiled, and his smile turned his gaze back to the Demon Lord, "The Demon Monarch should not underestimate the monarch like this, I think he will definitely succeed in the future." He said meaningfully.

"Then borrow the auspicious words of the Holy Monarch, I'll wait and see. The Demon Lord answered painlessly, and his cold face did not change at all as usual.

As he said, let him wait and see. Qian Heng glanced at the Demon Monarch deeply, a strange smile hung on his lips, and it dissipated in an instant, regained his gentle and kind posture, and said to the Eagle, "Okay, please take a seat." ”

He made a "please" action, and after answering a "yes" with Nangong Shaoweng who was standing on the side, he followed the envoy and took a seat.

However, his seat was arranged next to the Demon Lord, and he walked directly without a trace of disgust, where Qi Qi and Hyun Ye were already waiting on the side, waiting for his own Jun Shao to take a seat, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he saw him sit down obediently without saying anything.

Qi Qi thought that Jun Shao would show a trace of impatience more or less, but the truth was contrary to what they thought, he sat down silently, and his expression was still as calm as usual.

They only prayed that the rest of the feast would be safe.

When the Holy Monarch saw that everyone was seated, he called softly, "Now that everyone has arrived, let us pass the meal." ”

As soon as the words fell, the envoy in the hall walked in in an orderly manner with all kinds of delicacies, and placed the things on the table in an orderly manner.

Without saying a word, he picked up the wine glass and tasted it, and after tasting it carefully, the mellow taste swept over the entire tongue, making him a little unsatisfied, and when he reached out and was about to pour a little more, a strange and familiar voice came to his ears.

"I thought you would retort a few words, but it was unexpected. The Demon Lord looked straight ahead, and also held the white jade wine glass in his hand, and after saying this, he slowly drank the wine that reached his mouth, his expression did not change, and it seemed to be an unintentional sentence.

However, hearing him speak first, the hand on the jug could not help but pause slightly, and kept a stop movement, and a trace of surprise crossed his eyes, but soon he calmly picked up the jug, poured the bottom of the glass full of white wine, and did not look at him.

He snorted coldly from his nose, then chuckled again, "Isn't that weird, the conversation between you is too hypocritical, if I'm interjecting and I don't know what kind of hard words I'll hear, then it's better to obey your will and not give any answer, I'll be more comfortable." ”