"I brought it back with a thousand adults." Qingluan was keenly aware of his undercurrent killing intent, and immediately replied obediently.

She's not lying, and they're sensitive to smells. She didn't believe that this person would not be able to smell the scent of a thousand nights on her. But this palace is a demon palace, and the thousand nights actually live here? And what is his identity?

Seeing that the killing intent on the man in front of him subsided, Qingluan slowly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and pretended to be an innocent and ignorant little white smile, with a look of obsession and curiosity: "Son, you are so good-looking, who are you?" ”

The purple jade flute fell lightly, and the man seemed to glance at Qingluan.

There was a hint of playfulness in his pale golden eyes.

"You don't know who this seat is?"

One bite at a time, this person is not small.

Is it a thousand evils?!

It should be, right? But this temperament is a little inconsistent, if not, then the power of this demon world is too terrifying, a person I meet casually, oh not a demon, it's so powerful?!

"Are you the Demon King?" Qingluan still decided to pretend to be ignorant and try it first.

"So you're here to find the Demon King."

The robe was lightly flicked, the purple jade flute was decorated on the waist, and the falling spikes flew slightly.

The pale golden eyes seemed to have a playful smile.

Depend on...

Qingluan couldn't help but curse secretly in her heart, this person is also testing her! You're too vigilant, aren't you?! She only has a foundation building stage level cultivation on the outside now, and this person is actually so guarded? Don't... Was it the flickering eyes just now that made him a little aware of the danger?

So is this person the demon king of the demon clan?!

Aya Luo sprinkled, and the stunning woman was blessed and stopped dancing.

The breeze in the courtyard suddenly became cheerful, blowing pieces of blue-purple petals, crossing the clothes that fluttered slightly between the two, Qingluan could even smell a faint fragrance of flowers, the intoxicating fragrance was completely different from Shi Mo's body.

There was a blur in the line of sight.

Qingluan frowned, and raised her hand to brush away the hair that flew on her lips.

"What a taste..."

"Get out of here." The man took a few steps closer, leaned down slightly, and his scorching breath blew on Qingluan's ears, with the unique masculine aura of the man's body, faintly fading a lot of infatuated fragrance.

It also made Qingluan recover a little sobriety from the blur, frowned and took a few steps back, widening the distance between the two.

"Get out of here, right now." Without waiting for Qingluan to speak, the man continued to speak.

The voice was as low as a command, revealing indescribable nobility.

Qingluan rubbed his forehead gently, glanced at the man with dark eyes, and narrowed slightly.

Order her to leave? Is it related to these fragrances?

"Yes." Qingluan lowered his head and answered softly.

Then he took a few steps back, turned around and walked towards the corridor from which he came.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly unconsciously increased his speed.

Now she can be sure that this person is not the king of the demon realm, Jun Qianxi.

The real lord of the demon world, Jun Qianxi, is on his way to come. This faint intoxicating fragrance that can confuse people's minds should be the breath of Jun Qianxie's body, it's really strange, what kind of person is it?

actually made her eyes tremble.

The faint fragrance suddenly became much clearer, and the singing voice of a woman seemed to come from the distant realm, slightly rising and falling, not eating the ethereal spirit of fireworks in the mortal world. Jingle bells are pleasantly crisp ringtones, high and low, and a trickle of water.

There was a sudden trance in front of me.

Qingluan hurriedly turned around and bit her lower lip, and the sudden pain made her come back to her senses in an instant.

The wind was blowing, the blue-purple jacaranda trees were swaying, and the faint blue-purple petals were flying down, mixed with a faint fragrance that made people fascinated.

Gorgeous dark red satin is spread on a sea of blue-purple flowers.

Several stunning women in white dresses strolled by the satin, their faces smiling, and the skirts were slightly open as they walked, revealing bells locking their ankles, colliding with crisp and pleasant moving sounds.

The pale blue-purple petals are slightly falling.

Ten beautiful men dressed in white clothes carried a delicate carved gold-patterned bench and stepped over patches of blue-purple petals. The white veil hung down, a little with the breeze, faintly revealing a lazy figure half-lying on the bench.