Chapter 157: Worms After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang's lips moved...
Yun Wanzhou stopped and looked back.
"When will you go to Wuxiangmen tomorrow?"
Yun Wanzhou looked surprised, "How did you know?"
Xie Wuyang smiled without saying anything, took out a piece of talisman paper and shook it.
Yun Wanzhou knew that he had placed a sound transmission note when he was not paying attention.
"Go early in the morning."
Xie Wuyang nodded.
The hall was very quiet. The two met without saying a word, and their eyes met, both filled with silent tenderness.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang's lips moved, "Be careful."
"good."
Xie Wuyang said again, "Go early and come back early."
Yun Wanzhou responded softly.
Xie Wuyang finally said goodbye.
Yun Wanzhou said "hmm" and replied the same words: "Goodbye."
The affection in the hall faded away, and Xie Wuyang stood alone at the door for a long time, until Yun Wanzhou's figure completely disappeared from his sight, then he turned and walked in another direction.
It's time to deal with those termites in the demon world.
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In the Changsheng Pavilion, the two demon kings from the north and south sat facing each other.
The Northern Demon Lord picked up the tea the maid had brewed, took a sip, and placed it back on the table. "What is all this? Is there no wine?"
The maid hesitated, "Yes, I do, but..."
"But what but?" Demon Lord Nan picked up the tea in front of him and poured it on the ground. "Brother Lian and I are the only two Demon Lords left in the Demon Clan. Don't you think we're not even worthy of a drink?"
"What are you talking about, Demon Lord?" A low and indifferent voice came from outside the pavilion.
The Southern Demon Lord paused and turned back when he heard the sound.
I saw a man coming against the light. He was tall and wearing a black robe embroidered with gold thread, looking very noble.
It was the rumored Demon Lord who had recently awakened - Xie Wuyang.
While the two demon lords were stunned, Xie Wuyang stepped into the pavilion and spoke to the serving maid, "You two demon lords have come from afar and are honored guests of my Chongyin Palace. How can I be so neglectful?"
As he spoke, Xie Wuyang's eyes turned and he looked at the Southern and Northern Demon Lords with a smile, "Do you two Demon Lords want to drink?"
When Lord Nan Mo raised his eyes, their gazes met Xie Wuyang's. He felt that those crescent-shaped eyes were like a lurking wild beast, which was frightening.
He couldn't help but think of Xie Wuyang's previous fierce methods of dealing with people, and felt a little uneasy. However, the Northern Demon Lord, who seemed to be at peace with him but was actually at odds with him, was sitting in front of him, so he had to bite the bullet and move forward.
"Of course." Demon Lord Nan forced a smile. "My demon race is straightforward and straightforward. We can't learn the pretentiousness of the immortal sects."
"Is that so?" Xie Wuyang understood. He waved his hand to signal the maid to pour a cup of tea and took a sip. "But why do I feel that this tea tastes much better than wine? According to what the two Demon Lords mean, am I just putting on an act like the Immortal Sect members?"
Cold sweat dripped down the forehead of the Southern Demon Lord. "I dare not, I dare not. The Lord is naturally different from those immortals."
"Really?" Xie Wuyang tapped the teacup in his hand with his fingertips and said in a faint voice, "I wonder if the two Demon Lords would like to drink tea with me, or drink wine on their own?"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the Northern Demon Lord quickly picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp, "This tea is good... good. I will just drink tea with the Demon Lord, just drink tea..."
Demon Lord Nan also expressed his sincerity and finished the tea in his cup.
Xie Wuyang had been unconscious for so long that they had become so used to being idle that they had completely forgotten how terrifying this man was. They even had the audacity to come and provoke him. It was really a blessing in disguise that they had been idle for so long.
Demon Lord Nan rubbed his sweaty hands and smiled at Xie Wuyang in a flattering manner.
"Fill up the glasses for the two demon lords." Xie Wuyang waved to the maid.
Accompanied by the sound of "splashing" water, the teacup that had just been cleaned was filled with tea again.
Xie Wuyang raised his chin slightly and nodded at the two cups of tea in front of the Southern and Northern Demon Lords. "Since you like it so much, drink more."
The two demon kings were no longer as arrogant as they were at the beginning. After hearing what Xie Wuyang said, they didn't dare to breathe and drank the tea in the cup with a "gulp gulp" sound.
I thought that was the end, but Xie Wuyang signaled the maid to hand over the teapot and poured two full cups of tea himself.
"My Lord, this..." The Northern Demon Lord wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Xie Wuyang raised his eyebrows and asked patiently, "Don't you like drinking?"
"Drink...drink..." When the two demon lords heard this, they thought it was the end and dared not say anything more. They picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
When the teacup was empty, Xie Wuyang refilled it. When the teapot was empty, he immediately asked the maid to replace it.
This went on for countless times, and the two Demon Lords of the North and the South had worried faces, their stomachs felt like they were about to burst, and even their stomachs were churning.
Seeing Xie Wuyang fall down again, the two looked at each other, and finally couldn't help but push the teacup forward, "Demon Lord, I..."
"What?" Xie Wuyang raised his eyelids and swallowed back Nan Mojun's words in an instant.
The two of them finally finished their tea again. Their fingers were trembling as they were about to put down the teacup. Out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Xie Wuyang picking up the teapot and about to pour tea again. They changed their movements and tacitly grasped the empty teacup in their hands and took a sip of the tea that no longer existed.
"My lord, we two are here to discuss something important." The Northern Demon Lord spoke carefully.
Seeing that the two of them finally couldn't help but get to the point, Xie Wuyang put down the teacup in his hand and pretended to be ignorant. "What's the matter?"
"Since the great battle with the Immortal Sect, the Lord has been in a coma. The Immortal Sect took advantage of the fact that the Demon Clan was leaderless and invaded the Demon Realm. Now, several elders and demon lords from the Demon Realm have been imprisoned by the Immortal Sect at the Lotus Mist Sect. I hope the Lord will lead us and rescue our fellow disciples."
"Before the war, the cities in the Demon Realm were fighting openly and secretly, wishing to devour each other. Now that they have been captured, only you two Demon Lords in the north and south are left. Shouldn't you be happy? Why do you suddenly want to save them?" Xie Wuyang stared at the empty teacup in front of him, his eyes drooping, his expression difficult to discern.
The two demon kings could not guess his thoughts. It was as if there was a sword hanging over their heads, and they would die if they were not careful.
The Northern Demon Lord suddenly felt uneasy: "Although we usually... although we have conflicts, we still work together to deal with external enemies."
"Really?" Xie Wuyang raised his eyelids, a cold light flashing in his eyes. "But why did I hear that the prince of your Northern Demon Lord's family and the concubine of this Southern Demon Lord... were also captured by the Immortal Sect?"
"Yes." The Northern Demon Lord nodded reluctantly.
"Do you really want to rescue your own people? Instead of..." Xie Wuyang's cold eyes narrowed sharply, and his gaze swept over the two of them fiercely, "Do you want to take advantage of the chaos between the demons and the immortals after rescuing your people to kill them with borrowed weapons and wipe out the roots?"
When he heard his plan being spoken by someone else, Lord Bei Mo panicked and tried to explain, but Xie Wuyang put his hand on his lips.
"Shh. Listen to me first." Xie Wuyang's voice was lazy, but it was full of oppression. "Who do you think is the grass? The other demon kings? Or..."
Xie Wuyang opened his thin lips slightly and whispered the last word, "I."
“Snap—”
The Northern Demon Lord's fingertips trembled, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground.
At the same time, the Southern Demon Lord knelt down with a thud and kowtowed several times, "I dare not, I dare not."
The Northern Demon Lord finally came to his senses and knelt down to beg for mercy.
"The Demon Lord's achievements surpass those of the Lord. I, your subordinates, cannot wait to admire you enough. I have absolutely no intention of rebelling. I hope the Demon Lord will understand."
"Really?" Xie Wuyang kicked the teacup that had rolled to his feet. The cup rolled twice and fell down the stairs, breaking into pieces. "Then tell me, why weren't the two Demon Lords there when the battle took place?"
"I...we are going to visit old friends..."
Xie Wuyang sneered, "I gave the order this morning, and you went to look for old friends this afternoon?"
The Demon Lord Nan's whole body stiffened, his head touching the ground, and he continued to kowtow, not daring to stand up.
The Northern Demon Lord stammered, his words incoherent, "I...we..."
"I have taken note of the two Demon Lords' proposal today," Xie Wuyang interrupted the Northern Demon Lord in a cold voice, "I will seek help for the people. But I will not take you with me."
Before the two of them understood the meaning of Xie Wuyang's words, they heard Xie Wuyang give an order.
Several demon soldiers in black armor entered the pavilion and dragged the two men down.
The Demon Lords of the North and South suddenly lost their composure and burst into tears, "Demon Lord, Demon Lord, we were wrong."
"If you know you're wrong, you must be punished." Xie Wuyang said, "While I'm out rescuing people, you should stay in the Gathering Spirit Pavilion and reflect on your mistakes."
The three words "Gathering Spirit Pavilion" hit the two of them hard.
The Demon Lords of the North and South went limp and lost their strength instantly.
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The demons suffered heavy losses in the war and are now weak. It is not easy to rescue their fellow demons.
Xie Wuyang thought about it all night but couldn't come up with any good ideas.
The Immortal Sect was powerful and had won the battle. If the Demon Clan launched an attack at this time, it would be like throwing an egg against a rock.
You must never confront the Immortal Sect head-on, you can only defeat them with wits.
Xie Wuyang called the attendants around him and asked, "How many people know that I woke up?"
The attendant said, "The first to know were the maids who served closely. It didn't take long for the news to spread beyond Chongyin Palace. Given the master's reputation and prestige, I'm afraid it's almost spread beyond the demon world by now."
"Order the news to be blocked. Do not let the news of my awakening spread outside the demon world."
"yes."
Xie Wuyang looked tired and pinched his brows. "I have to leave for a while. While I'm away, you arrange for the maid who took care of me when I was unconscious to continue where I was."
"yes."
After arranging everything, Xie Wuyang dismissed his attendants and walked out of the gate of Chongyin Palace. At the end of the sky, he could already see the sunlight.
The trivial matters of the demon world gave him a headache, but when he thought of the person he was about to meet, the discomfort disappeared without a trace, replaced by a throbbing and comfortable feeling in his heart.
Judging from the time, Yun Wanzhou should be setting off by now.
I wonder if he will feel as happy as he does when he sees me?
Xie Wuyang touched the ring on his index finger, summoned Quexie, and stroked the delicate pattern on it.
It was exactly the same as I remembered, but my heart felt empty, as if something was missing.
Xie Wuyang thought of his other sword. There was only one character difference in the name, but it was like him in his previous life and this life, a world of difference.
Although Yun Wanzhou did not tell Xie Wuyang everything, Xie Wuyang could vaguely guess it.
If Yun Wanzhou's disciple five hundred years ago was himself, then Zhuxie and Quexie would be easy to guess.
He forgot what Zhuxie looked like, but instinctively created a similar Quexie.
Some things are etched into our bones. How can they be taken away by reincarnation or memory reshaping?
I just wonder if Yun Wanzhou still has the sword that can kill evil after five hundred years?
Xie Wuyang thought in his heart, and lightly touched the hilt of the Zhuxie Sword with his fingertips. The sword leaped out and stopped steadily at Xie Wuyang's feet.
Just as the sky was getting light, a mighty sword energy cut through the sky.
When the people woke up and looked up, they only saw the long tail left by the long sword passing through the black fog.
No one knew that the Demon Lord on that day would go against his usual behavior and wield a sword in a rare move.
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