"What, you don't know! How could you not know yourself?" The Night Demon King seemed helpless about Feng Yi's pretending to be crazy and stupid, this kid didn't know when he became so shrewd, thinking that he thought that he was so scheming and scheming, and the demons were unmatched, but he couldn't get anything useful from this kid's mouth.

"Old man, I really don't know, I just had a dream, and then my strength increased, and then I had a dream, and I got a gold-level magic scroll. Feng Yi sat on the wide stone chair and said innocently while drinking tea.

"Stinky boy, then why don't you stop having a dream and become an Eighteen-Winged Heavenly Demon. The Night Demon King couldn't laugh or cry at the reason Feng Yi used to prevaricate, but Feng Yi has the ability, and he has a lot of face as an old man, and the demon clan determines its status by strength, and at this time, Feng Yi's status has risen sharply in his heart, and he is only the boss Mike. After Satan.

"I also think, maybe one day I will really become an eighteen-winged heavenly demon. Feng Yi laughed.

Since he can't ask, the Night Demon King doesn't plan to ask anymore, and there will be a chance to get it out of his mouth in the future.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it, the competition is now over, and tomorrow all the people who have participated in the competition will go to the Demon Abyss to adventure, I already know what you helped Mike, you did a good job, and it has the style of this king, but you have to beware of the revenge of the Mad Demon King, the Demon Abyss is the best place to kill people. "The Daredevil said.

"Revenge? I'm afraid he won't dare to retaliate against me. Feng Yi shrugged, he also knew that Miller's good looks were rescued, and it was not difficult to guess from his mouth that he did it himself, everything was seamless, but it was impossible to calculate that Miller had placed more than a dozen masters in his little lover, Charlie and the others had to be exposed, their characteristics were too obvious, it was easy to guess their heads, which is why they took people captive at the last moment of the competition.

"Self-confidence is a good thing, just don't be arrogant. The Daredevil King meant something, and after speaking, he took out a pitch-black object from nowhere and threw it at Feng Yi, saying, "Take the thing and get out." ”

Feng Yi took it, took a closer look, and couldn't help but be stunned, in his hand was a black silk thin soft armor, the tentacles were as smooth as the skin of a superb woman, and it also had a warm feeling.

"Yin Demon Silk Soft Armor!Old man, give it to me!" Feng Yi shouted, Yin Demon Silk Soft Armor, one of the ten great heirloom magic treasures of the Demon Clan, made of the rumored Demon Demon Silkworm Spit Demon Pole Silk, the magic weapon is difficult to hurt, containing a hundred square meters of storage space, it is said to be the Heavenly Demon King's personal soft armor back then, I don't know if it's true. But it doesn't matter if it's true or not, just with this soft armor with a hundred square meters of storage space, the value can not be estimated, you must know that storage space appliances such as space rings, bracelets, belts, etc., because of the scarcity of the necessary materials for the creation of space stones, so that storage space appliances are becoming more and more rare, generally a square space ring that also needs millions of gold coins to buy, and now I have heard that the largest storage space appliances are only fifty square meters. What's more, the demons are poor, and there are even fewer people who have storage space appliances.

"Don't, just take it. The Night Demon snorted coldly.

"Yes, why not, old man, I love you so much. Feng Yi laughed and quickly put away the Yin Evil Silk Soft Armor.

"Get out of here. The Daredevil glared at him, watching Feng Yi disappear in front of him, and he had an extremely strange feeling in his heart.

The concept of family affection of the demon clan is relatively weak, and everything speaks with strength, but even in the strongest eldest son Mike. Satan, he has never had such a strange feeling, but for some reason, in front of this little son who was extremely disgusted before, he has an urge to protect him, this protection is not simply for the sake of face and his own strength, but like the hidden fatherly love in his bones that has been stimulated, but the Night Demon himself does not know. For example, this Yin Demon Silk Soft Armor originally meant to lend it to Feng Yi for self-defense in the Demon Abyss, and then he wanted to take it back, but when Feng Yi asked if it was given to him, he didn't refute it.

At the same time, in the mansion of the Demon King of the Demon Capital, Miller was kneeling on the ground with a dejected face, holding a sharp knife stained with blood in his hand, but lying in front of him was the lover he had rescued. The lover he held dear to him had stopped breathing, a deep cut in his neck was still bleeding, and his eyes were hollow open as if they were accusing and pleading......

"Mike, if you don't destroy the Daredevil Kingdom, I, Miller, will suffer from that demon punishment for the rest of my life!" Miller roared wildly, his face distorted, and two lines of bright red tears slipped from the corners of his eyes.

Time rewinds back to two hours ago, when Miller returned to the Mad Demon King's Mansion with his lover in a panic, he was determined to face the cold eyes of the world and fulfill his great love, he thought that the Mad Demon King would be like thunder, but what he didn't expect was that the Mad Demon King only said: "The Mad Demon King's throne is still your lover, you choose!" After speaking, the Mad Demon King left a Mad Demon Order symbolizing the throne of the Mad Demon Kingdom and a cold and shining sharp knife on the stone table, and walked out.

Obviously, between power and love, Miller chose power, but blamed all the fault on the Daredevil Kingdom, but completely forgot his previous determination and forgot his great love.

......

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden torrential rain, a howling wind, mixed with lightning like a silver snake, and a feeling of oppression rushed towards you.

Feng Yi drew intently on a blank silver scroll, two drops of sweat slowly sliding down his sideburns, and beside him, there were several empty scrolls that had been scrapped.

Just as Feng Yi was about to finish the last stroke, a light sigh suddenly sounded in his mind, but Feng Yi, who was sinking into the artistic conception, woke up suddenly, and the magic brush in his hand shook, and the magic scroll that had completed 99% was suddenly wasted.

"I'm xx your uncle. Feng Yi cursed, thinking about it carefully but felt that it was wrong, that sigh sounded in his mind, very similar to the sigh that saved his life at the Heavenly Demon King's sacrifice ceremony that day, could it really be the sigh of the Heavenly Demon King?

But then, no matter how Feng Yi sensed it, he could no longer sense the sigh that seemed to come from hundreds of millions of light years ago, and he didn't know if it was his illusion at the beginning, or if he was subconsciously hypnotized by the demon heavenly witch who presided over the ceremony.

Feng Yi shook his head, and Shang Huang began to practice the Night Demon Skill, and his mind became extremely calm.

It's just that after a while, Feng Yi's ears suddenly moved, his eyes opened like electricity, and in the next second, his body had already phantom and flashed to the corner of the wall.