When Lan Yao took a soft sedan chair and arrived at the place where the flower demon clan was located, the flying flowers that fell from the sky were scattered, and the whole house was decorated very beautifully.

The tiled roof is covered with flower petals, and bells hang from the four corners of the upturned roof, and the crisp sound is slowly blowing in the wind.

There are countless houses close to each other, one after another, surrounded by all kinds of flowers.

"Beauty, come on, come down." Xingyu hurriedly walked to the soft sedan that had just landed, stretched out his arm and prepared to support Lan Yao to get off the soft sedan car.

Lan Yao's eyes glanced at him slightly, and she walked down neatly from the soft Jiao, and her movements were as clean as flowing clouds and stood outside the door of the main house.

And Yan Sheng waited by like a humble gentleman, while the women of several clans looked at Lan Yao with bad faces, as if she was some kind of flood beast.

Lan Yao was unmoved, and took a step Zilian walked to Yan Sheng's side, Yan Sheng then raised his fingertips and put them into his lips, his lips opened lightly, and after a while, a string of unintelligible characters popped out of his lips and submerged into his fingertips. Then he put his fingertips into the door of the house, and the two red lacquered wooden doors trembled slightly, and with a "squeak", they slowly opened.

Lan Yao habitually used his divine sense to look into the interior of the house, and the first thing that caught his eye was the guests of all ethnic groups, each of whom carried a bouquet of flowers, or talked loudly, or whispered, or drank and had fun, or indulged in flowers.

Although everyone looked very busy, their eyes glanced at the gate of the courtyard from time to time, as if waiting for an important person to appear.

Lan Yao's consciousness drilled into the gate of the courtyard, on the other side of the gate is the waterfall, the water of the waterfall seems to come from the sky, in the lake pavilion outside the waterfall, the veil is drooping all around, a man who can't see the true face sits in it, he holds Xiao in one hand, the clear and curvy notes float out of the veil, the wind blows the veil, the veil rises and flies in the air, and a bright and beautiful face breaks into Lan Yao's sight.

The man seemed to have discovered Lan Yao's snooping, his fingertips rotated and a ray of light floated out of his fingertips, Lan Yao wanted to probe again but was directly popped out by the light, her eyes were dark for a short time, and she wanted to use her divine sense to penetrate but could no longer move forward.

"What's wrong?" Xingyu seemed to have noticed Lan Yao's abnormality, he patted Lan Yao's shoulder, and his handsome face leaned in front of her, full of doubts.

Lan Yao stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, the pain in her heart was slightly relieved, her face was slightly pale, she raised her eyes and glanced at Xingyu lightly, "It's okay." ”

"Fairy, please wait a moment, my father will be here in a while." Yan Sheng stood beside Lan Yao, he said to Lan Yao in a calm tone, and suddenly he remembered something, and as soon as he grabbed the void, a bunch of Lamei appeared in the palm of his hand, and he handed the just opened Lamei to Lan Yao's face.

Lan Yao raised her eyebrows, the waves sparkled slightly, she didn't know why.

Yan Sheng's thin lips opened lightly, "Every guest here will have a bouquet of flowers in their hands, on behalf of the introducer, this is my flower, for you." ”

"Are you Lamei?" Lan Yao's eyes flashed a hint of clarity, no wonder why he was so indifferent, very different from other people dressed up in flowers.

Yan Sheng's pink cheeks flushed slightly, and he nodded invisibly, "Hmm." ”

Lan Yao held Lamei in his hand without saying a word, and waited with the other guests.

As time passed, a light cough came from the gate of the courtyard, followed by a crisp female voice: "Welcome to the patriarch." ”

"Greetings to the Patriarch." The others immediately stopped talking, their eyes looking together towards the gate, and bowing their heads towards that place with great respect.

Lan Yao also did the same, after all, the gun shot the first bird, and it was not good to be too maverick.

As the crowd fell, there was a burst of floral fragrance wafting from the gate, Lan Yao could only see two bare feet stepping out of the gate, the toes were very round and beautiful, the nails were neatly trimmed, his bare feet were in the air, as if stepping on the clouds, he didn't want to land at all.

"Get up." The man's voice was bewitching with a little imperceptible coldness, and his tone was careless, as if he was not surprised by the fact that everyone had come.

Lan Yao slowly raised his head with everyone, Lan Yao's gaze slowly moved up from the delicate robe, and the two slender hands like white jade naturally fell on both sides of the body, and then looked up, and saw the person's pointed chin, then the pair of thin lips, and then the man's upturned nose, charming eyes, and willow eyebrows.

It was a very feminine face, he walked like a willow, this face completely overlapped with the person Lan Yao saw playing the flute in the pavilion, but it had a completely different temperament.

One is very charming, the other is cold and elegant.

"You have two fathers?" Although Lan Yao felt that it was rude to ask such a question, she couldn't believe how there could be two faces so similar, even if Mo Bai and Chiqiong had the same face, they could still find subtle differences if they looked closely.

"My father is a twin, so he has two faces. On weekdays, everyone treats people like this, and only when they are alone will they show another look. Yan Sheng seemed to be surprised by this question, and he explained as usual.

Suddenly, his brows raised slightly, and he turned his face to look at Lan Yao with a bit of inquiry in his eyes: "How does the fairy know that my father has two faces?" ”

Although the north of the Demon Realm knew about this, Lan Yao was just an immortal, how could he know such a thing, even that Xingyu might not know.

Lan Yao's eyes rolled slightly, and he suddenly spoke: "I came to the north of the underworld, and I have been near the Demon King's Palace, and I seem to have heard some interesting stories about this place, among which the rumors about your father are also among them, so when I saw the patriarch today, I wanted to ask if this was the case." ”

Lan Yao's level of training has become more and more proficient, her face is not red and her heart is not beating, and her tone has not even changed.

Yan Sheng looked carefully and made sure that Lan Yao did not look like he was lying, so he finally believed her statement.

Although people in other parts of the Demon Realm know very little about this matter, near the Demon King's Palace, there are some demons from the north of the Underworld who go to report the situation, and it is very normal to accidentally say that they leak their mouths, this is an open secret, and there is nothing that cannot be seen.

"Thank you for coming thousands of miles to participate in the poetry conference I held, today I think about it, I feel that the previous gameplay is too boring, so I set up three levels, which not only cultivates sentiment, but also allows you to have fun, do you think it's good?"

At this moment, the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan had already walked to the high platform in the courtyard, he stepped on the lotus flower on tiptoe, his short and messy hair waved wantonly in the air, and his water-colored eyes were flowing with thousands of graces, he said in a tone full of charm.

As soon as these words came out, the whole garden was in an uproar.

Originally, for the demons, the poetry is a very distressing thing for them, and it is not easy to hold back one or two poems, just need to mention it in person at the poetry conference, whether the words are ugly or not, give the patriarch a glance one by one, and choose the best of today among the many poems.

The patriarch of the flower demon clan actually felt that the previous one was too boring, and set up three levels, didn't this kill them?

This is not called a poetry conference, this is called a desperate conference!

Those demons who bought poems at high prices from elsewhere had bitter expressions, after all, they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this patriarch's gourd.

"Don't panic, everyone-" The patriarch of the Flower Demon clan saw that there was a lot of discussion below, he naturally knew the origin of these people's poems, his tone was very leisurely, and the penetrating voice shuttled through the courtyard, and the voice of the discussion gradually became a little smaller.

The patriarch of the flower demon clan saw that everyone's mood calmed down a little, and he spoke again: "These three levels are not too difficult, they are all some of the fur I learned from the human world, after all, we who are demons are not busy cultivating on weekdays, there is no extra fun at all, I am here to add some joy to you, if there are dissatisfied, go out and go straight, I will not send it far." ”

The patriarch of the flower demon clan spoke in a very indifferent tone, he was not afraid of these demons at all, his eyes flashed with glazed light, and he charmingly brushed the broken hair in front of his forehead, as if he was waiting for the demons to decide.

Lan Yao's level of training has become more and more proficient, her face is not red and her heart is not beating, and her tone has not even changed.

Yan Sheng looked carefully and made sure that Lan Yao did not look like he was lying, so he finally believed her statement.

Although people in other parts of the Demon Realm know very little about this matter, near the Demon King's Palace, there are some demons from the north of the Underworld who go to report the situation, and it is very normal to accidentally say that they leak their mouths, this is an open secret, and there is nothing that cannot be seen.

"Thank you for coming thousands of miles to participate in the poetry conference I held, today I think about it, I feel that the previous gameplay is too boring, so I set up three levels, which not only cultivates sentiment, but also allows you to have fun, do you think it's good?"

At this moment, the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan had already walked to the high platform in the courtyard, he stepped on the lotus flower on tiptoe, his short and messy hair waved wantonly in the air, and his water-colored eyes were flowing with thousands of graces, he said in a tone full of charm.

As soon as these words came out, the whole garden was in an uproar.

Originally, for the demons, the poetry is a very distressing thing for them, and it is not easy to hold back one or two poems, just need to mention it in person at the poetry conference, whether the words are ugly or not, give the patriarch a glance one by one, and choose the best of today among the many poems.

The patriarch of the flower demon clan actually felt that the previous one was too boring, and set up three levels, didn't this kill them?

This is not called a poetry conference, this is called a desperate conference!

Those demons who bought poems at high prices from elsewhere had bitter expressions, after all, they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this patriarch's gourd.

"Don't panic, everyone-" The patriarch of the Flower Demon clan saw that there was a lot of discussion below, he naturally knew the origin of these people's poems, his tone was very leisurely, and the penetrating voice shuttled through the courtyard, and the voice of the discussion gradually became a little smaller.

Seeing that everyone's mood calmed down a little, the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan spoke again: "These three levels are not too difficult, they are all some of the fur I learned from the human world, after all, we are demons."