As soon as he finished speaking, An Lieyan, who was originally as cold as an iceberg reading a book, suddenly frowned. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"What?"

After speaking, a trace of worry flashed in Shen Leng eyes, the demon king, like himself, has been looking for someone with spiritual blood to wake up the spiritual stone in his hand, if he knows that Lan Xinran is a person with spiritual blood, I am afraid that she will be in danger.

"Lord, what now?" Seeing that An Lieyan didn't speak, Wei Lin asked again.

However, before Wei Lin finished asking, he saw that An Lieyan had already suddenly snorted, and the phantom movement disappeared, and the speed was as fast as a blink of an eye.

An Lieyan didn't know why, when he heard that Lan Xinran was captured by the Demon King, he should have been worried about the Demon King first to wake up the spirit stone, but he was worried about Lan Xinran's safety first, instead of only thinking about the spirit stone, An Lieyan didn't know why he was so nervous about that woman, when did he start worrying about the safety of others?

The main hall of the Thousand Domains Palace is extremely magnificent, but it is full of strange atmosphere, the fire plates on the several pillars that are lit, the faint blue flames are gently shaking, and a few people who are standing still are dressed strangely, and the makeup on their faces is mainly weird and terrifying black, and everyone looks so fierce and vicious.

Lan Xinran hasn't woken up since she was brought back by the Demon King, her petite body is lying in the middle of the hall, seeing that the person hasn't woken up yet, Qianyujun stepped forward, squatted down on one knee on the side, and looked at the people on the ground with interest.

"Demon King, who is she?" Tie Mingfei, the left protector who had been following the demon king's side, looked at Lan Xinran on the ground and asked, only to see that this left protector was wearing a slightly close-fitting black gown, with blue eyes, hair draped, and a pattern of lightning spreading from the center of the eyebrows to the top of the forehead, which looked weird and terrifying.

"She? She's An Lieyan's princess! The Demon King smiled wickedly at the corner of his mouth.

"What? The princess of the Flame King An Lieyan? He actually has a pockmarked face, so ugly! Tie Mingfei was a little surprised, and he couldn't believe that the Flame King, who everyone in the world feared, could be an ugly princess.

With Tie Mingfei's words, the demon king also casually looked at the pockmarks on Lan Xinran's face, but suddenly saw a place on Lan Xinran's side face, some pockmarks actually had black traces, and suddenly felt strange, so he reached out to wipe it, and as a result, he wiped off the black object and soiled his hands.

"Ah, it's dirty, it's dirty, it's dirty, it's coming, water, water!!"

"Demon King..."Tie Mingfei shouted nervously.

With the exclamation of the demon king, someone immediately brought water up, the demon king immediately reached in and washed it desperately, the handsome face with a slightly weird makeup frowned unhappily, and after washing it, someone raised his hands very respectfully and handed over a clean and delicate handkerchief, this kind of thing is common, so these subordinates know what to do next.

The demon king took the handkerchief and wiped it, and the way he wiped it was like a treasure of his own hands, and he was very nervous, more exaggerated than a woman.

But although the demon king has a habit of cleanliness, he is comparable to a woman, but he still has the heart of a man, for example, Lan Xinran calls him a beauty, he will be very unhappy and say that he is a man, but only the habit of cleanliness is this, sometimes it is really a bit like a woman.

After wiping his hands, the demon king suddenly calmed down a little and glared at the person on the ground, shook his hand gently, blaming her for soiling the baby's hand, Tie Mingfei on the side looked a little helpless, although the master often made such a mistake, but sometimes it was still very helpless to look at.

Then I saw the Demon King's eyes squint slightly, thinking to himself, how could Lan Xinran's face wipe off the ink?