“······ Good. As if swallowing a duck egg, Yan Sheng swallowed all the questions stiffly, he folded the rice paper and put it in the palm of his hand, quietly waiting for the last opportunity.

The other demons frowned and thought about the question of the patriarch of the demon clan.

Some demons handed over another poem that they had bought early in the morning, and some of them really didn't have any ink, so they had to sigh faintly, they had just obtained the pass, but they stopped the pace at this level.

There are only a few demons, when the interest came, looking at this beautiful scenery, slowly lifting the pen, suddenly stuck in the middle, then stood and thought again, after several thoughts, scribbled and changed, and finally waved the brush in the air, reflecting what he thought on the rice paper.

Yan Sheng saw that it was almost time, his body used his demonic power to fly, the long inky hair danced in the wind, the clothes fluttered, the folding fan swayed gently, and the written rice paper seemed to have long legs, and flew into the veil with him.

"When the time comes, please stop writing." At this moment, the enchanting voice of the patriarch of the flower demon clan came from the veil, and the slightest wisp seemed to have submerged into the soul of every demon present, and his tone was unquestionable.

The demons who had not been able to put down their pen for a long time had sad faces, and the atmosphere at the scene was very low-pressure, as if it was gray.

Only a few people are confident, and Lan Yao is one of them.

The demons who submitted the poems kept their eyes firmly on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, for fear of missing a trace of wind and grass.

There was silence in the veil, only through the light halo, casting the shadows of the two people in the center of the pavilion, they carefully looked at the words on each piece of rice paper, carefully selected, some of the writing was not particularly good, it seemed that after only looking at it for a second, it was burned by the flames of the two people.

After a long time, Lan Yao saw through the shadow that Yan Sheng hesitated several times, and finally took out Lan Yao's rice paper, and the slender fingers of the demon clan patriarch took it without any pause, and after he unfolded the rice paper, he lowered his head and looked at it.

"Lan Yao." The patriarch of the flower demon clan opened his lips lightly, his snow-white fingertips stretched out from the veil, he lifted the veil lightly, and two flower-like faces appeared in front of the demons, one was very elegant, the other was very charming, and the bewitching man pulled a smile.

His eyes stared at Lan Yao for a moment.

"I'm here." Lan Yao responded very calmly, and the demons found that there was a stunning beauty standing among them.

"Come here." The patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan raised his hand and gently called Lan Yao, his gaze had not changed, and his water-colored eyes were full of kindness.

Lan Yao didn't say a word, raised his steps and was about to go forward, but was grabbed by Xingyu: "Beauty, didn't you provoke the patriarch of the flower demon clan?" ”

"Rest easy." Lan Yao patted his palm, signaled him to relax, and then he saw it lightly, and it fell on the Huxin Pavilion in an instant.

She lifted her steps and walked in, and the Flower Demon Patriarch lowered the veil.

Lan Yao entered the pavilion and looked at the furnishings in the pavilion.

In front of her was a low table, four cushions neatly arranged, two of which were occupied by the patriarch of the flower demon clan and Yan Sheng, and next to the low table was a golden bottle of four-cornered incense burner, from which a wisp of fragrance wafted out.

Their faces were covered with rice paper, and the patriarch of the Flower Demon clan held a piece of rice paper in his hand, slapped it heavily on the table, and asked with an unchanged face, "May I ask what the fairy means?" First spied on my blowjob, and now you fool me with this rice paper three times or twice? I just want to ask, what kind of heart do you have? ”

"Dare to ask the patriarch, what is fooling?" Lan Yao didn't need to be invited by the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan, she sat down by herself, her cold eyes glanced at the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan lightly, and her tone was extremely sincere.

Yan Sheng saw the dark tide surging between his father and Lan Yao, and he was in a dilemma, after all, he submitted this piece of paper, and after all, it was because of him.

"Then may I ask the fairy, what is written on this rice paper: What is the meaning of the white prostitution in the beauty pavilion of any smoke and rain in the world with this paper?" The patriarch of the Hua clan had a bad face, and it was clear that he was fooling, insulting both his IQ and his treasury.

He is a patriarch of a clan, and he naturally has the money to stay in the Qinglou in the world, and he can even afford to sleep in the Oiran, let alone an ordinary white prostitute!

“······ Good. As if swallowing a duck egg, Yan Sheng swallowed all the questions stiffly, he folded the rice paper and put it in the palm of his hand, quietly waiting for the last opportunity.

The other demons frowned and thought about the question of the patriarch of the demon clan.

Some demons handed over another poem that they had bought early in the morning, and some of them really didn't have any ink, so they had to sigh faintly, they had just obtained the pass, but they stopped the pace at this level.

There are only a few demons, when the interest came, looking at this beautiful scenery, slowly lifting the pen, suddenly stuck in the middle, then stood and thought again, after several thoughts, scribbled and changed, and finally waved the brush in the air, reflecting what he thought on the rice paper.

Yan Sheng saw that it was almost time, his body used his demonic power to fly, the long inky hair danced in the wind, the clothes fluttered, the folding fan swayed gently, and the written rice paper seemed to have long legs, and flew into the veil with him.

"When the time comes, please stop writing." At this moment, the enchanting voice of the patriarch of the flower demon clan came from the veil, and the slightest wisp seemed to have submerged into the soul of every demon present, and his tone was unquestionable.

The demons who had not been able to put down their pen for a long time had sad faces, and the atmosphere at the scene was very low-pressure, as if it was gray.

Only a few people are confident, and Lan Yao is one of them.

The demons who submitted the poems kept their eyes firmly on the pavilion in the middle of the lake, for fear of missing a trace of wind and grass.

There was silence in the veil, only through the light halo, casting the shadows of the two people in the center of the pavilion, they carefully looked at the words on each piece of rice paper, carefully selected, some of the writing was not particularly good, it seemed that after only looking at it for a second, it was burned by the flames of the two people.

After a long time, Lan Yao saw through the shadow that Yan Sheng hesitated several times, and finally took out Lan Yao's rice paper, and the slender fingers of the demon clan patriarch took it without any pause, and after he unfolded the rice paper, he lowered his head and looked at it.

"Lan Yao." The patriarch of the flower demon clan opened his lips lightly, his snow-white fingertips stretched out from the veil, he lifted the veil lightly, and two flower-like faces appeared in front of the demons, one was very elegant, the other was very charming, and the bewitching man pulled a smile.

His eyes stared at Lan Yao for a moment.

"I'm here." Lan Yao responded very calmly, and the demons found that there was a stunning beauty standing among them.

"Come here." The patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan raised his hand and gently called Lan Yao, his gaze had not changed, and his water-colored eyes were full of kindness.

Lan Yao didn't say a word, raised his steps and was about to go forward, but was grabbed by Xingyu: "Beauty, didn't you provoke the patriarch of the flower demon clan?" ”

"Rest easy." Lan Yao patted his palm, signaled him to relax, and then he saw it lightly, and it fell on the Huxin Pavilion in an instant.

She lifted her steps and walked in, and the Flower Demon Patriarch lowered the veil.

Lan Yao entered the pavilion and looked at the furnishings in the pavilion.

In front of her was a low table, four cushions neatly arranged, two of which were occupied by the patriarch of the flower demon clan and Yan Sheng, and next to the low table was a golden bottle of four-cornered incense burner, from which a wisp of fragrance wafted out.

Their faces were covered with rice paper, and the patriarch of the Flower Demon clan held a piece of rice paper in his hand, slapped it heavily on the table, and asked with an unchanged face, "May I ask what the fairy means?" First spied on my blowjob, and now you fool me with this rice paper three times or twice? I just want to ask, what kind of heart do you have? ”

"Dare to ask the patriarch, what is fooling?" Lan Yao didn't need to be invited by the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan, she sat down by herself, her cold eyes glanced at the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan lightly, and her tone was extremely sincere.

Yan Sheng saw the dark tide surging between his father and Lan Yao, and he was in a dilemma, after all, he submitted this piece of paper, and after all, it was because of him.

"Then may I ask the fairy, what is written on this rice paper: What is the meaning of the white prostitution in the beauty pavilion of any smoke and rain in the world with this paper?" The patriarch of the Hua clan had a bad face, and it was clear that he was fooling, insulting both his IQ and his treasury.

He is a patriarch of a clan, and he naturally has the money to stay in the Qinglou in the world, and he can even afford to sleep in the Oiran, let alone an ordinary white prostitute!

"Come here." The patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan raised his hand and gently called Lan Yao, his gaze had not changed, and his water-colored eyes were full of kindness.

Lan Yao didn't say a word, raised his steps and was about to go forward, but was grabbed by Xingyu: "Beauty, didn't you provoke the patriarch of the flower demon clan?" ”

"Rest easy." Lan Yao patted his palm, signaled him to relax, and then he saw it lightly, and it fell on the Huxin Pavilion in an instant.

She lifted her steps and walked in, and the Flower Demon Patriarch lowered the veil.

Lan Yao entered the pavilion and looked at the furnishings in the pavilion.

In front of her was a low table, four cushions neatly arranged, two of which were occupied by the patriarch of the flower demon clan and Yan Sheng, and next to the low table was a golden bottle of four-cornered incense burner, from which a wisp of fragrance wafted out.

Their faces were covered with rice paper, and the patriarch of the Flower Demon clan held a piece of rice paper in his hand, slapped it heavily on the table, and asked with an unchanged face, "May I ask what the fairy means?" First spied on my blowjob, and now you fool me with this rice paper three times or twice? I just want to ask, what kind of heart do you have? ”

"Dare to ask the patriarch, what is fooling?" Lan Yao didn't need to be invited by the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan, she sat down by herself, her cold eyes glanced at the patriarch of the Flower Demon Clan lightly, and her tone was extremely sincere.