Meng Ze was not surprised by Leng Mingyue's decision, he raised his head slightly and said:

"Don't worry, the empress, the matter of the love root, Mengze has not spread it."

In fact, when the Affection Root laid the domain barrier, he guessed that she had returned, and wanted to leave the tribe to confirm the answer.

Considering that the island is so big, it is inevitable that she will attract the attention of the two clans when she moves, and she thinks that if Leng Mingyue really comes back, she will not want to attract attention, so she has been waiting for things to develop.

And told the demons that he didn't know what was going on, so he sent someone to bypass the burial place of the love root and go to a remote place to investigate.

After the barriers to the field completely disappeared, he determined that the roots of love were returned to their places and came out of the tribe to find her.

When he saw this "freckled girl" at first glance, he was stunned for a moment, feeling that he hadn't seen her for tens of thousands of years, and the empress's appearance had changed a little.

But it didn't matter how she looked, what mattered was that she was back, and he saw her again.

It was only when he got close that he could smell something that was disguised, and knew that she had changed his appearance—he had lived in the forest for a long time and was extremely sensitive to medicine.

"The demon clan deserves to be a demon clan, you are still as beautiful as you were at the beginning." Leng Mingyue stared at Meng Ze's face, unable to find the traces left by the years.

The life span of the demon clan is generally long, and the essence of the sun and the moon is used as nourishment, and the higher the cultivation, the more it will be absorbed.

A smile appeared in Meng Ze's eyes, and when he saw Shen Lichuan on Leng Mingyue's lap, there was a hint of exploration in his smile.

"You and the Holy Son of the Temple?"

He has heard of this famous son of the mainland, especially in recent years, and he has witnessed him become famous in the continent step by step, turning doubts into recognition, recognition into appreciation, and appreciation into reverence.

Even the demons of the seven major tribes praised him from time to time.

Indeed, at this glance, His Highness the Holy Son was almost not inferior to his advanced cultivation, which made him a little incomprehensible.

How many years has he been cultivating, how old is Shen Lichuan, and it's not like this when the back waves push the front waves.

"He's my ......" Leng Mingyue was suddenly stumped, and after a pause, she laughed to herself, as if there were stars shining in her eyes.

"Meng Ze understood." The face of the black-winged butterfly demon showed joy from the heart:

"The Holy Son has the posture of a great emperor, and he can enter your eyes, so his character must not be bad."

The empress has suffered a lot along the way, although it is good to be alone, it is better if she has the person she wants to be side by side.

Leng Mingyue's cheeks were slightly red, slightly embarrassed, did she show it so obviously?

Capturing this flush, Meng Ze sighed in his heart: It's been a long time since I have seen the empress have such obvious mood swings.

Compared with no sorrow, no joy, no injury and no pain, sometimes, he hopes that the empress has a little more human smell.

Instead of being like a marionette who can't see the thread, lonely and lonely.

was imprisoned by this merit and fame.

He wants to see her who is wanton and chic, freewheeling, and free.

"How have the tribes fared all these years?" She basked in the sun and asked lazily and leisurely.

"Thanks to the blessing of the empress, without the curse of the demon flag, all the demons will be free." Meng Ze smiled, and his face was overwhelming:

"The tribes are friendly and peaceful, and the demon clan who is happy to be born can also live in the world to study and find jobs, and they are safe and worry-free."

"Who dares to mess with your group of natural beast geniuses." Leng Mingyue chuckled.

The Beast Master is a popular profession second only to the Healer, and those bigwig-level Beast Masters are often an army alone.

"The Empress." Meng Ze restrained his smile: "I'll wait, can I see the demon banner again." ”