The Demon Venerable sat on a high throne, although he was young, he had a steady bearing, clear organization, and powerful speech. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the face of the secret threat of the Grand Commander, he is neither humble nor arrogant. In the face of the great war in the clan, he is calm in analysis and has the demeanor of a venerable man. This made the elites of the golden family in the audience rekindle a glimmer of hope for the future of the demon clan.

The eyes of the proprietress never left the Demon Venerable for a moment. Looking at his words and deeds, the proprietress was naturally satisfied and proud of Mozun's performance today.

After asking the Grand Commander and Sect Master Nahong in detail, and after understanding the strategy of sending troops to meet the rebels, he emphasized several points of the battle situation that he considered weak.

Finally, he issued a call to the Demon Venerable to the clansmen, unite as one, and bravely resist the enemy.

All the calls and appeasements are forceful and measured, and they are very calm. Everyone present felt deeply agreed. The grace of the Demon Venerable in the high place is like a spring breeze, blowing into the heart, and the wisps will not disperse.

……

After the assembly dispersed, the Demon Venerable, with the support of the attendants, took the lead in stepping out of the hall from behind the curtain. After the Demon Venerable left, the crowd in the audience gradually dispersed.

However, the hostess did not leave.

She didn't even move, she just stared at the curtain after the Demon Venerable disappeared, staring at it deadly.

In the corner of the curtain, there has always been a secluded compartment, a compartment that no one knows about, no one disturbs. An enchantment was set up there, and no one else was allowed to enter.

It was the room of the garden lord Yi Ren, and he participated in all the major events in the Demon Palace. But in order to ensure his safety and ensure the safety of the most secret place of the Heavenly Selection Garden, not many people have seen his true face.

At this moment, Yi Ren in there was also looking at the proprietress who had not left the audience with blazing eyes.

The proprietress felt that the demon venerable would not leave like this, and not stay to meet his mother. Heng'er wouldn't be so ruthless.

How could he be so ruthless...

However, waiting silently at the moment, the proprietress was not idle in her heart. She was still thinking about the great conspiracy she had been tracking down for some time.

Originally, she thought that she had touched the end of this conspiracy. However, seeing Heng'er appear today, sitting on the seat of the Demon Venerable, this mystery seems to be even more complicated.

Heng'er just now, there will be no mistake.

His eyebrows, his figure, his smile, his feelings, can not be wrong.

So, is Brother Xian wrong? And you are wrong?

Now, do you believe in your own eyes, or do you believe in Brother Xian's abilities? The proprietress was a little stunned.

……

It wasn't until the proprietress felt embarrassed that she waited any longer, adding to the embarrassment, that she slowly turned around and prepared to leave the main hall. The moment he turned around, his face seemed to have aged ten years, vast and haggard.

Before she could take a few steps, she heard a voice behind her and called out: "Boss, please stay!" ”

When he turned around, his face changed back to his original brilliance because of joy and hope.

"Boss lady, the Demon Venerable Harem is invited." The squire respectfully pleased.

A moment of joy, and tears in his eyes.

In the compartment, the eyes that were focused were moistened because of these words. Seeing the proprietress walk away with the attendant, Yi Ren left the main hall through the secret passage.

In the garden behind the main hall, the proprietress saw the figure, looming now after the spring breeze blowing willows, the proprietress was a little vain, and she trembled unconsciously.

“…… Heng'er? The proprietress called softly.

No matter how the proprietress struggles, whether she believes in her own eyes or believes in Wei Xian's strength back then. But when she saw Demon Venerable Wei Heng, this living person, standing in front of her truthfully, she fell.

She's a mother.

So, she can only trust her eyes and emotions.

The Demon Venerable turned his back, and when he heard this shout, he turned around, his smile warm, but his limbs were a little stiff.

After being cramped for a while, the proprietress gradually got closer, and the Demon Venerable seemed to be ready, and slowly called out from his mouth that he didn't know how to open and close: "... Mother... Dear..."

"Hey."

The proprietress nodded, nodding her head incessantly, and nodding heavily. In an instant, tears spread, and he disobediently left a face.

"After so many years, you can't get used to it, you can... Don't call. The proprietress wiped away her tears while relieving the embarrassment between the two.

“…… It's okay. Demon Venerable was stunned, cramped, and replied like this.

The word mother, he really hasn't called it for many years. I don't even think about it. He laughed at himself in his heart, this Demon Venerable, how much of a nest he should be.

Raising her eyes, seeing Wei Heng's red eyes, the proprietress seemed to have found courage. She took a few steps forward, came completely in front of the Demon Venerable, stretched out her hand, and shook his arm.

Then, like a real mother, pat him on the back, touch his face, and look at him carefully with all her might.

Although being touched like this by the proprietress made Mozun a little unnatural, he felt the warmth of family affection that he had not seen for a long time, and gradually relaxed his tension.

"Heng'er, how have you been doing all these years?" The proprietress asked in a trembling voice.

“… OK. The Demon Venerable lowered his head, at this time, where is still that, the majestic Venerable who is high above.

In front of his mother, he seems to have returned to his childhood. He wants to feel the coquettishness that he has never felt before, the coquettishness after experiencing grievances.

"That's not good?" The proprietress burst into tears again.

"It's okay, it's really good." The Demon Venerable wanted to raise his hand and wipe her tears, but hesitated and gave up.

"I've been practicing, retreating, breaking through, retreating again. It's a little bitter, but it's not very bitter. It seemed that he wanted to appease the proprietress, so the demon venerable said to himself.

Well... Well... The proprietress responded with her head in response, and her heart tingled.

"Mother is sorry for you, back then, my mother worked hard, and she shouldn't let you be a demon venerable." The proprietress said in a trembling voice, and once again, her hands touched the cheeks of the Demon Venerable.

Slowly caressing his face, as if to touch every piece of his skin, this is the flesh of her heart.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm not okay now?" Mozun comforted, and finally added: "Mother." ”

"Hey, yes, yes, good boy." The proprietress choked.

"Heng'er, look," the proprietress said, taking out the red and gorgeous rattle in her hand and handing it to the Demon Zun: "This is your favorite childhood rattle, Daddy specially created it for you..."

The proprietress burst into tears as she spoke.

The Demon Venerable was a little overwhelmed and didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only take the rattle, hold it in his hand, play with it twice, and nod his head comfortingly: "Well, I remember, remember..."

“… Mother, after this meeting, I will continue to retreat... For a while. The Demon Venerable broke the brief silence and said in a deep voice.

He knew that this news was a bit cruel to the proprietress . So, he said it very quietly.

The proprietress was very calm, and said with a faint smile: "You just said it, your cultivation of "Defend the First Decision" has reached a critical time, and my mother knows." ”

"When you come out of the customs again, won't you leave your mother again?" The hostess asked again.

Demon Venerable looked at the proprietress's teary eyes, the face held in her hand, and nodded heavily.

Promise. (To be continued.) )