At this moment, the door of the house was pushed open, and a red-haired demon lord walked in, followed by an old man, with a whisk of dust on his arm, and a fairy wind bone.

As soon as Mo Yunzi entered the door, his gaze glanced towards the place where Emperor Jiu was hidden, and then withdrew his gaze.

Di Jiu's breathing was tight, and he didn't dare to move even a little, and the frequency of blinking was twice as frequent as before.

Li Chang sat on the edge of the couch, looking at Li Yuan's closed eyes, he sighed, his face was full of sadness, "Heavenly Master, what should I do?" That Emperor Jiu said that he wanted Snow Shadow to die, how could I ...... How can I safely exchange the only descendant of my loyal minister in the Demon Realm for my son's life? ”

Mo Yunzi lowered his eyes and didn't say a word, but his gaze always searched around Liyuan's bed, intentionally or unintentionally.

Di Jiu stood directly behind Lichang, listening clearly to their conversation.

Mo Yunzi shook off the dust at this moment, and the door opened instantly, and he asked the maid at the door, "Have you seen anyone in this room come in?" ”

The maid hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Back to the Heavenly Master, the slave and maid responded to the order of the Demon Lord, and no one was allowed to come in, so she never left half a step, and she never saw anyone come in." ”

When Mo Yunzi heard this, he shook the dust again, and after the door was closed, he asked Lichang, "What does Heavenly Master think is wrong?" ”

"There's nothing wrong with it, I just think there seems to be an aura in this room that doesn't belong to the demon world."

The more Di Jiu listened, the more frightened she became, she had heard of this Demon Realm Heavenly Master Mo Yunzi before, and she had heard Di Hong inadvertently mention it, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful, she stood motionless, her breathing was about to stop, and this Demon Yunzi could still feel that something was wrong.

What Emperor Jiu didn't know was that Demon Yunzi was not detected by smell, but by a breath that emanated from his bones.

That breath is called a violent.

The breath on the people of the demon world is commonly known as murderous aura, and the murderous aura will follow with you after killing people for a long time, but the aura of anger is the ruthless and cruel aura that emanates from the bones and even in the heart, giving people a different feeling.

In the past few years, Di Jiu has learned a lot, but he has not learned how to suppress the latent anger in her body.

Even if she just raised her eyes, that anger would come out unconsciously, and it was easy to recognize her.

"The breath that doesn't belong to the Demon Realm?" Lichang stood up vigilantly and subconsciously protected Liyuan.

His actions completely fell in Di Jiu's eyes, and she suddenly discovered that Lichang treated Liyuan with love.

At least when he was weak and powerless to resist, he chose to protect him with himself.

As soon as he thought of Di Hong, Di Jiu's teeth were gritted to death.

"It's okay, this red lotus industry fire is a rare thing, I didn't expect the prince of the imperial capital to have it, so it can be seen, the old man's idea is right, then the emperor Jiu...... It is very likely that one day, the continent of Kyushu will be dominated, and the Demon Lord must be careful and guarded. Mo Yunzi sighed.

Lichang frowned.

Di Jiu had a playful look in her eyes, if she could speak at this time, she would definitely express her gratitude to Mo Yunzi for thinking so highly of herself.

There are also all over the Kyushu continent, and she is already so difficult to deal with an imperial capital, how can she be unified.

"It's useless to be anxious, the red lotus fire can't be extinguished at all, unless the prince of the imperial capital is willing to let this fire stop."

After saying that, the two left the room one after the other.

Di Jiu slowly approached the unconscious man, she smiled and stretched out her hand to touch the man's face.

A self-deprecating smile appeared on her face.

The fingertips are little by little the outline of the man.

I don't know if you miss me in a coma, but I, who miss you spinelessly.