Mo Jiu thought about it in his heart for a while, but he was not curious enough to ask about it.

After entering the Demon Palace, the horses walked for a while before they stopped. From here, you have to walk in. And except for the invitee and one of his personal guards (mostly personal guards), the others must wait here and cannot go any further.

The registration ceremony is about to begin. Red Moon left the others behind and walked in with Mojiu. Mo Jiu nodded gratefully in gratitude.

Mo Jiu began to unconsciously look for the familiar figure from the moment he got off the carriage.

"Master Jing, who are you looking for?"

Unexpectedly, Hongyue on the side had already seen that Mo Jiu was looking for someone, and approached Mo Jiu and asked.

There is a faint fragrance of tea on the red moon, and with the beautiful sound, it is very attractive.

Mo Jiu took a step back quietly, and said: "Just take a look, I have been living in seclusion in the deep mountains, and I haven't seen much of the world, so I finally have the opportunity, and it's good to see the world more." ”

Mo Jiu didn't want to tell Hongyue about what he was looking for Emperor Wuchen, and there were some things that he didn't have to tell others. If you are not a confidant, others will never understand you, and saying the pain in your heart is just adding an interesting thing to others.

Hongyue saw Mo Jiu's avoidant figure, her eyes dimmed for a moment, but she also smiled slightly, and said, "It is said that when the enthronement ceremony comes, the new demon lord may take off the mask on his face, isn't the prince of the mirror curious?" ”

Speaking of the mask, Mo Jiu remembered the mask that Emperor Wuchen had worn on his face, and remembered that he took off the mask for the first time, which was really amazing.

Mo Jiu frowned, thinking about the use of all this, this person didn't seem to want to see her.

"It's just a deliberate attempt to create some mystery and sensationalism. No matter how ugly or beautiful he is, he is just a skin, since he can be a demon lord, he must have a certain strength, and he can't understand why he wants to wear a mask to make a splash. ”

"Did you ever think that maybe the demon lord would be someone he knew after taking off his mask?" Red Moon asked, curling the corners of her lips.

Mo Jiu had never thought of this possibility, but not thinking about it didn't mean that there was none, maybe he was really afraid of being recognized by others with a mask?

But since he is already a demon lord and has strength, who is he afraid of who will recognize him?

Could it really be someone she knew?

If someone else is fine, if it is dustless, Mo Jiu may not know what kind of reaction to make.

Mo Jiu has seen dustless here a few times, and he saw it in the Demon Realm. And she had never seen Wuchen before. If it is said that the possibility of the demon lord being Emperor Wuchen, it will not be too small.

Could it be him? It can't really be him, right?

At this time, the enthronement ceremony was about to begin, and countless demons looked at a wide platform in the center of the Demon Palace. From that platform to the main hall of the Demon Palace, there was a long black brocade trimmed with gold trim spread on the ground.

On the platform, there are already placed tripods for sacrifices, as well as utensils for sacrifices. Colorful and bizarre heads lay on top of the vessel, and the scene looked bloody and eerie.

At this moment, a musical instrument sounded, and a man was supported by two priests and walked slowly on the black brocade.

The man was dressed in a dark red brocade robe embroidered with a black dragon, and a mask was worn on his face, which was a delicate white jade mask.

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