The grass is showing its power!

Jian Zhen's cultivation level is not high. Among these big guys who have cultivated for tens of millions of years, he is just a small grass that has been practicing for less than a hundred years, so he can't see through the prototypes and cultivation levels of others at all.

Ye Jisheng stopped talking after saying this.

The demon clan held a ceremony once every hundred years, and guests came to the hall to pay homage. All clans in the three realms, no matter how far or near, sent envoys to congratulate. There were many people coming and going, and there was an endless stream of people.

Jane even saw some "old acquaintances"

Your Highness, a man wearing a purple Taoist robe with gold thread trim slowly walked in: "Ling Can, the leader of Yinxue Peak of the Immortal Clan, greets the Demon Lord. My master, the Immortal Lord Wangyou, sent me to deliver a gift for this Demon Realm Ceremony. I wish the friendship between the Demon Clan and the Immortal Clan will last forever."

Ling Can.

Jian Zhen looked outside and found that she actually knew this person.

Ye Jisheng's somewhat cold hand fell on the tender green leaves on the head of the grass elf, and he touched it carelessly, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Did you see that person in the audience? He is Fu Changhuan's disciple."

Jane really nodded, it saw it!

Ye Jisheng curled his lips and smiled: "Fu Changhuan's good disciple, indulges his disciples to practice forbidden techniques, just as evil as that cuckolded locust tree spirit you like."

Jian Zhen:?!

Practicing forbidden techniques?

If the Immortal Lord knew about this, he would be furious.

No, wait...

So who is the green-hatted locust tree spirit, and when did it take a fancy to you?

The elf was overwhelmed with information and was even a little confused. Just as he was thinking, another messenger came in and the summoner read out loudly: "The second prince of the ghost realm, Chen Feitai, has arrived!"

A frail and pale scholar slowly walked in from outside, looking so weak that he would fall down if the wind blew.

Chen Feitai stood under the prince and raised his hand, curtsying and coughing: "Second Prince of the Ghost Clan... cough cough, I meet the Demon Lord. I wish the Demon Realm more and more prosperous. This time... cough cough, I brought some small gifts, I hope the Demon Lord will not despise them."

A round of greetings.

The little grass elf sitting in Ye Jisheng's palm felt a little emotional. Why is this prince so sickly and weak? He looks so pitiful.

Ye Jisheng's voice fell from above into its ears: "Chen Feitai, the second prince of the ghost clan. However, over the years, all the princes who bullied his weak body died unexpectedly, and their deaths were miserable."

The little elf who was sighing just now shuddered all over.

Ye Jisheng's red eyes held a cold smile as he looked at the shocked Xiaocao and curled his lips and said, "Do you still feel pity for him?"

Jian Zhen shook her head quickly.

But it was not just surprising that these people were hypocritical, but it was also surprising that although Ye Jisheng seemed to be indifferent to everything on weekdays, he knew all the people in the Three Realms very well!

Ye Jisheng sat on the king's throne, as if he knew what it was thinking, and said calmly: "Are you curious as to why I am willing to sit here and meet them even though I know this?"

Jian Zhen nodded her head obediently, rubbed Ye Jisheng's palm, and then looked at him expectantly.

Curious curious!

Say it quickly!

The elf staggered and looked at him dependently like a cute puppy.

The guests in the palace could only see the throne. The morning light fell from the window. The handsome red eyes of the high and mighty demon god were wearing a faint smile. He was wearing heavy black clothes. The pressure from the person who had been in a high position for a long time made people dare not look directly at him. Even though he was smiling, he was still frightening, noble and dangerous.

On the throne.

Under the gaze of the little grass elf, Ye Jisheng said calmly: "Because I am the king of the demon clan, and they will all be the enemies of the demon clan."

That was the first time.

Jian Zhen saw in Ye Jisheng's eyes some of the ambition and sharpness that usually belonged to a king, which was hidden under laziness: "Only by understanding the enemy can we kill them better."

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and guests were coming and going in the bright and clean palace.

But Jian Zhen felt a chill on her back.

Ye Jisheng curled his lips and smiled, returning to his usual self. He poked it teasingly with his hand and said, "But this method doesn't apply to you. You just need to have less contact with them in the future."

The grass elf came back to its senses and looked at him in confusion, why didn't it apply to it?

"Because..." Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows, with Xiaocao's figure reflected in his eyes: "You are lucky not to be deceived."

Jian Zhen: “…”

Big bad guy!

Believe it or not, grass will bite you when it gets angry!!

Because there were indeed a lot of people coming and going during the celebration in the palace, although it was lively, Jian Zhen felt a little bored after watching it for a long time, so Ye Jisheng asked Yan Ji to take him to the lounge in the back to rest. This side hall was very quiet, and outside you could see the largest river in the Demon Mountain, which ran through the entire Demon Realm, and the scenery was excellent.

Jane Zhen sat on the window sill looking at the river bank.

suddenly.

A voice came from under the eaves: "Whose spiritual pet are you? Your cultivation is so low, and you have the nerve to come out with your master and embarrass yourself before you are even a hundred years old."

Jane was really stunned. It had been a long time since a stranger had spoken to her, so she didn't react for a moment.

"I'm talking about you, you're such a fool." The red bird sitting under the eaves stepped on the railing and showed a somewhat disdainful expression: "I am the red phoenix raised by the eldest prince of the demon clan. You must have never seen a bird as noble as me before, right?"

Jane is really in spirit state and cannot speak.

The red bird noticed this and chirped with some mockery: "You can't even speak, you are not a local grass of the demon tribe, no wonder you are so stupid."

The little grass elf who was sitting on the windowsill watching the scenery became a little angry when he heard this.

You can say that its cultivation is low.

But it's not stupid at all!!

The tender green elf ball jumped up and down, looking angry.

The Red Spirit Bird could see that it was angry, and snorted, "I'm not wrong. I've heard people say that you demons used to be the lowest-level slaves in the Three Realms. It was not until the appearance of the demon god Ye Jisheng that things changed. He is a bloodthirsty, murderous demon, and a bad guy. You demons are all stupid people of low blood."

The little ball on the windowsill was breathing heavily.

Because it is a small grass, and plants are very quiet, Jian Zhen has always had a somewhat Buddhist personality and rarely gets angry, but for some reason, when the bird said these words, it became particularly angry. It was not the kind of anger that comes from being teased, but its entire body seemed to be swollen with a burning fire.

The red bird was a little frightened, and stammered, "I, I didn't say anything wrong. Why are you staring at me, you useless bastard? Did I say anything wrong? If you keep staring at me, I'll eat you..."

Jian was speechless and wanted to cry. She gasped and jumped off the window sill. She was so angry that she said in a clear and soft voice: "He is not the big devil, you are the bad guy!!"

The red spirit bird was stunned, not understanding why a spirit that had practiced for less than a hundred years could actually speak.

Jian Zhen herself was stunned.

But the breath just now seemed to mobilize all the spiritual energy in its blood, burning its entire body. Because it had mobilized all its strength by breaking through without authorization, it could not stand steadily after shouting this sentence and was about to fall.

A pair of hands caught it.

The dark robe left a trace in the air. Jian Zhen felt a familiar breath. Ye Jisheng's words fell, low and lazy: "When I'm not watching you for a while, you can make yourself so embarrassed?"

The frightened red spirit bird at the railing wanted to run away and flew into the air, where it was entangled by the red soul fire and burned until not even a trace was left in the air.

Jane was so exhausted that she tried to raise her head.

Ye Jisheng pressed it with his cold fingers, and his low voice seemed to have something more indifferent than usual. He said, "Go to sleep."

This sleep was very deep.

The consequence of forcibly circulating the spiritual energy and quarreling with others was that the entire grass had to dormant longer than usual, and the cold air from the glass stone invaded back again. What shocked the grass even more was that after Jian Zhen woke up, he found the high priest standing in the hall not far away with a pot of medicine.

The Demon Palace's bedroom has always been quiet.

Ye Jisheng sat at a desk not far away, the sun shining down, he asked: "Is this the medicine it wants to drink?"

The chief priest nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty. I have studied it and found that the reason why the fairy grass was injured is because it forced its spiritual power to circulate after getting angry, which caused damage to its meridians. So I spent these days looking up ancient books and finally found a way to nourish it. I used hundreds of spiritual herbs to make this pot of medicine. As long as you irrigate the fairy grass every day, it will recover as before."

Jian Zhen, who was sitting on the windowsill, shuddered. What? I have to take medicine even if I become a weed? !

Ye Jisheng said: "Thank you, High Priest. Please put it here. I will use it."

The high priest raised his hand, and the medicine spun slightly in the air, and finally landed on Ye Jisheng's table. After he put it steadily, he said, "This medicine must be irrigated into the branches, leaves and soil while it is warm, and it will flow through the meridians of the immortal grass before it can be effective."

Ye Jisheng nodded lightly.

The high priest knew that his mission was over, so he turned and left.

After he left, Ye Jisheng slowly opened the medicine pot. As soon as he opened the lid, a strong bitter smell came out, mixed with the black medicine soup and spread out.

Jian Zhen, who is born afraid of hardship:? !!!

The bitter grass leaves all curled up together.

Hundreds of years ago, when it was not yet a grass, it had been weak since childhood and was hospitalized all year round. What it feared most was taking medicine.

Who knew that it is difficult for grass to grow, and that you need to take medicine after it becomes grass?

The grass on the windowsill weakly folded up its leaves, expressing its refusal with strength.

Ye Jisheng picked up the medicine, glanced at it calmly, and said, "I remember that you are two hundred years old."

A certain grass covered its ears and refused to listen!

"The son of the high priest next door is not afraid of taking medicine at the age of ten." Ye Jisheng came over with the medicine pot, and looked at it with his red eyes lowered: "What about you?"

A certain grass continued to shrink, woooo, woooo, its leaves are all soft, why does it need bones?

Ye Jisheng raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard that the Jade Dew Water in the South China Sea is the sweetest. I was thinking about whether to let Yan Ji go to collect it..."

Jian Zhen's shrunken leaves paused for a moment, as if she was thinking for a moment, then she stretched out her leaves and shook them happily. The grass, which loved to drink the jade dew the most, shook its leaves as if to please her.

Ye Jishen sprinkled the medicine prepared by the high priest.

The black and bitter medicinal juice poured down from above and soaked every branch. The huge bitterness filled the whole grass, and Jane Zhen couldn't help shaking because of crying!

In an instant.

It seemed as if the whole world was quiet.

After shaking off the leaves, Jian Zhen slowly raised the branch and saw Ye Jisheng's handsome face standing by the window. His eyebrows and even his thin lips were stained with medicine juice. This was the demon god feared by all the three realms, but at this moment, his face was stained with the bitter medicine juice that fell from a small grass. However, Ye Jisheng's appearance was so gorgeous that he did not look embarrassed even at this moment.

On the contrary.

Under Xiao Cao's horrified gaze, Ye Jisheng raised his eyes, his red eyes were clear, and the medicine juice rolling down his cheeks seemed to fall like the blood in the illusion that day, with a bit of heart-throbbing charm: "Don't worry, I don't blame you."

"Boom!"

The medicine pot was put down.

Jane was really relieved.

Ye Jisheng's slender jade-like hands were calm and steady. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile that looked extremely creepy to Jian Zhen. He slowly said, "We will slowly settle this account after you transform into a human."

“…”