The Demon Lord spat out a mouthful of blood, and spiritual energy flowed through his body. Soon, the blood on his robe disappeared. He was dressed in a white robe, looking extremely handsome and elegant. His sword-like brows contained a coldness. He said, "Jialou Mingye, you won't be so proud for much longer."

"Oh? Really?" Ming Ye still had that elegant expression on his face, as if he would not be surprised at all no matter what happened.

The key point is that he hid his body, but still couldn't find Fu Jin and Cang Ming.

Barrier...seal?

The eyes of the Demon Lord were full of fanaticism. In the last battle, it was completely Jin Li who was causing trouble. Otherwise, how could he not be a match for Jialou Mingye? Although he had absorbed the power of the monster, he had not yet fully mastered it. What if... he was not careful and died at the hands of Jialou Mingye again? Wouldn't that be a great loss for him?

The Demon Lord smiled coldly, "I just haven't seen you for too long, and I miss you a little."

Ming Ye's brows knitted together slightly. This Demon Lord was too unusual. Perhaps he was still wary of him. He looked at the bright moon in the sky and uttered a cold voice, "So, the Demon Lord wants to reminisce with me?"

The Demon Lord rubbed his tall nose with his fingers in an evil manner, and glanced at Jialou Mingye's handsome face, and felt uncomfortable. As his fingers changed, a jar of wine appeared on the ground out of thin air. It happened that they were standing on the top of Lishan Mountain, and now looking at the bright moon, it was even more poetic and picturesque.

The Demon Lord opened the lid with one hand, and immediately, the aroma of wine in the jar overflowed, lingering around the two of them. It was very mellow. The Demon Lord said arrogantly, "Why do we have to fight and kill every time we meet! In fact, we can also live in peace!"

This current mode of interaction really made Ming Ye feel a little troubled. He said, "Actually, there is no need for this emperor to kill you. As long as you behave yourself..."

The Demon Lord first poured himself a glass of wine. The aged wine went down his throat, and it was very sweet. After drinking the wine, the Demon Lord smiled and said, "After all, Yue Li and I are old acquaintances!"

The Demon Lord passed the wine to Jialou Mingye, but Jialou Mingye hesitated to take it. The Demon Lord only heard Jialou Mingye's slightly gloomy voice, "There's no need to reminisce about the past..."

Before Jialou Mingye could finish his words, the Demon Lord interrupted, "I will release him myself. Please sit with me for a while."

He was really lonely. When he was in the God Realm, he devoted himself to cultivation. Now he finally met a woman he liked, but she had a strong personality and was married to someone else.

The Demon Lord sat cross-legged on the ground, while Ming Ye stood quietly. The cool wind blew, and his robe was blown up. A few strands of his messy hair covered Ming Ye's face and hid the cold light in his eyes. The originally sharp outline gradually became soft.

"Gong Ci... I wonder if the Corpse King has any impression of me?" The Demon Lord took a sip of wine and said suddenly.

Ice and snow flooded Ming Ye's gentle eyes, and the hand holding the sword clenched tightly, but he heard the Demon Lord say, "It seems that Your Majesty still remembers. I thought you had forgotten!"

"If you have something to say, say it quickly." Ming Ye has always been efficient and does things, and doesn't like to talk nonsense at all.

But the Demon Lord smiled and did not respond immediately. Instead, he changed the topic to another topic.

"Jialuo Mingye, what on earth is so worthy of your love for that woman? Apart from her pretty appearance, she has such a bad temper..." The Demon Lord began to criticize Jiuxi without any concern, not realizing that it was shameless to gossip about others behind their backs.