The cold night wind whipped up countless dust and sand, hitting the top of the werewolf tent with a small and swift sound.

At this time, the sky was dark, not because there were no stars in the distance, but because the dust in the sky obscured the starlight.

This seems to be one of the common bad weather in the demon world, but fortunately, the two of them have excellent eyesight at night, and fortunately, the Sharp Claw Hall that stands on the high slope in the center of the tent is also brightly lit, just as bright as a lighthouse in the dark night.

Bright yellow light staggered from the corners of the bone eaves and the cracks in the dragon skin wall, reflecting the leather wall into a burgundy color.

The burgundy leather walls are surrounded by a bright blue round light. The distribution of the round light is irregular, scattered in the middle, and the round light is surrounded by more blue light dots like fog flocculently dense left and right, by the wind blowing, it is swaying and slightly floating, and it is smart.

Mo Zhongqing walked along the trail, and when he saw this strange scene, he couldn't help but be surprised: "What kind of light is that?"

"It's a kind of insect lamp, the biggest one is the insect king, as long as you catch the insect king and put it in the insect cage, the other insects will gather here. ”

"Oh? It's just that they're bigger and brighter than they are. It would be chic for the wolf king to come up with such a way to decorate the lighting. ”

Yao sneered: "This is not my father's idea, but it was created by Yan Qingsheng, the master of the Nine Qu Cave. ”

"Yan Qingsheng......?"

Mo Zhongqing silently read it in his heart and said again: "Is it the Yan Qingsheng who cultivated spirit crickets?"

"Yes, he's not small. He knew that most of the demon clans didn't like fire, and their own clan was no exception, and they lacked wood and food, so the only thing that every household in the clan could use for lighting was this insect lamp. ”

After that, Yao deliberately stretched out his hand and pointed to the tents around the street, and Mo Zhongqing knew that the ghostly light revealed in the corners of the tents was also caused by the insect lamp. Seeing this, Mo Zhongqing pondered, thinking in his heart.

With the guidance of the Lord, it was smooth sailing, and the two of them went straight to the top floor of the hall after entering the Talon Hall.

Mo Zhongqing had a trace of scruples on the way, he didn't know if it would be a little abrupt to meet the wolf king as soon as he came, and he didn't know if Zhengda Guangming would arouse his suspicions when he met that squirrel, he told the husband around him about this doubt, but saw him reply with a cold face: "It's okay, I have everything with me!"

This sounds like child's play, but Mo Zhongqing didn't feel funny, because he remembered that the shopkeeper Shuang'er had said that the youngest son of the wolf king was actually the most favored.

Sure enough, when the two of them came to the top floor of the Hall of Glory, they found that the banquet was already halfway through, but the first table on the left side of the wolf king was still empty.

Yao led Mo Zhongqing all the way to ignore the various eyes cast by everyone, lined up to sing and dance, the delicate and lovely werewolf dancer, came to the wolf king and nodded slightly, and sat at the empty table without seeing him make more introductions to Mo Zhongqing, as if he didn't want to spoil the atmosphere of the banquet.

Mo Zhongqing had to bow slightly to the Wolf King, and as soon as he sat down, he felt that the dozens of strange gazes cast before became sharper.

Among them, the sharpest gaze did not come from the wolf king on the seat, but from the opposite side, his gaze was surprised, scrutinized, and wary. But even so, this ruffle has not been listed for a long time to expose his origins.

This made Mo Zhongqing feel fortunate and at the same time worried, fortunately this person might not dare to know what to do because of the power of the man;

And what caught Mo Zhongqing's attention the most was not the red-haired werewolf man with a little hostility in his eyes and dressed wildly, nor the wolf king wearing beast armor and bare his chest, not the werewolf singer who was scratching his head in front of him and having charm in the corners of his eyes, but the monk in a pocket beside the wolf king.

This monk has white eyebrows, yellow skin, a thin body, a bald head but no Buddhist ring scars, and there is no trace of the characteristics of the demon clan when he looks up and down his body.

His eyes were lowered, his lower lip was slightly pursed, and he looked solemn as if he had settled down, although there was a fragrant song and dance in front of him, he sat there motionless like an old monk, but somehow, Mo Zhongqing always felt that he was also looking at himself.

"Is this monk a human or a demon, and how can there be Buddhists in the demon world?"

Mo Zhongqing slowly picked up the glass of wine that he had poured for himself with his right hand, and thought about it quietly, not noticing that he was staring at him rarely.

A glass into the throat, mellow and fragrant, wine is good wine, people are beauty!

Mo Zhongqing looked at the enchanting figure of the werewolf woman in the scene, and unconsciously drank another glass, and when he looked at the werewolf woman again, he suddenly remembered Bai Suyi for some reason, and even remembered the woman who looked like Bai Suyi in that painting. Thinking about it, he felt that the werewolf woman came quietly, close to her side, and her legs were stretched out to straddle her.

Mo Zhongqing was taken aback, suddenly came to his senses, pushed away the werewolf woman in front of him, and said, "I'm sorry!"

The werewolf woman in front of her was slightly surprised, and then she looked at the man beside her with a look of resentment, and when she saw that she shook her head with a cold face, she had to be aggrieved, and she twisted her waist with a gentle salute and turned to the red-haired man.

The red-haired werewolf man already had a woman in his arms, and when he saw this woman going, he did not refuse, hugged him with his backhand, pressed it into his arms, and hugged him left and right for a while, up and down his hands, kneading them wantonly, so that he was not happy at will!

Mo Zhongqing felt a little embarrassed when he saw such a scene where no one was around, and waved his hand to order the servants behind him to remove the pot of wine, replace it with a pot and say: "Fang is the best wine in my clan, and it is also the best way to treat people, which one you don't like, but you laugh." Please!"

"Where, I'm just a little uncomfortable, and I don't have anything else to do. Please!"

Mo Zhongqing put the wine glass into his mouth, looked around, and glanced at the scene of the living color and fragrance around him, and felt embarrassed in his heart, so he had to learn to lower his eyes like a monk in the hall and silently recite the "Tao Te Ching".

In the middle of the night, after three rounds of wine, seven dishes, the guests and hosts were happy, and the wine banquet had gradually reached its climax, but at this time, a werewolf guard was about to break in at an inopportune time.

As soon as he approached, he fell to one knee and presented a note with both hands.

The wolf king pushed away the woman beside him with some displeasure, and casually folded the flower note, only to see the trickling words on it read:

"I have long heard that the wolf god's dwelling place is made of jade and stone, with gold and silver walls, and there are also holy relics and gods, just like the morning light. The concubine was overjoyed when she heard it, and she was incapable of self-control in lovesickness every night. Today, when I was here today, I borrowed the sacred object to look at it when it was ugly tomorrow night, and I hope that the wolf king will not hesitate to reward him.

Jade Linglong"

This kind of flower paper is not often found in the demon world, the texture is not only excellent, but also with a slightly intoxicating fragrance, and between the lines it is reminiscent of a graceful woman bowing down to Yingying, nephrite begging for each other.

But the final signature of the letterhead was by no means weak, and the three white hairs lying between the papers pierced into the heart of the wolf king Zabul like three sharp needles!

His face was now distorted by anger, twitching slightly from distortion, his right hand holding the paper trembled slightly from excessive force, the laughter in his ears immediately became irritation, and suddenly, as if he could no longer bear it, he shouted: "Enough!"

Suddenly, the singing and dancing in the hall suddenly stopped, everyone was panicked, the originally joyful atmosphere suddenly cooled, and the werewolf guard who delivered the letter was full of shivers!

Since he became the head of the guard in this Talon Hall, he has often seen the Wolf King Zabul smile, but he has rarely seen such anger, such anger means that the Wolf King is going to kill!

Kill whom?

Naturally, he killed the person who failed to leave the messenger!

He didn't know what was written in this letter, but he knew that he was watching the beautiful woman leave, so he was weak-hearted, and he was more frightened than everyone in the field, as if he had seen himself being tortured and fed alive to the fierce beasts in the martial arts!

At this time, the werewolf man who was sitting under the right head of the wolf king Zabul, wearing a black animal skin and with fiery red hair, pushed away the werewolf dancing queen, looked at each other with the tiger-backed bear beside him, and said to the wolf king: "I don't know what caused my father to be so angry?"

As he spoke, the wolf singers and dancers at each table also sensed a hint of danger, and they quietly retreated, leaving only the werewolf guard chief who knelt on the ground and trembled like chaff.

"Humph!"

The wolf king Zabul snorted coldly, he wanted to kill this useless guard to vent his anger, but because of his identity, he still pinched and pinched the parchment paper, and forced his anger and said: "This king asks you, the person who sent the letter is a woman. ”

The werewolf guard said, "Yes, yes, my lord. She wore a gray cloak and did not hide her face. ”

"If this king asks you again, is she a white hair?"

"Yes! ”

"Well, it's so good that she dared to come and deliver the letter in person so arrogantly, and you were so stupid to let her go and go freely!"

The wolf king was furious, and slapped the bone tabletop, the table suddenly cracked, and the bone powder fell down, and the guard was frightened: "The king spares his life!

For a while, there was only a heavy kowtow begging for mercy in the audience, and the wolf king's face was uncertain, but he listened to him for a while: "That's it, this king thinks that you don't know the face of the jade and exquisite in the past, and let you live and be reduced to a commoner." There you go. ”

This was said out of thin air, and I saw the wolf king Zabul wave his hand, with a look of regret on his face, but there was clearly a trace of ruthlessness buried in the pity.

The chief werewolf guard under the hall did not forget to kowtow and thank you if he was amnestied, so naturally he couldn't see this hidden cruelty, but the red-haired werewolf man sitting under his right head saw it really clearly, he smiled, he drew his knife, and when the werewolf guard stood up, it was a sudden throw!

"Sting!"

The knife pierces the chest and passes through the body!

The werewolf guard chief was lying on his back in a pool of blood with a surprised expression, and the wolf singers who had not retreated screamed when they saw this, but the screams stopped abruptly because of the red-haired man's cold gaze.

"What do you mean, Xiao'er?"

"Father, this jade is notorious for stealing countless things. He once emptied thousands of gold, silver, and treasures in the Hundred Treasures Pavilion of the Yellow-Faced King overnight, causing the Yellow-Faced King to send a picture scroll to arrest this demon girl, and he couldn't wait to eat her flesh raw! If the child had never remembered correctly, the picture scroll was still posted on the notice board outside the hall, so as the head of the guard of the Sharp Claw Hall, how could he be ignorant? According to the child's point of view, it is clear that he loves his beauty and is bewitched by it, and it is not a pity for this kind of waste with a weak will to die, and he must be killed to make an example!