"Who's coming?"

"Meet the Demon King!" Wang Rui and Li Zheng hurriedly knelt on the ground respectfully, trembling with excitement. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mao Xiaoqi stood there, carefully looking at the handsome mess guy sitting on a dragon chair in front of him.

This is the ninth floor? In fact, it should be said that it is a secret room on the eighth floor. The whole space is not big, different from the demon tower in front, there is no such quaint feeling at all, here is full of gold and luxury.

On the ceiling overhead, there are pearls densely, and there is a full moon-like disc in the center, sprinkling the bright light all over the room, like a bright moon in the sky. Surrounded by piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, weapons and armor are readily available, and there is a big bookshelf in the corner, I don't know if the owner here is really knowledgeable or pays attention to pomp.

Cat Xiaoqi stepped on his feet hard, and the soft and comfortable thick blanket spread the whole room. On the dragon chair in the front, a young man with thick eyebrows and white beard sat there casually, with broad shoulders and a thin waist, and his broken hair was casually public.

Judging from those two long legs alone, Mao Xiaoqi's proud height has no advantage, and this person is at least a head taller than Mao Xiaoqi. Tall, handsome and stylish, hostile, strong hostile! Mao Xiaoqi suddenly had all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred, do you want to be so stylish!

Mao Xiaoqi was there and Xu Guang exchanged a lot of each other, Ren Jian was unwilling, he couldn't fall into the prestige of Brother Cat, took a step forward, swung the strip of rags behind him, shook his head against the green helmet, and the red tassel also drew an arc in a chic manner, was left behind, and raised his head and said: "I am ......"

"I didn't ask you."

The demon king pointed casually, bang, bang......

Ren Jian cherished the rags and cloak of rags, there was not even a slag left, a pile of things were scattered all over the ground, a soft sword of flowing fire was twisted painfully on the ground, and the only thing that was intact was the helmet that was becoming more and more emerald green, gurgling and spinning on the ground, as if all opponents did not want to touch this "artifact".

Spike! Ren Jian was seconds as soon as he took a look......

Mao Xiaoqi was horrified in his heart, his body arched slightly, and he took a step to the left without a trace, adjusting his body like a tense rubber band, which could explode at any time.

Wang Rui and Li Zheng looked at Ren Jian who was killed in seconds, and looked at the demon king's eyes with even more admiration, once upon a time the sword soul demon who tortured them was worse than death, but was easily killed by the demon king with a finger in seconds, no amount of worship is enough!

The demon king smiled slightly, a hint of cynicism appeared on his handsome face, but there was a faint tiredness and regret in his eyes, looking at the soft sword that was still twitching on the ground, he was a little helpless, the immortal sword soul demon can only be disabled, not killed, not unwanted, not ......

Mao Xiaoqi didn't answer the Demon King's question, and moved a step sideways slightly, coming to the side of the Demon King, this position, whether it is to launch an attack or retreat in the face of danger, is an excellent position, as for the back of the Demon King? Behind the scenes does not mean safety.

"Okay, don't be tempted, you guessed it, I can't move."

The demon king smiled bitterly, the posture of sitting in the seat did not even change, he was still so handsome, so chic, but his tone was full of endless loneliness.

Mao Xiaoqi grinned, and moved a step sideways quietly, his feet were light as if he was walking in the air, but on the contrary, it was a tense and relaxed muscle, the more elastic the muscles, the stronger the explosive power, if the enemy was stiff, it was only a matter of being beaten.

"You cat, forget it, it's like this, say, come to me for something." The demon king simply didn't bother with Mao Xiaoqi, because of his current position, the demon king needed to turn his neck one hundred and twenty degrees, which was beyond his range of vision, and he couldn't see it if he wanted to, so he simply ignored him.

First, the Demon King's strength is unfathomable; Second, the demon king can only move freely with his hands and neck; Third, the demon king didn't want to pose there, but he was sealed and couldn't move.

Mao Xiaoqi looked at the familiar A and B Divine Thunder, alternately walking on the dragon chair under the Demon Throne, and the identification was completed in an instant, safe.

"It's okay, just take a look."

Is this the answer? Wang Rui couldn't help it suddenly, facing the awesome demon king, Mao Xiaoqi gave such a perfunctory answer, did he dare to be perfunctory? The dead came down from above, and looked at it casually? Wang Rui was a little unacceptable and couldn't help it.

"His Majesty the Demon King asked you!" Wang Rui raised his head and reprimanded Mao Xiaoqi very dissatisfied.

"I didn't ask you." Mao Xiaoqi's answer is exactly the same as that of the Demon King, I don't know if it was unintentional or intentional.

It's just a flash of thunder, Wang Rui was impartially knocked out by a dragon going out to sea, lying on the edge of the soft sword, the same twitching, this is intentional, provocation, too obvious!

If you beat my little brother, I'm going to beat me back in front of you! Whoever cares about your demon king and queen, it's not right to be so handsome, and it depends on the owner to beat the dog, even if it's a slut, it's covered by a demon.

"Hahaha, good, with personality, I like it."

Unexpectedly, the demon king not only did not get angry, but laughed heartily, and his temper really made Mao Xiaoqi puzzled.

"Your Majesty, is this demon satisfied?" Li Zheng smiled knowingly, and his expression was no different from that of the Demon King.

"Okay, very good, the realm of nine grades, the body of nothingness, but with one hundred and eight chaos beads condensed into a demon baby, your Qiankun bead is also just right, it is rare for you to give it. This demon is both good and evil, which is the style of my generation. Okay, good, hahahaha~~" The demon king laughed heartily, for thousands of years, there were not many things that made the demon king so happy.

The corners of Li Zheng's mouth twitched slightly, the Qiankun beads were not what he wanted to send, they were robbed, but Mao Xiaoqi didn't explain, and he didn't need to expose his family shortcomings.

Mao Xiaoqi's paws touching around couldn't help but be a meal, and he was actually seen through at a glance, and this feeling of standing in front of others with a bare butt was really unpleasant.

It's not cool, it's not cool, Mao Xiaoqi is not idle, there are precious books and magic weapons everywhere, the pile that Ren Jian collected, put it here is rags, Mao Xiaoqi didn't move, touch here, look there, the two eyes are round and bright, where is there still a little bit of facing a strong enemy, anyway, he can't move, he can't fight, let's see it first.

"Little brother, you have the guts." Although the demon king can't see it, but a piece of dust here is in his hands, and Mao Xiaoqi is moving everywhere behind him, and he knows it very well.

"Awards, awards, eye-opening." The cat Xiaoqi donkey's lips are not perfunctory to the horse's mouth.

"Since you came here, it can be regarded as fate. I am the demon king Xu Guang, the ontology is hooked, I won't tell you, I have been sealed here for thousands of years, don't worry, I am very weak now, and I can't pose a threat to you. "The Demon King's handsome name was Xu Guang, and the biggest boss of the Demon Tower opened his mouth to introduce himself.

"Cat demon, cat Xiaoqi."