"Report, my Lord! The one from the Demonic Palace is coming to kill us! We, we are no match for him... Puff!"
Before he could finish his words, he was suddenly thrown out of the Demon Palace by a powerful demonic energy. He fell heavily to the ground and suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
"Back off..."
Ling You lazily lifted his eyelids and glanced at it, then gave the order casually.
Tsk, it’s just a serious injury. Looks like he held back?
Oh, why are you pretending to be kind?
He sneered in his heart, glanced at the figure wrapped in the biting cold wind with disdain, tossed his hand, ate another grape, and swayed leisurely on his tiptoes:
"Hey, what's going on? Why is our majestic Demon Lord willing to condescend to come to my Demon Palace?"
The latter's face was gloomy, and his eyes were as cold as ice:
"Where is she?"
"She? Who is she?" Ling You raised the corner of his lips and looked at his cold and resolute face with amusement.
It's just strange, can this eternal icy face reveal different expressions?
It seems that this little flower demon is very important to him...
It’s good to be important, it’s fun when it’s important.
"Oh~ you mean that little flower demon!"
He looked as if he had suddenly realized something, but the next moment his narrow eyes were filled with confusion, as if he was questioning something, but every word he said was like a knife stabbing into the other person's heart:
"Didn't she tell you? I think you're so rigid and boring, so I want to go out and play. I begged you for a long time, crying and making a fuss, but I couldn't stop..."
As he spoke, he rubbed his head in annoyance and sighed deeply:
“Seeing her pitiful appearance, I really couldn’t bear it, so I took her out of the Demon Palace and kindly let her play with me.
"I thought she would go back after she had enough fun. After all, she should be grateful to a master like you and worship you."
His tone was filled with disdain, ridicule, and even gloating sarcasm.
He was the first and only one who dared to speak like this in front of the Demon Lord. He was clearly a being that could be crushed to death with a single hand, but he seemed to be sure that the other party would not do anything to him, so he was so fearless.
Bhagavan's face was as cold as autumn frost. He looked at him coldly, and in his voice, he suppressed the pressure and anger and asked again:
"I ask you, where is she?"
"Oh, don't be impatient, let me think about it, think about it..."
Ling You deliberately slowed down, waiting to see him get angry. He looked carefree, eating grapes and trying hard to recall the past.
Then, just as Bhagavan’s patience was about to break, he spoke slowly:
"Oh, I figured it out!"
He once again looked as if he had been enlightened. He immediately sat up and said to Bhagavan in a serious tone:
"That little flower demon said she was afraid of you, but she had to please you. She served you with a trembling heart all day long. She said she was tired and annoyed and wanted to escape from you."
I really want to escape from you...
These words were like a sharp knife, deeply stinging his heart, making his face darken and his eyes even colder.
However, Ling You seemed not to hear and continued to talk to himself:
"I told her I couldn't take her away, couldn't help her, but she didn't believe me. She knelt before me, looking desperate. It was terrifying. I was also afraid she would really commit suicide to escape you. Wouldn't the Demon Lord have lost his last confidant?
"So, out of sheer desperation, I brought him out of the Demon Realm."
He said this with an air of "I'm a good person, I don't ask for anything in return" and waved his hand at him:
"Oh, no need to thank me. I am doing this for the sake of our honorable Lord Demon. After all, if he really dies, it will be difficult to find a furnace with such an excellent physique.
"You said so, right?
"uncle?"
His tone was playful and uninhibited, but his eyes gradually turned cold. A sarcastic arc appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he gritted his teeth and uttered the last two words.
Bhagavan was originally filled with rage, but when he heard the last two words, he was suddenly stunned. His stern face moved slightly, hiding an imperceptible forbearance. His deep eyes were full of complexity. Beneath the seemingly calm pool, undercurrents were surging.
He moved his lips as if he wanted to say something.
But in the end he didn't say anything and turned and left.
Just before he was about to step out of the Demon Palace, Ling You's reminder, mixed with a playful smile, suddenly came from behind him -
"Oh, right, I almost forgot. Your naughty little flower demon was captured by the ghost tribe as soon as he left the Demon Realm~"
Looking at Bhagavan's slightly sluggish figure, he kindly added:
"The ghostly aura is so dense, I think it must be the Ghost King himself who has come to capture her.
"Tsk tsk, I wonder what will happen to that little flower demon if it falls into his hands..."
He looked like he was enjoying the fun and enthusiastically shared his speculations:
"Death is certain, but I don't know how it will be, whether it will be a death of ecstasy or a death worse than death~ Hahahaha——!"
"Bang!"
His mocking voice stopped abruptly, and he looked at the wall that was suddenly missing a piece in shock. The flames that were coming at him at that moment were only a few inches away from him!
“Bhagavan!”
He leaped up, stepped on the soft couch covered with silk and jewels, and angrily scowled at him, "What gives you the right?"
However, the latter obviously had no desire to tangle with him. He withdrew his gaze slightly, turned around and strode away, disappearing in the Demon Palace the next moment.
"Bhagavan!!! If you have the guts, come back and let's fight one on one!!!"
The young man, whose fighting spirit was aroused, was burning with rage and wished he could tear the man into pieces!
He shouted angrily in the direction where Bhagavan disappeared, but the other party had no intention of paying any attention to him.
Seeing this, Ling You kicked directly at the door made of black gold and black iron. The force was so great that a heavy humming sound suddenly came from the heavy and solid door.
However, it was just a buzzing sound.
He didn't kick the door down.
He looked back at the front where a big hole was easily smashed, and became even angrier.
"Someone come!"
The demon soldiers on guard ran over tremblingly and knelt down, "What are your orders, my Lord?"
"Smash this broken door for me!"
That’s all, as if he still wasn’t satisfied, he added viciously:
"The more smashed the better! Smash it to pieces!"
The demon soldier looked at the black gold iron that took decades to refine, and his dark eyes were filled with doubt:
"ah?"
The demon general Guduo heard the noise, walked over to take a look, and fell into silent thought...
Then he bowed his head and whispered:
"Your Majesty, Zeng Gu requests an audience."
"Zeng Gu?" Ling You's attention was successfully diverted, and he asked, "What is that old man doing here?"
"I don't know."
"Let's go and see what tricks he's up to!"
He smiled cruelly. He was always happy to accept such a target that came to his door.
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