Foreplay is a unique performance of each demon clan. Some are gentle and charming, some are sexy and seductive, some are martial and powerful, and some are gentle and gentle...
Now that the atmosphere is set, the main course is about to begin.
Shen Wuyou's standard for choosing a husband is very simple, just one word - strong!
The strong are respected. Whoever is the most powerful has a greater chance of being selected and a higher position.
Because she had just become the Demon King and her harem was empty, the husband she chose was also comprehensive.
There is one royal consort, two concubine royal consorts, six imperial attendants, and twelve assistant ministers. There is no limit on the number of recruited officials and palace officials.
At first, most of the candidates from the human and demon races seemed forced into this, showing some reluctance. But after seeing the Demon King appear, their expressions of reluctance froze, then turned into amazement.
Shen Wuyou understood that it was all thanks to her face.
In this world, who can compare with the flower demon in terms of appearance?
Not to mention, she is a Lycoris radiata that blooms once every thousand years, nurtured by the spiritual essence of heaven and earth. Her appearance is extremely beautiful and unparalleled in the world.
The first person to compete for the position of the King's Husband was a Zerg. He had good abilities and a nice appearance, but the light in his eyes when he looked at Shen Wuyou was too bright and hurt her eyes.
He is the leader of the Zerg, Feijian, whose true form is a giant poisonous scorpion. With his poison skills, he has killed many competitors.
At this moment, he lazily threw his clothes aside, and slowly wiped his blood-stained hands with a piece of brocade handkerchief. His crimson eyes, full of murderous intent, swept across the crowd below sharply, and he said proudly:
"Who else wants to compete with me for the position of the king's husband?"
"Gulp~" A sudden swallowing sound was heard, and it was from those frightened candidates.
Their eyes trembled as they looked at Fei Jian, not because of his terrifying strength, but because of the way he treated the defeated...
Seeing that they were too frightened to look at him, Feijian curled his lips into a smile and said complacently: "Since no one is willing to fight, then this-"
"I accept the challenge."
His smug smile suddenly froze, as if he had heard some extremely terrifying sound and his whole body became stiff and unable to move.
Bhagavan had arrived at some point, descending from the sky, swathed in a powerful demonic aura. His face was stern, his presence imbued with power. He was dressed in a striking black robe, his demeanor unparalleled in dignity.
Feijian turned his head stiffly, and the moment his eyes met Bhagavan's indifferent gaze, his whole body seemed to be drained of strength and became as limp as mud.
But before he could tremble and fall down, his body suddenly paused strangely, and then slowly straightened up again as if wound up. What was even stranger was -
His aura actually changed.
He slowly turned around, clasped his fists and bowed, a humble smile on his face.
"The Demon Lord is the best in the world. I naturally dare not compete with His Majesty."
The Bhagavan didn't even look at him, but walked straight past him and walked towards Shen Wuyu's side, the vacant seat of the king's husband, and then sat down naturally, with a domineering and unquestionable attitude.
Shen Wuyu's expression at this moment was not much different from that of the others. They all looked extremely shocked, except that she was not as frightened as those people.
She blinked, paused for a moment, then leaned forward and asked softly, "Master, aren't you unwilling..."
"Hmm?" His eyes were slightly cold, and his deep eyes seemed to suppress some unknown anger.
Shen Wuyou's heart trembled immediately, and she subconsciously closed her mouth. However, when she thought of her plan, she had to think and speak again: "Sir... can I...?"
He understood what she meant, but as if he was angry, he didn't face her directly. Instead, he looked at the people on the stage and said coldly:
"continue."
"Uh...thank you, thank you for your consideration..."
Shen Wuyu stared blankly at his expressionless face, and inexplicably felt that he was more like the organizer.
Those people didn't have the courage to compete with the Demon Lord, so they all rushed for the position of the second concubine.
Shen Wuyou selected one person from each ethnic group equally, and the positions were divided according to the results of their competition.
After a fierce fight, the Feijian, whose aura suddenly changed, won the position of concubine, while the other one... who was very evil, was taken away by the Ghost King.
Shen Wuyou looked at Yan Fuluo with a headache as he walked up to Feijian with a group of guards behind him, then threw him out and sat in a position closer to Shen Wuyou.
Feijian walked to the other side husband position without complaint.
The one sent by the Huangquan Kingdom had a high level of cultivation, so he was ranked as the king's servant.
The people of the demon clan had no objection to this, while the people of other clans were finding fault with him in various ways, or in other words, their real purpose of this trip was to find fault to test the depth of the new demon king.
Shen Wuyou was happy to see them like this, because the red spider lilies all over the ground really needed blood to feed them.
“Puff!”
A man who was leading the riot had a trickle of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. His trembling and terrified eyes were fixed on the gorgeous red spider lily in full bloom on his chest. He didn't even know when he was hit, and he slowly fell down with endless despair.
"I'm sorry to have made you laugh."
Shen Wuyou smiled apologetically and waved his hand. The lush green plants around him, which had been used as a background, suddenly went crazy and dragged the fallen corpse away in an instant.
Before those people could get over Shen Wuyou's dagger-hiding smile, they heard faint horrible rustling sounds, as if flesh was being torn apart.
At this moment, a voice like that of a demon from hell slowly came again, clear and pleasant, but it made people feel cold in their hearts.
"Then, is there anyone who has a different opinion on this decision?"
They all had expressions of fear on their faces, their lips turned pale, and they kept shaking their heads to distance themselves from the matter.
No one expected that this new demon king would be so bold that he would take people's lives without saying a word!
But I just have a small doubt. How come he couldn't even leave a complete body, and was torn to pieces by those flowers and plants?
Brutal, so brutal...
Perhaps Shen Wuyou finally saw their fear, so he sympathetically raised his glass, drank with everyone, and chatted about all sorts of things.
Her manners were elegant and noble, but from the seats below, sounds of wine spilling and wine cups falling could be heard from time to time.
Shen Wuyou heard it and glanced at them with a cold look. They immediately poured another full cup with trepidation and drank it all in one gulp with trembling arms.
Thus, she revealed a charming smile, her stunning features alluring and alluring, her dark eyes sparkling and full of charm, the crimson at the corners of her eyes, coupled with the hint of a smile, truly creating a kind of intoxicating and captivating charm...
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