Chapter 130 Extra 1

"Have you heard? That Demon Lord is out killing people again."

"Ah? I heard he was going to rob this beautiful man and beautiful woman."

"What? I clearly heard that he was going to challenge Immortal Venerable Wang Qianqiu in a duel."

"Your sources are all unreliable. The latest news is that this Demon Lord is actually the illegitimate son of Immortal Lord Wang Qianqiu."

"What!"

Because of this man's words, the whole street exploded.

The protagonist they were talking about, the Demon Lord, was now leading his army towards the Zhuxian Sect. The demons that covered the sky and the sun were like a huge dark cloud, advancing rapidly with heavy majesty.

The sound of the drum was deafening, and it was the human head drum that was being beaten.

The blood-red flag fluttered, held high by the honor guard in front. Behind it was a row of guards, each of them wearing armor and with a solemn expression.

Behind the guards were four sacred beasts, standing at the four corners, and in the middle was a domineering dragon-shaped chair. The man on the chair leaned back lazily, and the plush of his black cloak's neck protector swayed in the wind. As soon as he sat there, although he had a handsome appearance, his aura surpassed that of the entire army.

This person is the Demon Lord - Chen Zui.

He placed one hand on the dragon's head, and his tapping fingers fell on the dragon's red eyes, while his dark eyes were staring at the highest mountain of the Zhuxian Sect in front of him - Dengtian Mountain.

On this mountain lives the only immortal in the world - Wang Qianqiu.

The two have been entangled for hundreds of years, and there has never been a winner. In the eyes of outsiders, they are mortal enemies and the two most incompatible people in the world. Everyone is looking forward to the day when they can decide the winner, but they are also afraid that if one of them dies and loses, then the demon race or human race they represent will have only one fate.

So thinking about it this way, it would be better for both of them to be alive, and stay entangled like this forever.

The Zhuxian Sect's gatekeeper looked at the approaching demon army with remarkable composure, even saying impatiently, "Again."

There was no urgency in reporting the matter.

You know, on January 30th, the demon army came here at least fifteen times. The disciple thought that it was even more frequent than his own family visiting him.

But since the other party has arrived, they must be on high alert.

Soon, the elders and disciples of Zhuxian Sect appeared in mid-air in a defensive formation. At the front was the sect leader Ji Xuanqing, who stroked his beard and had a kind look on his face.

Behind him were four of his disciples, all of whom were staring at the Demon Lord on the dragon throne with bad expressions.

When the demon army stopped, a green figure flew over from Dengtian Mountain like a light leaf. It arrived in the blink of an eye, and landed behind Ji Xuanqing with its hands behind its back.

"Master."

"Disciple, it looks like this matter still needs to be handed over to you."

"Yes, sir."

Wang Qianqiu took a step forward and his eyes fell on Chen Zui, who was also looking at him with a somewhat unruly smile in his dark eyes. The next moment, Chen Zui slapped the dragon's head and flew towards Wang Qianqiu.

He attacked suddenly, and thunder roared in the sky.

Chen Zui's black cloak fluttered behind him, making him look invincible.

Wang Qianqiu used a little force to block the blow, flicking his sleeve to receive it. However, Chen Zui's hand slid along the sleeve and rested on Wang Qianqiu's palm. His fingertips moved slightly, and their fingertips rubbed against each other in an ambiguous way at this moment.

Wang Qianqiu looked at Chen Zui.

The meeting of eyes is a feeling that is hard to describe.

Chen Zui's other palm had already attacked his cheek. Wang Qianqiu leaned back, and Chen Zui's hand slid along his chin and neck. When his fingertips swept across Wang Qianqiu's Adam's apple, they pressed it lightly.

After a brief confrontation, the two men temporarily distanced themselves from each other.

The people on both sides were not strong enough to see clearly how the two men were fighting. They could only hear the roar of thunder but the silent drizzle.

Chen Zui stood still, raised the hand that had been groping around in front of his head, rubbed his fingers together before putting it down, and looked at Wang Qianqiu: "Wang Qianqiu, can you protect these losers for a while? Can you protect them for a while?"

As expected of the Demon Lord, he is unruly and extremely arrogant.

The disciples of Zhuxian Sect have gotten used to it, but Wang Qianqiu's four fellow disciples are still not used to it, and each of them looks like they want to kill Chen Zui with their own hands.

Wang Qianqiu glanced at the demon kings and asked, "Can you protect them for the rest of their lives?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his hand and thousands of ice spikes shot towards the demon army. When they were about to succeed, a flame barrier appeared in front of the demon army, blocking all the ice spikes and slowly melting them.

Chen Zui put down his hand: "Okay, we'll see."

Fly back to the dragon throne.

The demon army that came with such great momentum just went back like that. In fact, most of the time the demon army didn't know why they kept coming here, fighting with the immortal, making some threats and then going back.

But they have no choice but to obey.

Wang Qianqiu stared at the departing demon army, turned around and saluted Ji Xuanqing before returning to the mountain. He raised his hand and touched his Adam's apple. There was no expression on his face and no one knew what he was thinking.

——

Moon at the zenith

Wang Qianqiu was drinking under the flower trees facing the moon.

Suddenly, the wind blew and rolled up all the fallen flowers on the ground. Wang Qianqiu paused for a moment as he picked up the wine glass. The fallen flowers rolled together and circled behind him, but a black gas emerged in the middle. When the fallen flowers dispersed, the black gas took the shape of a man, who was the Demon Lord Chen Zui.

At this moment, he held Wang Qianqiu in his arms, and his legs were no longer legs, but turned into a dragon tail covered with dragon scales. He swung it over and wrapped Wang Qianqiu in circles.

Wang Qianqiu not only did not hide, but also seemed to be very accustomed to it. He pushed the wine glass in his hand backwards, and the wine fell into Chen Zui's mouth.

The two people who were rivals during the day and were determined to fight to the death were now ambiguous and intimate.

Chen Zui rested his chin on Wang Qianqiu's shoulder.

"Today is a full moon."

Wang Qianqiu was waiting for him here because she knew it was a full moon.

He looked at the place where Chen Zui's waist and the dragon's tail were connected, and a little lower.

The two arrows were already on the string and had to be fired.

He poured himself another glass of wine. Although it happened every full moon, he still found it difficult to get used to it.

Think back to the past.

The Demon Lord is a scourge to the world, and it is difficult for him to defeat him with force. For the peace of all living beings in the world, he can only seek peaceful ways.

The Demon Lord said that as a member of the dragon clan, he suffered unbearable pain every time the full moon came. If he could be relieved of this pain, he would never bring disaster to the world again.

So Wang Qianqiu sacrificed himself.

Over two hundred years have passed, and every full-moon night they would...

But this is a secret that belongs only to them and will never be made public.

Chen Zui bit Wang Qianqiu's ear.

His hand followed Wang Qianqiu's useless child towards Xia.

There's one more thing there.

In order to "save" himself from suffering, Wang Qianqiu specially modified the things installed on his body.

It is woven from spider silk.

He put his fingers in and couldn't feel that it was spider silk at all. It was layered and stuck to him. Over the years, he had gotten used to him, adapted to him, and liked him.

Wang Qianqiu pursed her lips and said, "You've been coming here too often lately, disturbing everyone."

Chen Zui: "I've only come nine times this month."

What Chen Zui never understood was how there could be water in spider silk?

He asked, but Wang Qianqiu didn't tell him at all.

Wang Qianqiu's breathing became heavier, and he looked helpless when he heard Chen Zui's words: "Today is only the fifteenth day."

Chen Zui laughed.

It was obvious from the laughter that he didn't care. He didn't mind and would come whenever he wanted.

He lifted Wang Qianqiu up a little, and the dragon's tail became a cushion for Wang Qianqiu.

The two good brothers also went to their respective positions.

The conversation between the two paused.

The curled petals hide the secrets of the two people.

The banished immortal was entangled by the black dragon and no longer looked like his usual self. He rode on the dragon's tail and fell forward weakly.

Chen Zui narrowed his eyes, and his pupils turned from black to red.

The trembling snowball is gradually melting, and the melted snow water flows out from the two holes of the snowball. It looks delicious and can quench thirst.

Let Chen's Adam's apple roll.

——

End of month

This time it was not the Demon Lord invading, but Wang Qianqiu who appeared in the demon clan’s territory.

alone.

Ever since he said during the last full moon that Chen Zui came too frequently, the other party has never come again since then.

He was really a little worried.

After all, this guy is arrogant and causes trouble everywhere, so I had to come and see it in person.

He automatically ignored the fact that he was thinking about Chen Zui and found a reason for himself that was actually not convincing.

As an immortal, he was worried that something might happen to the Demon Lord.

Something is wrong.

Someone immediately reported his appearance to Chen Zui. Chen Zui dropped his wine glass, felt refreshed, and walked out with brisk steps.

This is the day he has been waiting for.

Chen Zui swept towards Wang Qianqiu with the black mist. Wang Qianqiu pretended to gesture twice and was then swept into the black mist, into this space that no one else could see.

Chen Zui's black robe was tied loosely.

He went over and pulled his collar tightly.

Chen Zui laughed: "You came here alone, aren't you afraid that I will keep you as my concubine?"

Wang Qianqiu: "Why hasn't it been over for so long?"

Chen Zui pinched his chin: "Miss me?"

Wang Qianqiu was still tying his belt tightly: "So you don't usually dress properly."

Chen Zui had already kissed her: "If you miss me, come and see me like you are doing now. I won't mind it even if it's once a day."

Wang Qianqiu responded to his kiss: "If you don't put on your clothes properly, don't blame me for being merciless."

The black fog dissipated, and the two men retreated to both sides, looking at each other with hostility under the onlookers.

Wang Qianqiu: "One day I will definitely crush your demon clan."

Chen Zui: "That requires you to have the ability."

Wang Qianqiu waved his sleeves and left.

A demon general said: "Demon Lord, why don't we stop him and kill him while he is alone."

Chen Zui looked at him, which made the general feel scared.

Chen Zui: "You are such a fool."

General: Are you scolding yourself or Wang Qianqiu?