Yan Bei City, the mansion of the Demon Lord.

After the guests left, the melodious sound of Fengguan Luansheng gradually stopped, and the moonlight was like water, spread on the gorgeous red carpet, and there was a light chill everywhere.

Wan Yanbei blew the wind, the alcohol subsided, and waved her hand to signal the maids to retreat.

In the middle of the house, there are dragon and phoenix candles, which have burned about a third of the way, and the lamps are piled up next to the red candles, according to the world, this is a good omen.

Wan Yanbei's eyes smiled even deeper, and she poured a bottle of wine and walked towards Shen Yanhuai.

"This is the last glass of wine of the day, the wine of the union." Wan Yanbei's voice was soft, "Yan Huai, I know that you don't usually drink alcohol, but drinking wine on your wedding night is a common custom of your human race and our demon race, and it should not be skipped. ”

"According to your human race, etiquette cannot be abolished, can it?"

The rich aroma of wine wafted in the house for a while, and the woman was already very beautiful, and the red makeup was more beautiful than the flowers, and under the candlelight, it was moving.

Shen Yanhuai's eyes were calm. The skin of the beauties is all white bones and skeletons, they know everything truthfully, they are hypocritical and deceitful, they pretend to live for a moment, and they are just confusing mortals.

"Wan Yan is sad." Shen Yanhuai's pale hand blocked the carved phoenix bird double-ring jade cup, his eyes were dizzy with disapproval, he sighed lightly, and said, "It is impossible for the human race and the demon race to be together. ”

"I am very grateful to you for saving me and protecting me for a hundred years, but I have always been a person from outside the sky, with different positions, and I can't stand together."

Wan Yan's sad and beautiful face was cold, "Benjun thought that you had figured it out these days, but I didn't expect that at this time, you would have to go against me!" ”

"Shen Yanhuai, if you really miss Benjun, you will drink this cup of wine." Wan Yanbei took a deep breath, afraid that she would not be able to restrain her hand from pinching the jade cup, so that the jade cup would turn into powder in her hand.

Shen Yanhuai's inaction, seeing Wan Yan's sorrow, sneered again and again, her eyes were like a layer of ice, she raised her head and drank half of the wine, pinched Shen Yanhuai's jaw and poured it strongly.

"The wedding banquet is completed, the magic stone tablet is present, and it is just a wine, if you refuse to drink it, you have your own way."

Simple and crude, but the most effective.

"Ahem, ahem—"

The wine of the demon clan is spicy, Wan Yanbei was worried that Shen Yanhuai would not be able to drink it, so he deliberately changed to a warm wine, but no matter how mild the wine was, it poured into his throat like a storm, and his body would feel uncomfortable.

Shen Yanhuai was choked and coughed, her internal organs seemed to be coughing out, Wan Yanbei felt a burst of remorse in her heart, and she was about to reach out to smooth his back, when suddenly, a touch of scarlet reflected in her eyes.

Wan Yanbei visibly panicked, "How can this be...... "She obviously didn't exert herself, why did Shen Yanhuai cough up blood?

It's just a drink, Shen Yanhuai doesn't drink if he doesn't want to, why should she force him?

By the way, the magic doctor, the magic doctor must have a way to save him!

Wan Yanbei stepped on her wedding dress and got up, and a hand behind her grabbed her, "The demon doctor can't save me." ”

Shen Yanhuai's voice continued, cutting off Wan Yanbei's last glimmer of hope, "The Terran doctor can't save me...... Wan Yanbei, don't waste your energy for me. ”

Bang dang!

The jade cup fell to the ground, and there was a dull sound between the rolls down, and it was vaguely visible that there were several cracks on the body of the cup, which passed through the middle of the words engraved with "May you live forever and drink the bright moon water together".

Wan Yanbei turned around, half-squatted down, her red eyes flashed, "Shen Yanhuai, you can't die, I finally picked you up from the pile of dead, and finally rescued you, how can you do this to me?" ”

"You don't want to marry me, I ordered someone to destroy the magic stone tablet, don't kill yourself......"

She wiped the blood from the corner of Shen Yanhuai's mouth, it seemed that as long as she wiped it clean, Shen Yanhuai would not die, but she couldn't wipe it clean, why couldn't she wipe it clean?

The demonic energy around Wan Yan's sorrowful body overflowed, and in an instant, the entire Demon Monarch's Mansion was shrouded in darkness, and the black clouds overwhelmed the city, making people panic and uneasy.

"What's going on? Why can't I see anything! ”

"Demonic energy! It's the demonic energy coming from the Demon Lord's mansion, could it be that something happened to the Demon Lord of Wanyan Sorrow? ”

"Today's wedding night of Lord Demon Lord, don't say these unlucky words, and Lord Demon Lord has cultivated profoundly, how could something happen!"

Such a big change quickly spread to Luo Mengcheng.

Fu Zhu had just finished disassembling the jewelry for Yu Fuguang, and through the large window, he suddenly saw a very far away, and the demonic aura was soaring.

Yu Fuguang frowned slightly, got up and went out, Fu Zhu followed her, and also out of the temple gate, after the vision was empty, he saw more clearly, a demonic qi spread like ripples in the direction of Luo Mengcheng.

Lou Jinxiao's figure appeared at some point, dressed in red and with black hair, and his elegance was unparalleled.

"On a good happy day, what kind of madness is Wan Yan sad about?"

He saw the source of the demonic qi at a glance, beckoned, and a shadow condensed on the ground, and ordered, "Go to Yanbei City and see what the situation is." ”

The shadow nodded, turned into a black mist, and sped away.

Fu Zhu's heart moved slightly, since leaving the cultivation realm, Lou Jinxiao's cultivation has been rising steadily, she can't even see through his true strength, no wonder she fell under the sword at the beginning, and she was so calm.

He knew he couldn't kill him.

Yu Fuguang looked in the direction of Yanbei City, not knowing what he was thinking, his long ink-splashed hair, which was not bound by hairpins, hung down like satin, letting the breeze blow.

After the lead faded, the purple clothes looked plain.

"Ah Li." She called softly, "It's getting late, go back and rest." ”

There is no day and night in the demon world, but Yu Fuguang remembers the time change every day, and she has to get up to practice swords every day.

Fu Zhu also remembered the change of hours every day, and she was afraid that she would forget the rotation of day and night, and forget how long she had been in the Demon Realm.

"Okay, Miss Fumitsu." Fu Zhu responded from the good and left this place.

She could just go and investigate the Demon Palace's defenses.

Yu Fuguang and Lou Jinxiao were still in the same place, the moonlight poured down and fell on their bodies, and the two were in rare harmony.

But before he lasted for a while, Lou Jinxiao said, "Why did you suddenly have a kind heart?" ”

Yu Fuguang naturally heard the meaning of Lou Jinxiao's words, and his expression did not change, but his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with the frost of the cold moon, which made him look even colder.

"If she dies, where can she find another one?" Yu Fuguang turned his face and said in a word, "I don't have stupid people around me." ”

Lou Jinxiao always felt that she was connotating herself, so she laughed angrily, Yu Fuguang didn't give him a chance to speak, and went straight back to the house.

Another black shadow condensed, and his tone was uneven, "Lord Demon Lord, this woman is disrespectful to you......"

Before the words were finished, they were dispersed, and Lou Jin Xiaofeng's eyes narrowed impatiently, "The shadow should have the appearance of a shadow, just obey the order, and give birth to the heart, which is the biggest disrespect." ”

As for the matter of Yu Fuguang, it is not the turn of a shadow to point fingers.