The Sword of the Holy Path and the Hammer of the Demon Dao collided in the Celestial Vault.

Brilliant light shines on the heavens.

The power that destroys the heavens and the earth sweeps the heavens and the earth like ripples.

The space shattered, and the angry sea rolled upside down.

The world is apocalyptic......

The moon is like water at night.

Qishan County, the palace of the king of war.

Suddenly.

Ye Wuchen woke up from his slumber.

"Demon Venerable, come to fight!"

Before he could open his eyes, Ye Wuchen yelled.

"The Emperor is going to defeat you!"

As soon as he subconsciously slapped his hands down, he was about to fly up and defeat his mortal enemy, Demon Venerable Mo Qianchou.

It was the first thought he had when he woke up.

He is the Holy Emperor of the Terrans.

Pinning the hopes of hundreds of millions of people, he must not lose.

In his mind, the earth-shattering battle at the end was still echoing.

It's just that after clapping his hands, Ye Wuchen didn't fly up.

Instead, it was a wave of dizziness and emptiness.

"What's going on?"

Ye Wuchen was shocked in his heart.

"Where is my boundless power?"

Without strength, he loses.

"Smack~!"

At that moment, a soft ringing rang in his ears.

There was also a soft and delicate touch on his hand, as if his hand was clapped on something.

"Huh?"

Ye Wuchen frowned, and suddenly his palm stopped.

"Woman!"

Ye Wuchen was stunned.

How can there be a woman?

And still lying next to himself.

"Whew!"

A moan of extreme temptation sounded in my ears.

"This voice, tsk~~~"

It's so tempting that it makes people angry when they hear it.

However, Ye Wuchen was puzzled.

Isn't he and Demon Venerable Mo Qianchou in the final sea decisive battle?

What's going on now?

"Holy Emperor, the deity is fighting with you!"

At this time, a warm breath blew through my ears.

And then, there's a soft murmur.

It's just that she seems to be angry: "Even if the deity dies, it can't lose to you!"

The sound was soft, but it was like thunder.

Ye Wuchen only felt a roar in his mind, his whole body was cold, and he woke up instantly.

"Damn, could it be—"

Could it be that the Demon Venerable Mo Qianchou is beside him?

But that's not right.

Whether it's the structure of the body or the voice, it's a woman.

How could it be Mo Qianchou's old devil?

Ye Wuchen's heart was turbulent, and he hurriedly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

"Woo~!"

Ye Wuchen's eyes widened.

In the eyes, she is a girl with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like autumn water, a small nose, a delicate face, and a country and city.

At this time, the woman's black and shining beautiful eyes widened.

Share the same bed and look at each other.

The distance between the two of them can't be put down on a piece of paper.

For a moment, both of them froze.

The confusion and shock in the woman's beautiful eyes kept changing.

She is the Demon Venerable Mo Qianchou.

No, to be exact, she is Mo Xiyan, the daughter of Mo Qianchou, the Demon Venerable.

Mo Qianchou was seriously injured and died that year.

In order to stabilize the demon clan and hide from the enemy, she took the name of her father and became the Demon Venerable.

This matter is not known, even by the people of the demon race.

Mo Xiyan was shocked and confused.

What's the situation?

Didn't I fight the Saint Emperor Ye Wuchen in the final sea battle?

What happened at the end?

How did I end up here?

And also—

Half a day.

The two reacted.

Mo Xiyan's eyes flashed with angry flames, as if he was about to eat Ye Wuchen.

"Hiss~!"

Ye Wuchen only felt a sharp pain in his lips, and he immediately became angry.

Damn, bite!

Mo Xiyan, who was panicked, kicked out with jade feet.

Ye Wuchen didn't have time to react, he was already kicked on the waist, rolled off the bed, and fell dizzy.

After a while, Ye Wuchen got up.

Who is it?

Who the gave you the courage to dare to move your mouth and feet against the emperor?

There was severe pain in both the waist and the face.

Raised his hand and wiped his lips, bleeding, Ye Wuchen was furious.

Mo Xiyan took the brocade quilt and covered herself.

She looked at Ye Wuchen's angry appearance, and Mo Xiyan was even more angry.

Bastards, hooligans.

This damn womanizer is still angry, as if he has suffered a big loss.

This made Xi Yan almost faint.

"Who are you?"

In unison, the two shouted angrily.

Ye Wuchen was stunned.

Hey, isn't this voice the person who claimed to be the deity just now?

Mo Xiyan was also stunned, thinking of something.

In an instant, the two looked at each other and pointed at each other.

"You are Mo Qianchou!"

"You are Ye Wuchen!"

Again, in unison.

Mo Xiyan and Ye Wuchen's eyes widened, their eyes full of shock.

What's the situation?

How did I end up here?

What's going on?

Xiyan, who was shocked, slipped off the brocade in his hand.

It's a pity that Ye Wuchen's heart is so confused that he has no time to appreciate it.

He only remembered that he and Demon Venerable Mo Qianchou were in the final sea battle.

This battle will end the thousand-year-long struggle between humans and demons.

This battle is a matter of life and death for the two races.

Therefore, they didn't spare their hands, and used the strongest strength in their lives, and the sky and the earth were shattered, and the sea of anger was churning.

It's just, what happened in the end?

Why did he and the Demon Venerable Mo Qianchou appear here?

What kind of place is this?

Demon Venerable Mo Qianchou, how did he become a woman?

His body seems to have changed, and his strength has disappeared.

What's going on?

Ye Wuchen's heart was very confused, and his mind was full of doubts.

It's just that no one can answer these doubts to him.

Mo Xiyan is also the same as Ye Wuchen.

She was also full of doubts, not knowing what was going on.

The red candle flickered, and the shadows of the two swayed with the swaying of the red candle.

The two were silent, silent.

"Click~Click~Click~"

If there is no footsteps, from far to near.

The sound of footsteps woke up the two of them.

Mo Xiyan grabbed the brocade quilt again, her pretty face was blushing, and her beautiful eyes glared at Ye Wuchen.

Ye Wuchen rolled his eyes and pouted disdainfully.

What is the block, it's not that I haven't seen it.

Of course, the most important thing was that looking at Mo Xiyan's embarrassed and angry appearance, Ye Wuchen felt very disgusted.

You old devil, do you really think you're a woman?

Still shy, disgusting, isn't it?

However, at the thought of the old devil becoming a woman, Ye Wuchen almost laughed out loud.

He looked at Mo Xiyan with a smile, his eyes full of schadenfreude.

Although Ye Wuchen didn't say it, through Ye Wuchen's expression, Mo Xiyan also knew what this bastard was thinking.

Her eyes flashed, she glared at Ye Wuchen in annoyance, and said angrily: "Bastard, still look, turn around!"

"Cut, who is rare!"

Pouting, Ye Wuchen took his clothes.

The red one seems to be a happy dress.

Ye Wuchen didn't care about this, the night was slightly cold, and he still put on clothes to avoid catching a cold.

Just as the two were dressing, the footsteps were already very close.

At the same time, there were whispers.

"At this time, the effect of the drug should have already started. ”

"It is estimated that the king and his wife are dead. ”

"Tsk, die of excessive lewd pleasure, this way of death is really enviable!"

"The second master is clever, put such miraculous medicine in their cup of wine, and even if someone checks it, they think that it is the young man who tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time, and he died without knowing moderation. ”

"Once the king is dead, the little prince has nothing to worry about. ”

"It's a pity, the second master is destined to be empty of bamboo baskets, and it will be cheaper for our uncle. ”

"Hurry up and find Wang Xi and hand it over to the uncle. ”

What the?

Demon Venerable is my wife?

In an instant, Ye Wuchen's scalp was numb, and his whole body was fried.