This letter came from Chen Fuyou, nicknamed "Demon King", and his origin is not clear, only that he is an old man in his two hundred years old and has eight advanced cultivations. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Seven years ago, the demon king Chen Fuyou led a group of super masters to recruit soldiers and horses by force to form a demon army. The demon army began to rebel from the small city in the west of Yunxiang Kingdom, and then with an invincible momentum, it quickly developed from a few dozen people to a million-strong army, sweeping the entire west.

The demon army forcibly recruited strong men, plundered the rich, and killed officials, seriously disrupting the social order, and the places they passed through were like locusts crossing the border, causing famine and starvation.

Many people of the younger generation can never imagine what kind of hell it is, and only those who have lived through the war years can appreciate it.

The Demon King is a military master, Wu Dengxi, Frost Sky City, An Xiangjun, and the other three older generals, all of whom suffered defeats at the hands of the Demon King one after another.

At the end of the previous year, the old king drove a personal expedition to curb the offensive of the demon army.

Due to the hard work, the old king's health plummeted, and he was unable to suppress this huge rebellion, so he temporarily ceased fighting.

In the evening, in the imperial study, the god sat on a chair reading the letter, and the noble and beautiful queen held a teapot and poured tea for him herself.

In the letter, Chen Fuyou arrogantly ordered the queen to marry him, otherwise, he would wave his army to take Yuncheng, destroy all the men of the royal family, and marry all the women of the royal family.

Yi Luo raised his eyebrows, and said angrily: "This demon king, what a big breath, this kind of pig and dog is not as good as something, I will kill him!"

Pan Beitong looked at him with wide eyes and asked timidly, "You...... Are you mad at me?"

Yi Luo looked up, saw Pan Beitong's cold face, showed a shy look, his heart was touched, put down the letter and stood up, stepped forward to hug Pan Beitong's soft delicate body into his arms, and said softly: "You are my woman, how can I tolerate others bullying you!"

Pan Beitong hugged Yi Luo excitedly, and said in a trembling voice: "People think that you don't like me!"

"How could I not like you!"

"You never said you liked me, and people thought you hated me!"

"Bei Tong, now I sincerely say to you, I like you!"

Hearing Yi Luo's confession, Pan Beitong's heart trembled, and tears of joy were about to fall, and in a daze, the young man held his pretty face, and an affectionate kiss sent her to the clouds.

After a long time, when the mouths of the two were separated, Pan Beitong realized that Yi Luo's hands were exploring in her clothes. Pan Beitong was reluctant to open that hand, and his body was paralyzed in Yi Luo's arms, panting coquettishly, looking like he was giving and asking.

The old king had just died, and Pan Beitong was still immersed in grief, and Yi Luo would not eat the beauty at such a time.

Yi Luo sat down in a chair and let Pan Beitong sit on his lap, first warm up for a while, and then in a charming way, he was going to crusade against the demon army.

Even if it wasn't for Pan Beitong, Yi Luo would not let go of the Demon King, and death was the lightest punishment for the crimes he had committed.

Before becoming a god, Yi Luo had fantasized about killing the demon king, destroying the demon army, and saving thousands of suffering people, but after becoming a god, he has been busy running around for survival and for his relatives.

Pan Beitong closed his eyes and gasped: "Crusade...... Do you have time?"

Yi Luo snorted and kissed Pan Beitong's broken face: "My fiancée is the king, I can use the power of the state to find my parents across the country, and Miao Jiahui will be published, and then I can withdraw and go to slay demons." ”

Pan Beitong was touched by Yi Luo's big hand, she forcibly stayed awake, and said in a consultative tone: "That...... Let Frost Sky City and An Xiangjun ...... Bring someone with you. ”

The demon army was strong, and Yi Luo understood that Pan Beitong was worried about his safety, and said: "I will only take An Xiangjun away, and Frost Sky City will stay in Cloud City." ”

"For ...... Why?"

"The Praetorian Guard has suffered heavy casualties, Cloud City has just settled down, and there may be another turmoil at any time, I have to guarantee your safety. ”

Pan Beitong had just ascended the throne, and there was a rebellion and chaos, and the state affairs were busy, Yi Luo did not take up too much of her time, and after the two discussed the crusade, they walked out of the study together.

Murong Yi and Su Wanyu, who were guarding outside, sensitively noticed that they must have done something inappropriate for children inside, and the two girls couldn't help but smile at each other secretly.

Yi Luo just turned around and found Murong Yi and Su Wanyu's small movements, and coughed dryly: "Xiaoyi, Xiaoyu, what are you laughing at?"

Their own young lady and the god of heaven are in love for life, Murong Yi and Su Wanyu are much more down-to-earth, the original fear of the god in their hearts has also disappeared, the two of them covered their mouths and smiled, Murong Yi said in a coquettish voice: "It's nothing, we are just in a good mood all of a sudden!"

Yi Luo and Pan Beitong tacitly agreed, and their faces were slightly red.

Yi Luo will stay in Cloud City for a few more days, observing the reactions of all parties and making sure that there is stability before leaving.

The next day, Yi Luo went to the best sword shop in Cloud City to retrieve the Qinglian Sword that he had upgraded yesterday.

The Blue Lotus Sword has been upgraded once in Wind Dance City, and this time it is upgraded to the heavyweight level of a master.

"You say, my Qinglian knife was stolen?"

Yi Luo was angry, his face was as black as a piece of charcoal, the Qinglian Knife was not only his weapon for self-defense, but also because it was the same as the name of Ye Qinglian, it had an extraordinary meaning to him, how could he not be angry!

The owner of the sword shop was a tall middle-aged man, he handed Yi Luo a bag of gold coins, and said expressionlessly, "This is compensation for you." ”

Yi Luo scanned the bag and saw that there were only a hundred gold coins inside, and he couldn't help but be angry: "My Qinglian knife and anti-gravity scabbard are worth a fortune, and you only paid me a hundred gold coins?"

The owner of the sword shop took back the money bag and said arrogantly with a straight face: "What is valuable? Don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu is an expert, you can see at a glance how much your sword is worth, a hundred gold coins are more than enough, if you are too little, there is not one!"

Yi Luo is confident that he is like a noble son, and this boss dares to be so arrogant, which shows that the background is not simple. He immediately dispatched Xiao Yiluo, and found that the Qinglian knife was not stolen, but happened to be seen by Pan Chongxian, and he forcibly took it away, leaving only a hundred gold coins as compensation for the owner.

Who could be more noble than the royal family? That's why the sword shop owner is so unscrupulous.

If the owner of the sword shop had honestly apologized and promised to make more appropriate compensation, Yi Luo would forgive him, and he would not have to pay compensation.

And now, Yi Luo didn't intend to let him go, and with a wave of his hand, the sword shop owner's body flew upside down and slammed into the counter, smashing the wooden counter with a "bang".

With another wave of his hand, the Sword Shop Boss slammed head-on against the wall, and as he slowly turned around in pain, a face seemed to be flattened, covered in blood.