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Ming Xiaoyang, who has always been cynical, revealed a few pieces of sadness and desolation from the heart.

"Can you imagine? There is a person who is born with a mistake, hostile to his parents, hateful to those around him, and even the only love that can bring warmth is not easy. ”

"Six lives and six lives, in these six lives and six lives, the four words of the seventh life resentment determine his fate, even if he has done countless good deeds, he is also punished by everyone!"

"In the world, there is no warmth, only cold!"

In the end, Ming Xiaoyang turned over and got up, hugged Yan Hongye who was sitting in front of him, and buried her head in her fragrant hair, "The world is ruthless to me, so why should I be an alien in the eyes of humans, instead of being the leader of demons." ”

Yan Hongye remembered that she had seen it in Xuanxin Zhengzong, and heard it from her parents, and even experienced it herself, there was something about the resentment of the seventh generation, and her heart was as clear as ice and snow, and the snow-white soft pancreas was placed on the three thousand silver hair of the man next to her, and she comforted: "It's all over, haven't you already gotten rid of your fate and walked out of your own path?" ”

"yes!" Ming Xiaoyang, who was still hurting his life experience just now, suddenly got up and said with a happy face, "I have now gotten rid of my fate, and I have everything I should have." ”

"I'm still thinking about what to do now, it's better to give birth to the next generation for the Yin Moon Dynasty as soon as possible."

The seven generations of Demon Lords of the Lunar Moon Dynasty are all in the same lineage, but during the period of the Six Dao Demon Monarchs, the real Seven Nights Demon Monarch died in the womb of the Lunar Moon Empress Dowager before he was born.

If it weren't for Ming Xiaoyang's special identity, which combined the identity of the seventh resentful couple and the adopted son of the Yin Moon Dynasty, and was the first person in the Demon Dao, the Yin Moon Dynasty might not be willing to surrender.

And after he opened up the demon world, no one could accuse him of his background, but the heir is the most important thing after all.

The three women around him never gave birth to a son and a half daughter, which gradually caused dissatisfaction among people such as the four sages of the Demon Palace and Jing Wuyuan.

If it weren't for Ming Xiaoyang's prestige being too high, the three women around him would have a special identity, and maybe someone would have already advised him to enrich the harem.

"What, you just want to be your father like that?" Baguio hated that iron could not be steel, and stroked his flat lower abdomen, as if smiling.

Ming Xiaoyang nodded honestly and said, "That's right, this Shengjun just wants a child now." ”

"Hehehe." Seeing this, Bai Suzhen couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle, "Holy Monarch, this kind of thing can't be rushed. ”

"Whether or not you can give birth to flesh and blood depends on the will of God."

"yes!" Ming Xiaoyang sighed heavily, "So, this Holy Monarch is thinking about whether to find a few more women." ”

What the?

Xiao Xue, who happened to come over with a plate of pastries, heard this, and the whole person was stunned on the spot, and only panicked on her snow-white and moving cheeks.

The three women, Yan Hongye, Jin Bei'er, and Baguio, stared at Ming Xiaoyang with resentment.

"Why don't you four also be the women of this holy monarch?" Ming Xiaoyang didn't seem to notice the expressions of these women at all, and said with a straight face.

"Four?"

When Bai Suzhen heard this, Bai Jing's cheeks flushed, first she was shy, and a wave of joy surged in her heart, and then she felt that something was wrong.

"Why four?" The little young girl exclaimed with a pretty face.

Ming Xiaoyang stretched out a finger, pointed at their sisters, and put it on Xiaoxue's body, "You, the white girl, plus Xiaoxue, aren't they three?" ”

"And who's the fourth?" I don't know when, the purple blade has fallen into the hands of the golden bottle, and the golden bottle smiled charmingly and asked.

"The fourth, of course, is ............" Facing the searching eyes of the women, Ming Xiaoyang said word by word.

"Now the little white girl hiding in the pavilion!"

What the?

When the women heard this, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Boom!

However, Ming Xiaoyang didn't give them a chance to react, the five fingers of his left hand were put together, turning into a palm knife, and a palm knife that scored gold and jade slashed towards the stone pavilion not far away.

The void creaked in front of this slash, as if it could shatter at any moment.

Heavenly Demon Divine Skill, Heavenly Demon Knife!

It has been a period of time since he cultivated the Heavenly Demon Divine Skill, and he cultivated the Heavenly Demon Divine Skill with the demon body, and there was no fragment of the Great Heavenly Demon Yuan God to make trouble, and Ming Xiaoyang's martial arts made rapid progress, and it was a thousand miles a day.

This Heavenly Demon Knife has three or four percent of the fire.

Poof!

In the incredulous eyes of Yan Hongye, Baguio and others, the void in front of the stone pavilion was shattered, and a graceful and graceful figure appeared.

Nine-tailed Sky Fox, Xiaobai!

However, at this time, Xiaobai's state was not very good, and a wide sleeve turned into pieces of butterflies under the Heavenly Demon Knife.

The snow is white and delicate, and the arms that can't even find the slightest flaw are exposed, and faintly, there are drops of crystal blood.

"Oops." Xiao Bai slapped his chest with his other hand, and exclaimed exaggeratedly, "Holy Monarch, you can't help but be too ruthless, right?" ”

"Fortunately, the little girl has some ability, otherwise she would have died under your hands and would have died in vain!"

"If you die so easily, that's a good thing." Ming Xiaoyang said with a smile, "It's just the right time to wash away the shame of the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox Clan." ”

"As the legendary nine-tailed sky fox, can't you have a little grace?"

After speaking, Ming Xiaoyang held his forehead with his hand, as if he couldn't bear to see the undisciplined appearance of the person in front of him.

"Grace?" Xiaobai said with a nonchalant face, "What is that, can you eat it as a meal?" ”

"This girl doesn't care."

"Auntie." Seeing that his aunt was injured, Baguio hurriedly got up, gave her a salute, and groped a few times in his arms with one hand, wanting to take out the wound medicine and apply it to Xiaobai.

"Don't call me aunt." Xiaobai stepped forward, affectionately took Baguio's arm, and halfway through his words, he looked at Ming Xiaoyang with deep meaning, "Didn't the Holy Monarch just say that if he wants to expand his harem, even this girl will be counted in it?" ”

"In that case, then Yao'er, I will be commensurate with your sister in the future!"

Poof!

Ming Xiaoyang, who had just picked up the teacup, heard this, and couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of tea, fortunately, the golden bottle and Yan Hongye hid quickly, otherwise they would be sprayed squarely.

"Ahem, ahem." Ming Xiaoyang coughed violently, with a ghostly expression, "Xiaobai, what did you say?" ”

"Oh my God, you've once again refreshed my perception of the word lower limit."

"I can't stand it!" Xiaobai threw a wink at Ming Xiaoyang, "That can only prove that you are too naïve, Holy Monarch." ”

"In the Demon Dao, the strong are respected, and you have to have a lot of experience."

In the end, the tone was full of seriousness, and a hand was patted on Ming Xiaoyang's shoulder, as if a senior was teaching a junior.

Ming Xiaoyang's face was cloudy, distressed, shy, angry, helpless and other emotions converged, and in the end, it became a big word: embarrassment!

"Hahaha." When Bai Suzhen and the others saw this scene, they all burst out into crisp and hearty laughter.

The garden is full of cheerful atmosphere, only Yan Hongye looks slightly wrong.

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