Chapter 92: The Demon Emperor Welcomes the Holy Maiden (5)

In the hall, the snow-white stone ceiling, the gold-painted pattern hook edge, the gorgeous chandelier, the heavy and curvaceous furniture, and the soft and thick wool decoration all show the nobility and luxury of the Xiao Mansion.

"Xiao Shao is so generous, Xiao Mansion has never been so grandiose." Xiao Zhan looked at the rejuvenated Xiao Mansion, touching here and there from time to time, and sighed.

"Can it take so much manpower and material resources to greet the Demon Emperor?" Purple Shadow pursed her lips, slightly resentful.

In Ziying's heart, the Demon Emperor is a bit like the culprit who beats the mandarin ducks, and in the eyes of women, it is a heinous crime, so Ziying can't understand that Xiao Yan Weishenme wants to be so extravagant.

"The return of the demon saintess is a very grand ceremony of the demon clan, in order to show the importance of the demon saintess, and also to show a little heart to the green scales and my parting, how big is the stroke? I've got to make Green Scale feel my heart. Xiao Yan explained lightly, but his brows couldn't shake off the trace of melancholy, parting is imminent, how can he be happy?

"As for greeting the Demon Emperor, that's second." Xiao Yan added another sentence, which made Ziying's heart feel a lot more comfortable.

Although the status of the Demon Emperor is respected, it is far from worthy of Xiao Yan's condescension. This time it was Xiao Yan who returned the saint, it was the demon clan who owed Xiao Yan a great favor, if it weren't for the green scales, Xiao Yan would have received the demon emperor at will, and there was no need for such fanfare.

"Brother Xiao Yan."

When Xiao Yan frowned, Qing Yan walked over from the back door of the hall, dressed in a white dress like a light veil, as if he was in the fog of smoke. The occasionally half-exposed skin in the sleeves is as delicate as warm jade, and the cherry mouth is red without dotting, indescribably elegant and vulgar, but there is endless nostalgia in his eyes, which makes Xiao Yan's reluctance even more worn, and he sighs heavily.

"In a little while, the dawn will break, and the Demon Emperor should have arrived." Xiao Yan muttered to himself, looking at the pale cyan sky inlaid with a few remnant stars, his eyes suddenly darkened a little.

"Brother Xiao Yan, is Qing'er beautiful today?" Seeing that Xiao Yan didn't speak, Qing Yan raised his little face slightly and asked.

"Pretty, more beautiful than a fairy from below." Xiao Yan restrained his gloomy mood and said with a light smile.

"Really?" Hearing the lover's praise, Qinglan's face turned red, and he lowered his head slightly, but quickly raised it again, "On the days when Qing'er is not there, Brother Xiao Yan must always remember Qing'er's beautiful appearance, okay?" ”

"Uh-huh, never." Xiao Yan's heart was sour when he heard this, and he almost couldn't control his thoughts, so he agreed again and again.