Carrying the power set by Mu Qian, six old men of different skin colors, old faces, and strange clothes stood outside the door of the house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Although there are two old men whose legs tremble, and four of them also have cold sweat on their foreheads, these six people are all old demon slayer masters who can walk to the door of the house, and their strength is naturally undoubted, almost all the mythical-level powerhouses that can be found in half a day in the human world.

However, all of them, except for the old Pope, who often appeared on TV, had already gone into hiding, quietly waiting for the deadline.

Song Shijing opened the door, made a gesture of invitation to the six seniors, and followed back.

The crane-haired, old man in a tunic led by the leader was also slightly relieved to see that Song Shijing was safe and sound.

Stepping into the door, the pressure vanished in an instant.

The six old men lined up, all staring at Mu Qian, but when Mu Qian's eyes swept over, the six of them all bowed their heads and did not dare to look at each other.

The more powerful they are, the more they can appreciate the power of the being they are facing now.

Mu Qian glanced at Ren Ying and Xiao Ling, and whispered, "Xiao Ling, you go and ask your mother and grandmother to go upstairs, and I'll talk to these people about something." ”

"Oh," Xiao Ling hurriedly went to stop Zhen's mother, who wanted to come over, and Ren Ying also said, "I'll take care of the kitchen", and followed Xiao Ling out of this side.

Mu Qian didn't say let them into the living room, and the six old men stood in the hallway and waited. When Zhen's mother and grandmother were pushed upstairs by Xiao Ling with some worry, Mu Qian beckoned: "Come and sit." ”

Song Qishi, the leader of Kunwu Mountain, responded: "Thank you, senior." ”

Is this sentence of seniors reminding Mu Qian to pay attention to seniority?

Song Qishi sat closest to Mu Qian, the white-haired, blue-eyed and hook-nosed old Pope sat on Song Qishi's left hand side, and an old woman wearing an ancient Taoist robe sat opposite Mu Qian, holding a cane in her hand.

Song Shijing moved three chairs from the side and placed them in front of the TV, a shirtless old black chief with a string of thumb-sized skull ornaments around his neck smiling, and an old monk wearing a robe and a treasure elephant dignity turning the rosary.

The last of the six is a slightly younger, **** person wearing an evening dress, and his temperament is very elegant and dignified.

Song Shijing hesitated, stood next to the refrigerator, leaning against the wall, and didn't have the idea of bringing tea and water.

It was Ren Ying, who was very sensible and busy in the room, found six disposable paper cups, got some pure water, walked over with a tray, and barely dealt with it.

Ren Ying said in fluent foreign language: "Please enjoy it simply." ”

The black man emphasized with a mouthful: "Thank you for the mud, the little mushroom is cool." ”

Ren Ying smiled, and the atmosphere suddenly eased a lot.

The six of them didn't dare to look directly at Mu Qian, but since it was a negotiation, and the six of them didn't want to start a war with Mu Qian at all, the six of them had to talk anyway.

Song Qishi arched his hand: "His Majesty the Demon King is so young, it is indeed unexpected." ”

This old gentleman is the old man who gave Sister Yu the token and told the story of Mu Qian, the inheritance elder of Kunwu Mountain, who does not leave the mountains of Kunwu Mountain on weekdays.

This time, it was also because the old mountain master of Kunwu Mountain sacrificed and the young master was arrested, and the other masters of Kunwu Mountain could not be contacted for the time being, so this inheritance elder would show up.

Mu Qian nodded, "When you break through the limit of life and death, your appearance can change as you like." ”

"Dare to ask Your Majesty, how to break through? Uh, I lost my words, my junior lost my words," Song Qishi hurriedly apologized, but fortunately, Mu Qian just smiled and didn't ridicule anything.

Is this kind of thing something that can be broken through by simply talking about it? Let's look at the individual's creation and understanding of power.

The Pope spoke in fluent Mandarin...... I won't complain about the setting of one language in the whole universe.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, a few of us can already represent most of the demon slayer world. We're grateful that you didn't kill the demon slayer of our human main plane before. ”

"That's right," Song Qishi sighed, "I didn't expect His Majesty the Demon King to appear here, Yu'er is really reckless." However, my granddaughter is out of a fist for the young master, and I ask Your Majesty not to be surprised. ”

As he spoke, Song Qishi stood up and bowed to Mu Qian.

Mu Qian accepted calmly, "It's okay, Sister Yu and I also have some friendship on weekdays." ”

Song Shijing listened beside her, biting her lip, as if she couldn't bear to have a seizure...... But Ren Ying appeared next to Song Shijing and directly held Song Shijing.

Song Shijing probably couldn't understand why a few people could talk about things so calmly, why several masters of the human main plane should grovel to the strongest person in the demon world.

There are a lot of things she doesn't understand, maybe the level of contact hasn't reached this point.

If the fist is big, common sense will be directly distorted.

"Everyone is in a hurry, so there is no need to be polite," Mu Qian's gaze swept over the six people, and all six of them tried their best to convey kindness with smiles.

Mu Qian: "The coalition that attacked the Demon Realm ten years ago should have included you or your relatives and friends. ”

The six of them immediately became nervous.

They naturally all knew that the demon extermination alliance that had been set up with great effort back then, and even united the galaxy empire with wolf ambitions, ended up in the air and only had a note in the Demon King Palace.

At that time, these people thought that the demon king was no longer there, but they didn't expect that the demon king would come to their human main plane to live happily......

"I'm actually quite happy," Mu Qian snorted, "After all, it's a bit boring to live too long, you can still have fun for me." ”

"Senior...... Last time, I was really hindered by a traitor," the old Taoist girl opposite Mu Qian said softly, "We really don't dare to offend, and we also ask our seniors to learn from it." ”

Mu Qian replied calmly: "I haven't shown up for so many years, not only you, but the demon world itself is also a little skeptical about whether I still exist. This matter is actually a temptation of the demon world to me, otherwise, your army should not be able to travel thousands of miles before it will be destroyed. ”

Old Dao Gu recalled the twelve portals that had appeared on the human main plane before, and what she had seen through one of them.

In addition, Mu Qian's previous two coercions, as well as the difficulty of the six of them joining forces to walk outside the door of this small building, were also cold sweating.

"But it is so, but it is so. ”

"The fate of the human demon slayer is here, at this time," Mu Qian leaned forward, and the six old men immediately became vigilant, "You guys, if you want me to do what I did a thousand years ago again, or, do as I say." ”

The six of them immediately exchanged glances, and these two choices made them all a little entangled.

Is this the rhythm that wants to give the demon king his life?

But if the Demon King threatens the lives of all the Demon Slayers...... But if they really agreed, didn't they just promise to dedicate the human master plane to the demon king, and the demon exterminator was reduced to a slave?

"The choice is in front of you," Mu Qian glanced at Song Shijing, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

It's self-deprecation.

"Don't worry, my condition is not to disturb my life or anything like that, and I won't have the slightest idea of your human master's plane. You guys don't deserve my ideas. ”

Song Shijing rolled her eyes angrily, fortunately she was tightly pulled by Ren Ying, otherwise she would have rushed up and bitten.