Chapter 572: Abandon the Sword and Hold the Needle to Embroider the Wedding Dress for You (1)
"So, King Wei is not sure?" Shi Daocheng secretly slandered in his heart, specially, this King Wei is not sure if he is the princess of the Demon Realm, should he be using him?
"Don't hide it from the Great Elder, there is a man next to that woman, his momentum is the same as the feeling that the Emperor of the Underworld gave to this king thousands of years ago, the woman next to the Emperor of the Underworld, who else can there be besides the princess of the Demon Realm?"
Shi Daocheng's heart sank, Emperor Hades, that is already a legendary existence......
His eyes were suddenly sharp, "The Emperor of the Underworld has disappeared, King Wei won't know this, right?"
"This king naturally knows, but for your temple, shouldn't you rather believe it than not?" King Wei didn't care about the fierceness in Shi Daocheng's eyes, because he was sure that Shi Daocheng would not let go of any possibility.
A dark color crossed Shi Daocheng's eyes: Yes, it is better to believe it than to believe it!
King Wei naturally saw the dark color in Shi Daocheng's eyes, and said, "This king is ninety percent sure to tell you that Su Youyu is the princess of the demon world!"
"Okay, the old man believes in King Wei!"
It's just a woman, and you can tell if you want to bring it back to the temple and try it.
………… Dividing line ............
For more than ten days in a row, Rong Yeqi had never stepped out of the yard because of his injury, he was afraid that he would be discovered as soon as he went out, and he was even more afraid that it would pass into Feng Qing's ears, although he knew that she might not necessarily care about himself, but even if it was a boredom, he couldn't bear to let her have it, and Feng Qing hadn't seen Rong Yeqi for more than ten days, and he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.
You must know that although she has been cold to Rong Yeqi, Rong Yeqian will never not appear in front of her for several days, let alone more than ten days.
Every time she said that she didn't want to see him again, in fact how much she wished he was in front of her at every moment.
"Meng Bo, what has Rong Yeqi been doing lately?" Feng lightly fiddled with the flowers and plants next to the desk, pretending to casually ask Meng Bo who was sorting out the copywriting on the other side.
Meng Bo's body was slightly stunned when he heard this, and he must not tell Her Royal Highness the princess about Rong Yeqi's injury, and said with a smile, "I didn't do anything, maybe I didn't want Her Royal Highness the princess to look at him upset, and I knew it again." ”
Feng Qing's casually fiddling hand was instantly paused, and the expression on his face suddenly stiffened: yes, for so long, she has never given him a good look, if it was her, I am afraid that she has already been annoyed, and by this time, he is finally tired, right?
That's right, this is what I want, isn't it? That's fine, as soon as the wedding ceremony is over, Linglong's heart is in hand, let him leave, and from then on, you will have nothing to do with it!
Meng Bo looked at Feng Qing's stiffened face, and his vicissitudes of life were full of distress, "Your Royal Highness Princess, or we still don't get married, I believe that without the order of the Demon King, Her Royal Highness the Princess can also suppress the Eighteen Demon Kings." ”
"Meng Bo, I know that you and Chang Shuo disagree, but I must inherit the throne of the Demon Emperor. The wind narrowed his eyes lightly and said in a deep voice.
Inheriting the throne of the Demon Emperor is not for the Demon King's order, but for the sake of Linglong's heart. They can't let Meng Bo know about this matter, otherwise it will cause trouble for the demon demons.
A hint of complexity flashed in Momber's eyes, and he felt the urge to tell Feng Qing about those things, but no! At least not in his opinion!
Leaving from the study, Feng Qing was dazed all the way, and the ghost made a surprise to the courtyard of Rong Yeqi.
Looking at the plaque above his head, he patted his head and cursed: "Is your brain convulsive? How did you get here?"
Without hesitation, he turned around and was about to leave, but he heard a faint cough from inside, and his feet froze.
He's sick?
Involuntarily walked in, clicked on the thin window paper, and looked at the scene inside, my heart suddenly soured like a tide, unstoppable, and tears burst out of my eyes in an instant.