The Flame Valley is in the most prosperous area of Middle-earth, although people travel thousands of miles, but from the great northwest to Middle-earth, if the foot is fast, it still takes less than half a month. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The worship once every three hundred years, generally the patriarchs of the major demon clans do not have to go, as long as there are representatives in the clan to go, not to mention the Northwest Wolf King, the demon king whose age and strength are comparable to the qualifications of the Liuyan King, but this time the Liuyan King is re-elected, and secondly, he also has to help his son ask for a family business, so he has to move forward in person.

Along the way, I met countless people sent by the clan demons to investigate, but this small team was really enough to appease people's hearts, but there were no moths.

It's just that when I was about to arrive at the Flame Valley, a heavy fog suddenly fell from the sky, and the white expanse was blurred in front of my eyes, let alone rushing, so I had no choice but to delay for half a month at the bottom of the mountain.

As a result, the time they had planned to be rich suddenly became tighter.

As soon as the fog cleared, it was the day of worship for the retirement of the King of Garuca, and they hurried to the valley at noon.

After settling down, the old wolf king stepped into the Liuyan Palace again with a cold heart.

Not to mention the demon world, even if it is the upper three realms, in terms of luxury, there is no place comparable to the Liuyan Palace.

From the entrance to the valley, the ground is paved with fine white jade, shining with a warm light, and there seems to be a curling mist shrouding the unreal palace in the distance, and the phoenix is ready to fly on the cornices carved from sandalwood.

Walking to 500 steps, passing through all kinds of gorgeous houses, a three-person high red vermilion lacquer gate suddenly appeared in front of you, and there was a black gold silk nanmu plaque hanging on the top of the gate, on which the dragon flew and the phoenix danced with three big characters "Liuyan Palace".

Walking into the hall on the frosted red carpet, I saw the Yunding sandalwood as the beam, the crystal jade as the lamp, the pearl as the curtain, and the gilt as the pillar base.

On the throne of the golden lacquer dragon in the hall, there is a king who looks down on the world.

Below, the singing and dancing are leveled, the sleeves are fluttering, the bell is struck, and the music is melodious.

Amber wine, jasper, golden foot bottle, jade plate, food is picturesque, wine is like a spring, the guqin is rippling, and the bells are widespread.

The main hall is surrounded by inverted bell-like flowers, the calyxes are white, the petals glow with a translucent luster, and the top of the petals is a circle of different shades of lilac, which seems to be dyed naturally.

During this period, all the demons are also extraordinary, and they seem to be immortals.

The sandalwood lit on the pedestal was smoky.

The deep palace, erosion and drunken gold fans, will corrupt the demon surname, try to ask the demons of the world, who does not expect such a vicious luxury.

It's really a poor luxury.

It's just that Leng Yan has no intention of looking at the scenery now, and is bent on stretching his neck to find the snow fox with a snow-white body, as white as the fog a few days ago.

He twisted his neck to look at the most inconspicuous corners, and finally found her in an even more inconspicuous corner.

If it weren't for the old wolf king, he would have run over unruly.

After three hundred years of waiting, he didn't want to wait any longer.

But I had to wait a little longer.

"All the demon king patriarchs came to the Flame Valley to participate in the re-election ceremony of the Flame King, and it is an honor for the deity!" The voice of the Flame King was like a megaphone, obviously without much strength, but it hit people's hearts like a bell.

was taken aback, and so were all the people who were talking.

In an instant, the huge palace was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

"The deity is old, it's time to abdicate, and now the world should be 。。。。。" The Flame King chattered on the throne as the demon was the last time the demon was spoken.

There was a lot of emotion between the tones.

It's just that Leng Yan is thinking about his little sister, and he has no time to take care of anything else.

Standing behind the old wolf king, he quietly plucked a wolf hair from his body, and with a gentle blow, he became two little wolf cubs the size of mung beans.

He quietly cast a spell on the two wolf cubs, then took out one and put it on his ear, and threw the other on the ground to drive him to the person he was looking for.

He looked excitedly and nervously at the white shadow in the far corner.

After a while, the white shadow suddenly moved, and then, as if he had reacted to something, he hurriedly raised his head and shot an inquiring glance at him.

He hurriedly nodded.

The white shadow looked around, but fortunately she had always been squeezed into an inconspicuous corner, so no one would notice these small movements.

She picked up the little wolf from the ground, put it in her ear, and before she could put it down, there was a cold and excited almost trembling sound from inside.

"Little sister, I miss you so much!"

The little sister's cheeks were red, but the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't stop rippling, she lowered her head tightly, and said, "Ah Yan, long time no see." ”

"What, I haven't seen you for three hundred years, and you said this in the first sentence?" The cold tone was slightly dissatisfied.

She shook her head hurriedly, her face almost dripping blood, "No, it's not. ”

"Then you should tell me what to say in the first sentence?"

She almost buried her head in the ground, and after a while, she replied tremblingly, "I, I've grown taller." ”

"Poof!" The cold one couldn't help but squirt out.

All the demons swept their eyes together, but fortunately, the Flame King was obsessed with talking and didn't notice him, so his feet were trampled on by the old wolf king, which was a turning page.

"You, don't make a sound!" The voice of the little sister roaring came.

Leng Yan grinned and rubbed his feet, and returned with a smile: "What's the matter, worried?" ”

"Don't be so immodest all the time, okay! Fortunately, my father did not blame him, if he was angry, you see what you do! ”

Although he was far away, he could still feel the resentful gaze of his little sister.

"What are you afraid of him to blame? What else can he do with me? Are you afraid that he will blame me, and I will not be your husband? Leng hooked the corners of his mouth, with a cheap swishing spring.

The little sister's heart moved, and her heart was full of joy, but she still gritted her teeth: "Phew, who wants you to be a husband!" Not reliable at all! ”

"Ahh Leng Yan sighed.

"What are you sighing again?"

He pretended to be sad: "Originally, I begged my father to come and propose marriage, but three hundred years have passed, I didn't expect you to change your mind, it seems that I will have to choose again later, choose someone who is not as changeable as you!" ”

Although she knew it was a joke, she couldn't help but be anxious: "Who said I changed my mind." ”

"Then you still deserve to be my wife?" Leng Yan took advantage of the situation and asked quickly.

"When! Gotta be! The little sister blurted out.

The heart that had been hanging cold for three hundred years finally let go of it peacefully.

After the little sister finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she had fallen into a cold trap, and she suddenly felt ashamed again.