"Little brother, I know you don't believe it, but if there is a demon wolf......" Later, Beitang Guyao didn't continue.

∷?

~ "Third brother, you told me this is not true, how is it possible? Madame, how could she have killed her father? ”

Beitang Yin shouted.

Beitang Guyao just said: "If you don't believe it, do I believe it?" It seems that we have all been deceived by her kind appearance, the queen mother has cried and fainted several times, I have counted the hexagram three times, and I can no longer see the fate of my father, he ...... Nope. ”

His voice moved and his eyes turned red.

"No...... I don't believe it! ”

Beitang Yin roared.

No words can express his current emotions.

Is it hate?

Is it a complaint?

Is it doubt?

Nothing!

He only hoped that his father would come back, and only that he was still alive.

But...... Not anymore, not anymore!

He couldn't even feel the direction of Beitang Tuoba, and he couldn't even smell his super demonic energy.

Dongfang Lingwei!

Life!

Goodbye, either you die or I die!

"Little brother, little brother, what's wrong with you?"

Beitang Guyao looked at Beitang Yin, who had been staring wide-eyed, and couldn't believe that his long inky hair suddenly turned white.

The ink-like hair turned snow-white.

Three thousand silver threads, thousands of hatreds!

Beitang Yin smiled bitterly: "Third brother, in the future, if I see Dongfang Lingwei again, either she dies or I die!" Pass the order, as long as you meet someone from the Dongfang family in the future, you will be killed! ”

"Little Brother ......"

Beitang was lonely and stopped, and he didn't know what to say to be able to persuade Beitang Yin.

"I haven't figured it out, I don't want my little brother to lose his love because of this."

"Third brother, you don't need to say it, I know this jade pendant, it is the one that Dongfang Lingwei wears on weekdays! Even if it's not her, it's Dongfang Qing's old immortal, before, she didn't cherish my love, and in the future, I will let her know what regret is! ”

The funeral of the demon king was held for a full seven hundred and forty-nine.

The entire Demon Spirit Mountain, and even the entire Demon Night Country, were pitch black, and it was raining constantly.

Only Beitang Yin has been drenched in this rain.

Night after night, there is no pause.

Also attending the funeral of the demon king were the prince of the elf clan and the current elf princess, the former queen of the Folding Moon.

They come and go as fast as they come, and the demon king has passed away.

The next demon king fell all over Beitang Yin's body.

Many demons are speculating why it is not the Third Highness Beitang Guyao, but Beitang Yin.

And this throne was taken by Beitang Guyao to let Xian and was unwilling to inherit the throne.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the Demon King has decided to make Beitang Yin the next generation of Demon King.

It's just that no one thought that it would come so early and so quickly.

........................ -- Volume 2 - Mysterious Spirit Hall -- Dongfang Ling Wei: Is such a painful feeling love?

Beitang Yin: This is called the pain of love and the cut of hate.

――――"The Hot Demon Concubine is so fierce"――Ling Dalu.

An unknown place.

Surrounded by a crimson sea on all sides, this small place is quite peaceful if you don't count the demons who run out of the desert all day long.

Is it peaceful?

No, no, no, in Dongfang Lingwei's opinion, the terrifying one really began.

"Alas......"

"Alas!"

"Alas!"

This was already the third time that Dongfang Ling Wei roared angrily, but the madman standing in front of her was not moved at all.

This is already forty-ninth!

What the hell does that crazy man want?

A cauldron, put her in, and start the fire.

It was very surprising that Dongfang Lingwei was boiled for forty-nine, but she didn't die.

"I said, can you stop cooking me?"

Dongfang Lingwei has long run out of patience.