I don't know if it's the unpredictability of heaven, or the sentence that already has skin to skin, which made the Yuan Zun with a thick face and thick eyebrows in the back quiet, with a sad face, very regretful.

The old man with white eyebrows and white beard looked a little amiable, and he saluted me, "I'm waiting for a cup of happy wine from afar, I wonder if the Demon Lord can appreciate his face?"

As the saying goes, don't raise your hand and don't hit the smiling person, so I took back the copper halberd and asked the bird spirit around me to arrange a seat for them and serve them food and drinks.

After three rounds of drinking, most of the guests at the banquet were already drunk, and the conversation was not lively after getting drunk.

Ever since they came, Xiye had sat with the three of them, not knowing what they were saying, trimming their eyebrows sometimes loosening and sometimes frowning.

I stared at it with the same frown, and when I came back to my senses, I saw the prisoner cow in a straw hat swaying over with a wine glass.

One look at him and I know he's drunk. Not to mention the two lumps of wine red on my face, the look in my eyes is not quite right.

Sure enough, he burped and said, "I don't know how my king has been with the immortals recently?

Seeing that he looked like he was going to reveal something good to me, I replied along with his words: "The candle in the cave room has not been successful yet, and it is barely thin a few times." ”

He smiled and leaned back, and said: "Yes, yes, it's not in vain that I used a little spell in the painting, it seems that my king's marriage to the immortal is just around the corner." ”

"What little spell?"

He sipped the drink into his mouth, "Huh...... A small spell is a small spell, but it's a small spell like love. ”

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel complacent, feeling that he was like the old moon with a red line in the sky, "As long as my king takes the painting and looks at it, the spiritual sense enters the painting, and every move he makes in the painting, all kinds of thoughts that flash will turn into dreams and be perceived by the immortal monarch." ”

"To put it simply, whether my king laughs or cries when he looks at the painting, it will appear in the dream of the immortal monarch, and the love will not be disappointed in the slightest. Therefore, it is called affection. ”

He smacked his lips and tried to continue, but I slammed to my feet and brought the table in front of me to the ground.

The gold bottle in his hand was crushed to pieces. It turned out that in my dream, combing his hair, holding his hand to sleep together, and saying those words became his dreams after nightfall.

No wonder he was willing to come back and no longer avoid me, all because he saw that I was so badly injured, and he was drinking and crying, and he was too pitiful to sympathize with me.

In this loud noise, the prisoner cow was so frightened that his butt hit the ground, and he stared at me with hazy eyes, and after relieving himself, he kowtowed: "My king forgives his sins!" He probably didn't know what he had done wrong, but he only felt the demonic energy in my body suddenly churning.

"What are you guilty of?" I glanced at him faintly, my face stiff and unable to pull out my expression, "Love, love...... I really don't know if you hurt this king, or if you helped this king!"

There was another alarm and kowtow that attracted most of the eyes of the banquet, including Xiye's gaze.

However, I didn't have the courage to meet his gaze, and I was pitied by my sweetheart...... There's probably nothing more sad and ridiculous than that.

I staggered as I walked past him.

After a cool breeze blew on the top of Jingyue Mountain for a while, the mourning platform cleared up a little, and the shame and anger that suddenly surged up like a fire wanted to burn me clean.

The evening breeze behind me brought a few wisps of strange fairy energy, and I froze my body, looking up at the moon and looking back at the complexion of normal.

He doesn't move, I don't move.

The voice of righteous words was the master of Qingyao, and he said: "As the demon lord wishes, Qingyao has married the princess. Immortal Venerable stayed because of Qingyao's matter, and there is no need to stay now. ”

I turned sideways and looked lightly with sharp eyes, "Are you here to resign for him?"

"If he wants to go, let him come and tell this king himself!"

He was silent, the muscles on his face tense. After enduring it for a long time, he still couldn't bear the knot in his heart, "The Demon Lord should know what it means for the Immortal in Kunlun to be immortal in the night, and to the entire immortal world!"

"Without a god in the Six Realms, his status and identity are like a god! He is the benchmark of the Six Realms and the hope of the Six Realms. ”

"If he is safe, the Six Realms will be safe. If he falls into the Demon Dao and becomes a fallen immortal, it is very likely that the entire Six Realms will rekindle the flames of war!"

After listening to these words indifferently, I didn't care about hooking my lips and said, "What do the Six Realms have to do with this king? All this king wants from beginning to end is Xiye alone!"

Seeing that he frowned and looked angry, I took the first step and said, "This king is a person in the demon realm, not like you cultivators who have the world in mind. I think this king is selfish or ruthless. But there is no reason to let go of what this king likes. Even if his heart is a diamond, this king will engrave his name, whether it takes tens of thousands of years or ten thousand years, he can only belong to this king after all!

The moment I turned around, the cold copper halberd was on his neck.

"Listen well, if Xiye returns to Kunlun without permission because of you, this king will try his best to cultivate Kunlun Que and snatch him back!"

Mo Gui's eyes flashed with shock, he was obsessed with Dao Fa and cultivating immortals for ten thousand years, but he didn't notice my move. If I wanted to kill him, his head should have hit the ground by now. He is not my opponent, let alone those half-immortal disciples on Kunlun Mountain who have cultivated for less than a hundred years. I didn't say this bloody Kunlun Que casually.

Perhaps, he was shocked that I was so obsessed with Xiye and refused to let go.

No matter what it was, it made him lower his posture and dare not show Kunlun Yuanzun's style again.

He looked away and sighed: "If the Demon Lord really has affection for him, it is better to release him to Kunlun as soon as possible." It is not for nothing that the immortals and demons are not incompatible, the demon world is widely evil, which is beneficial and harmless to the demons, but for the immortals, it will affect the mind, weaken the cultivation, and damage the immortal base. Immortal Venerable's cultivation is certainly high, but he can't stay in the Demon Realm for a long time, and his evil qi is weakening his immortal body all the time. Even if the Immortal Venerable will not be affected by the evil qi and become a fallen immortal, he will become weaker and weaker day by day, and eventually he will be annihilated......"