Ning Ning swallowed a mouthful of mulberries she had picked from the forest, and transformed herself into a mulberry eater. She looked the two people in front of her carefully from head to toe, and her eyes widened in surprise: "Selecting a concubine? You guys?"
Although these two are indeed born with red lips and white teeth, when it comes to choosing a concubine -
Something is really, really wrong! Let’s not talk about the fact that the disciples of the Immortal Sect are actually willing to commit themselves to the Demon Lord. Just from the perspective of gender, you and Xie Yu are both 24K pure men! One of them is a monk, a monk! The Buddha is crying so loudly, did you hear it?
"I heard that in this selection of concubines, Xie Yu does not care about gender, and the most capable one will take the position."
Bai Ye grinned and shook his long hair like a colorful rooster: "If you can stand out, you can enter the harem and stay by his side forever."
Ningning: ...
Ning Ning: "Stay with him forever, then what?"
"Then of course we have to keep a close eye on him and find a way to break through this Buddha Realm!"
The young Fu Xiu was full of confidence, his eyes lit up during the conversation: "This is a remote place, who else can create such a realistic illusion except him? As long as we get close to Xie Yu - Hey, big brother, don't leave! We are wrong, we are wrong, please continue!"
The townspeople looked at him with disdain. Just as they were about to refuse, a few taels of silver, commonly used in the mortal world, were suddenly stuffed into their hands, and their impatient expressions instantly disappeared.
"We talked about the reason why the Demon Lord chose his concubine before."
He looked around with a vigilant look, and lowered his voice deliberately: "By the way, since you are outsiders, don't call the Demon Lord by his name. Just call him 'that person', otherwise -"
Ningning saw him wiping his neck.
"I heard rumors from outside that he was a lewd man who had abducted many women from the outside world. The reason he held this imperial concubine selection was because he couldn't stand the loneliness and wanted to live the life of an emperor with three thousand concubines."
The man weighed the silver in his hand and whispered, "But don't you find it strange? If he really wanted to find a beauty, he could go to a prosperous place. Why would he stay in a small place like Chongling?"
Bai Ye's curiosity was piqued, and he immediately responded, "Yes! Why is that?"
The man hooked his finger at them and looked around like a guilty thief: "This is because - he wants revenge!"
Ning Ning was influenced by him and spoke as if she was whispering: "Revenge?"
She had seen many people using real swords and guns to avenge their enemies, but this was the first time she heard that revenge could be achieved through the method of selecting concubines for fun. As expected of the Demon Lord, you are an expert.
"You should all know his background. Because of this, he did not have a good life in the town."
The man said, "He was destined to be a slave since birth. He belongs to a wealthy family here, the Zhou family. The Zhou family has a young lady who is only two days younger than him."
The young monk named "Yonggui" suddenly realized: "So the two of them fell in love, but there were too many twists and turns in the secular world, and after several struggles, they gained nothing. They began to become confused, began to be unable to distinguish, began to go around in circles and busy, and wanted to see clearly, but the drama had already ended."
This was the first time Ningning heard him speak.
Although he is a monk, he does not have the pure feeling of Buddhism at all. When he speaks, it sounds like someone is frying oil in a crackling pan. The most terrifying thing is that every sentence he speaks rhymes and he manages to speak with a bit of rap flavor, which sounds very weird.
Could it be that...
An idea popped up from the depths of her mind. Before Ningning could ask, she heard Yonggui continue to mumble: "Everyone has their own destiny in cultivation. It is my nature to enjoy my tongue. I only hope to cleanse the evil spirits through this."
It really is the musician from Fanyin Temple who uses his mouth as a musical instrument.
Ningning came to the world of cultivation and saw so many different kinds of people and things. Everyone said that the solemn and majestic Fanyin Temple was the undisputed number one wonder in her heart.
Whether it is Mingkong Mingjing who created the human bell and pestle, or the young master Yonggui in front of him who speaks like he is fighting a war, they are all unique and rare talents in the world of immortal cultivation. They can bring her new surprises every time and refresh her worldview over and over again.
"That's not the case."
The man was also taken aback by his way of speaking. He scratched his head and continued, "I heard that it was just one-sided love, and the lady didn't pay much attention to him at all. Later, he asked the lady to elope in the middle of the night. Not only did he not wait for his sweetheart, but he was blocked in the alley by a group of servants with wooden sticks. After being beaten to death, he was thrown out of the Zhou family."
"That's not necessarily true."
Bai Ye snorted and laughed, "According to the plot of the storybook, Miss Zhou must have had a crush on him. The night escape was a conspiracy between the two of them, but they didn't expect that the Zhou family would find out by mistake, so they put her under house arrest and sent servants to chase and intercept Xie Yu, just to cut off the love between the two and return peace to the Zhou family."
He got more and more excited as he spoke, and suddenly slapped his thigh: "Yes, this makes sense! Xie Yu mistakenly thought that his lover had betrayed him, so he returned to Chongling Town and announced the selection of a concubine with great fanfare - isn't this just to tell her that I am now a big shot, and there are countless men and women who admire me, so who do you think you are?"
It's a melodramatic story with a tragic love story, and it can be called an epic Renaissance. Even a thousand-year-old mummy could be resurrected after listening to it.
"There's also a female supporting character who keeps messing with their relationship. The three of them love each other, and misunderstandings come and go. All the good things Miss Zhou did were taken away by that woman. She knew she was misunderstood, but she didn't say a word to explain."
Ning Ning joked, "In the end, when Xie Yu finally saw the truth and tried to redeem himself, he discovered that Miss Zhou was either dead or had given up on him."
Bai Ye was so excited: "That's it! I had to tremble all over, with red eyes, and murmured in a very humble voice: Don't leave, forgive me, okay?"
From the look in his eyes, I can confirm that he is also a person who is obsessed with old storybooks.
The two men looked at each other, and through just a few words, they established an extremely deep revolutionary friendship.
"Two donors, dog blood is used to exorcise ghosts, please do not pour it into other people's mouths."
Yonggui got goosebumps all over his body after hearing this, and even forgot to rhyme. He looked up at the man and said seriously, "Donor, I wonder what the real situation is?"
The man was stunned for a moment.
Then he gave an awkward giggle and said, "Actually, it's not much different from what these two said."
Yonggui’s eyes twitched.
"I think so too. The concubine wanted to humiliate Miss Zhou. Otherwise, why would she stay in this remote place?"
The man seemed a little embarrassed, and twisted the silver in his hand with his index finger and thumb: "As an outsider, I can't comment on the relationship between the two of them. But think about it carefully, that person has a low status since childhood, but he has achieved great success at a young age - who taught him the method of cultivation?"
Given Xie Yu's status and interpersonal relationships, it seems that only Miss Zhou has this ability.
"That's all I have to say. I can't reveal more."
The man turned around and seemed to remember something, and then said, "Oh, that person came back and massacred the entire Zhou family, leaving only Zhou Yimei, who was imprisoned in his mansion. Oh, by the way, Zhou Yimei is the name of the young lady of the Zhou family."
Ning Ning was suffocated by this sadomasochistic plot. After thinking for a while, she realized, "It should have taken Xie Yu a long time to cultivate to the level of Demon Lord. How could Miss Zhou still be alive?"
"Chongling is a mixture of humans and demons. The Zhou family is all transformed from tree demons, and their lifespans are extremely long."
Bai Ye had already gathered all the information and said proudly, "Besides these, I also got another piece of news before you came - Xie Yu was flirting with other women outside. I don't know how many innocent men and women he had provoked. What's interesting is that those people have a very subtle common point."
"What do they have in common?"
Ningning was listening intently and didn't notice that Pei Ji's expression beside her darkened and a hint of hostility appeared in his eyes.
"Everyone who has had a relationship with him, without exception, has a teardrop mole, just like Miss Zhou - this is because he can't get the love he wants, so he's looking for a substitute!"
Bai Ye moved closer to Pei Ji as he spoke, his eyes lit up, and he grinned, "You know what, just like Junior Brother Pei."
This is a harmless joke in itself, but the speaker may not mean it but the listener may take it seriously, and when it reaches the ears of the person concerned, it inevitably leads to many complicated thoughts.
Ningning was also shocked by these words.
As everyone knows, the stronger the demon cultivator is, the thicker the demonic energy in his body. Pei Ji is a half-mortal and half-demon, and he has had an irrepressible demonic aura since birth. It seems that his biological father is extremely powerful.
Combined with Xie Yu's amorous nature and the teardrop mole under his eyes...
Ningning felt something was not good.
For her, Pei Ji's past has always been a mystery.
The original book only briefly mentioned that his mother was abandoned by her biological father and was heartbroken, so she vented all her anger on her remaining son.
But what exactly happened between the two of them? As a mother, how could that woman be so cruel as to torture her own flesh and blood in every way? Ningning knew nothing about these past events.
No wonder when Meng Jue mentioned the word "Xie Yu" in the cave, Pei Ji remained silent for a long time.
Although he had never seen his biological father, he would occasionally hear the name of the ungrateful demon cultivator from his mother.
There were many suspicious points in Futu Realm, and now something like this popped up without any warning, making Ningning feel overwhelmed.
His gaze moved silently to the side, and when it fell on Pei Ji's face, he could only see the young man's indifferent and gloomy dark eyes.
No one knew what he was thinking. His messy hair on his forehead clung to his long eyelashes, casting a layer of cloudy shadow over his eyes. His expression showed obvious impatience, as well as panic and hidden pain.
His parents and childhood were both forbidden areas in his heart that could not be touched, but now he had to face the past, just like tearing a healed scar in an instant, revealing the scarlet and horrible flesh and blood inside. If he said it wasn't painful, he would be lying.
"By the way, the selection of concubines is about to begin."
Bai Ye didn't notice anything wrong, he rolled up his sleeves and laughed loudly, "Let's go and try it together?"
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The so-called "concubine selection ceremony" was held in the center of the town, on the arena that the Zhou family used for martial arts competitions.
Ever since the bloodbath at the hands of Xie Yu, the Zhou family's assets have completely become his possession - although to the now high and mighty Demon Lord, these properties are no longer considered treasures.
According to Bai Ye, Xie Yu was bloodthirsty by nature, and the residents in the Chongling area dared not speak out. Although they were afraid, many families still sent their girls of marriageable age to be selected as concubines in order to get closer to him.
Oh, and boy, this demon king eats both meat and vegetables.
Ningning felt the low pressure around Pei Ji and had no intention of joining them in fooling around. She rejected the offer to go on stage without hesitation and stood with him in the crowded audience, looking forward.
Sitting on the seat of the family head in front of the arena, there was a young man in a black robe, who must be the Demon Lord Xie Yu.
He was as handsome as the rumors said, with sword-like eyebrows, star-like eyes, a straight nose and thin lips, and he was actually somewhat similar to Pei Ji. It’s just that the latter has a bit more of the softness and slenderness of a teenager, and is closer to a gloomy beauty than “handsome”.
Ningning was secretly making a plan in her heart.
If Xie Yu disappeared in the forest fire not long ago, then at this moment, he should have met Pei Ji's mother and abandoned her like a worn-out shoe.
This is the Demon Lord, and the woman sitting not far from him should be the Miss Zhou in the story.
Zhou Yimei had the standard appearance of a little white flower, a heroine in a sad novel. She had a pale complexion, a long neck, and willow-shaped eyebrows that seemed to be gently wrinkled all the time, which made her pair of almond-shaped eyes look like ripples in spring water, making people feel pity for her.
There was indeed a teardrop mole under her right eye, which looked as bright as a teardrop, making her look even more sad.
No matter what happened back then, this girl can be described as pitiful.
Her family suffered a tragic disaster of being wiped out, and she herself was imprisoned in a high pavilion. Although she was sitting next to Xie Yu now, she was not the mistress of the house. Not only did she have no status, but she also had to watch him select concubines.
It is undoubtedly a huge shame to be in public.
Many years ago, literature about tragic love and unreasonable domineering bosses seemed to be very popular in the world of cultivation, and we can get a glimpse of this from Jiang Si.
Ningning really didn't understand what Miss Zhou was thinking. If it were her, she would have fought to the death with Xie Yu. At worst, she would have died, which would have been considered a sacrifice of her life.
It couldn't be like what was written in the clichéd storybook, where after being humiliated in every way, he still loved the scumbag, and in the end she died of depression. Xie Yu finally came to his senses and was in great pain.
——Although Zhou Yimei lost her family and her life, she also lost the most precious love in her life. This was undoubtedly the most profound punishment, enough to make up for all the harm she had suffered before.
No way.
Anyone with a little self-respect and any sense of responsibility towards their deceased family members would want to tear this bastard into pieces. Where does all the romance and love come from? In the final analysis, it only moves yourself, and the other person will not appreciate it at all.
Ningning couldn't help but sighed when she thought of this.
Having said that, considering the cause and effect, Zhou Yimei is most likely dead.
In this Chongling Mountains, the only one who can create a pagoda realm is Xie Yu.
If we were to say what obsession he had, it was probably only after Miss Zhou passed away that he finally faced up to his feelings. From then on, he was sealed in the Monster Refining Tower and fell into autism.
This plot is just like buying instant noodles without the seasoning packet, which leaves people speechless.
--wrong.
Ningning's eyebrows suddenly jumped.
Since Chongling was destroyed by the forest fire and no one survived, and the Demon Lord Xie Yu has disappeared without a trace, who was the person who sent him to the Demon Refining Tower? What caused the wildfire and who caused it?
The more she thought about it, the more confused she became. When she looked at the master's seat again, she discovered that there was a strange woman sitting in the mistress' seat next to Xie Yu.
The woman was a pretty girl with bright eyes and white teeth. Compared with the unhappy Zhou Yimei, she seemed to have returned from the dead to the world of the living. At this moment, she raised her right hand with a smile in her eyes and fed pastries into Xie Yu's mouth.
Well, it’s a tragic love story as expected, and it did not disappoint her and Bai Ye. Here comes the vicious female supporting role.
After all, the iron triangle is the most stable shape.
Ningning had a very bad impression of Xie Yu, and thought maliciously that the posture of these two people was like feeding monkeys in a zoo, in front of all the tourists around them.
There were more and more onlookers waiting around, and she turned her eyes away from the faces of the three people. Then she found that Pei Ji had moved behind her at some point, silently blocking the surging crowd for her.
He has always been a man of few words, and after hearing about Xie Yu's deeds, he hasn't spoken a word for a long time.
Ningning only knew that Pei Ji had a weird personality, and she couldn't guess what he was thinking, nor did she know how to comfort him at a time like this.
It would be impolite to say too much, so she just poked Pei Ji's arm and asked softly, "Are you okay?"
He let out a low "hmm" from his chest, and the hot air he exhaled landed on the top of her head, swirling around slowly.
Ningning pursed her lips and stretched out her right hand to hold his sleeve.
This was a gesture that represented acceptance and comfort. Pei Ji's palm moved slightly, as if he wanted to hold her wrist.
However, this action soon stopped in mid-air. The boy hid his right hand in his sleeve, hesitated for a while, and finally took it back.
He remembered his mother's hysterical words: "You are the same as him, who are you?"
Pei Ji raised his dark eyes and looked at the handsome young man on the ring.
The demons' bloodthirstiness and brutality are inherited from generation to generation.
If he also has such filthy blood... then who on earth is he?
At this moment, a soft warmth suddenly enveloped the palm of my hand.
Ningning stood right in front of him, but with her back to him, Pei Ji couldn't see her expression.
The only thing he knew was that she might have seen his giving up and hesitation, and the fingers that were originally pulling at his cuffs were lifted up and held in his palm.
First, a boneless knuckle was used, the fingertips slowly pressed down, and then the entire piece of skin fitted down.
Like water, it has a slight chill and lacks any real feeling.
Obviously, she was the active one, but because her palms were too small, when she put her hands completely on him, she seemed to be trapped in Pei Ji's shackles.
He wondered in confusion, would Ningning and others do the same thing?
When she was chatting and laughing with He Zhizhou, and chatting and laughing with Meng Jue, when the disciples of other sects asked her for the communication address with red faces——
Even just seeing such a scene made him feel irritated.
I don't want her to get too close to other men.
He didn't want her to...touch anyone else's hand except his.
The chaotic thoughts in my mind grew like wild vines, and my long eyelashes drooped, hiding the dark clouds surging in my eyes.
Pei Ji let her hold his right hand and slowly took a step forward.
The two of them were very close, and when he stepped forward, he almost hugged Ningning in his arms, with only a very small distance between them.
The girl was stunned for a moment, but did not avoid him. When she looked up at him, she could smell the fragrance of flowers in her hair.
"Feel sorry."
Pei Ji's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a calm voice: "It's too crowded back there."
The implication is that this action was not his original intention.
The crowds are a great excuse.
Ning Ning showed a look of understanding, saying "I know it". At the same time, there was a lot of noise from the stage and the audience. Someone shouted, "It's started!"
She also smiled and whispered, "Pei Ji, it's started."
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Most of the girls who came here did not come willingly. After all, if you ask yourself, no one would want to be with a moody, murderous demon tyrant.
What's more, there is Miss Zhou as a precedent, which is clearly there.
But they had to come, because Xie Yu gave an order that if they disobeyed, their entire family would be killed.
The demons were already unpopular, and his actions were so crazy that it naturally aroused the rebellious psychology of many girls.
The scene of the princess selection was shrouded in a dark cloud. Some were making ugly faces and some were just going through the motions. Those who didn't know would have thought it was a large group of undertakers gathered together to mourn.
Another beautiful sister who looked like a mollusk finished dancing and left the stage. Xie Yu was so angry that he almost bounced on the chair: "Everyone, pay attention! If the next one fails to satisfy me, don't blame me for being rude!"
Ning Ning whispered to Pei Ji: "The next one will hit the muzzle of the gun, it may be a bit difficult."
As soon as she finished speaking, her expression froze and she stood there.
Suddenly, a golden light appeared on the silent arena.
A figure soaring in the air came gracefully, with an extremely eye-catching round bald head emitting a goose yellow luster. It spun and spun in the air, with its robes flying and golden light all around, like a beautiful egg just out of the bath.
Ningning just wanted to applaud when watching this. The young master Yonggui acted like the flying fairies of Dunhuang when he came on stage, and the following performance would definitely not disappoint.
Dedicated, so dedicated.
His eyes met Xie Yu's from a distance, hesitant to speak, his affection more than his heartlessness, forcing the latter to vomit a mouthful of cake from his mouth. He rolled his eyes and coughed, and said in a hoarse voice: "What the hell is this?"
"I am returning forever, and I am willing to sing a song for the Demon Lord."
Yonggui clasped his hands together, raised his lips and smiled, "Please don't despise me, Demon Lord."
The corners of Xie Yu's mouth twitched noticeably: "Okay."
Ningning in the audience's eyes changed slightly.
Judging from Master Yonggui’s habits, what else could the “song” he mentioned be?
However, it was too late to stop it.
But Yonggui was seen concentrating and frowning, letting out a low growl from his throat, and then speaking tenderly.
"Om Mani Padme Hum, Om Mani Padme Hum."
"It has never changed from the beginning to now. Xie Yu is the brightest star in my heart. Om Mani Padme Hum, the pretty face of the demon king is so graceful, Om Mani Padme Hum, your status will always be the most important - yo! Om Mani, I only care about you, Padme Hum, when will you understand!"
Ningning was stunned.
What kind of genius is it to create an electronic rap version of the Buddhist Mantra with a musical understanding that surpasses the current ten versions! The world of cultivation has found a ghost!
The people in the audience were also stunned.
The monk looked like a madman, with crackling sounds in his mouth as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. As he was reciting, his features gradually became hideous, and white foam and flames flew out of his mouth. That's right, fire.
——Help, this is so scary! He was reciting with a crooked mouth and eyes, and sparks were coming out of his lips! How, how could it be like this!
Yonggui's speech speed became faster and faster, so fast that his lips rubbed together and started fire. The sparks connected in the air and condensed into a small love heart, which was facing Xie Yu.
The scene was so funny that Ningning was stunned and couldn't think of a word.
Don’t ask. If you ask, the answer is that he is a high-level disciple of Buddhism and is not bound by worldly affairs.
The flames and white smoke blurred all other scenery. In the misty white fog, you can only see two lips flapping up and down, like two jumping fish coming to the shore, blooming the most simple beauty at the end of their lives.
The song ended and there was silence.
Yonggui smiled and blinked, looking at Xie Yu shyly.
Xie Yu had a cold face and a cold heart, as if he had gone through a baptism of life, and he looked at him dimly.
Xie Yu: "Someone, get the fork out for me."
Yonggui's face was full of disbelief.
In his estimation, if he sang this carefully composed song, not only would the Demon King cry and beg him to become the emperor, but he would also surely win the first seat in the harem.
As expected of a monster, its aesthetic taste is very different from that of ordinary people and cannot be measured by ordinary eyes. Seeing that the plan was about to fail, the little monk hurriedly looked at Bai Ye who was waiting in the waiting area.
Bai Ye made a "two" gesture to him, meaning to start the backup plan.
So all the audience present witnessed another shocking scene at the same time.
The monk who was possessed by the evil spirit suddenly stood up, his whole body trembling, his eyes filled with blood like a mad bull. As he bent down, he uttered a mad soliloquy: "You won't keep me? You won't keep me? You actually won't keep me?"
The guards drew their swords and Xie Yu gathered his strength to wait. Ning Ning's scalp tingled as she watched. She used voice transmission to ask Bai Ye: "What do you want to do?"
"Our second plan is to play the emotional card and ask him to take us into his harem."
Bai Ye was speechless and choked up, looking up to stop the tears: "The storybooks all say this, as long as you 'tremble all over, your eyes turn red, and whisper in an extremely humble manner', the other person will change his mind."
Ningning: ...
Oh, that's okay.
The young master acted out the performance quite realistically, although his whole body was twitching, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was asking questions in an extremely crazy way.
Perhaps it was because Yonggui's humble murmurs made him look like a psychopath who was mad with rage, or perhaps it was because Xie Yu's remaining patience had reached its limit.
With a muffled sound, the little monk's thin body flew into the air and was knocked to the bottom of the ring by the devil's spiritual energy, with sparks and blood coming out of his mouth.
Bai Ye was horrified: "Young Master!"
"I am doomed to fail. From now on, it all depends on your efforts. Look at the flowers and scenery around you. They are my encouragement to you."
Yonggui took a deep breath and clapped his right hand with the other person's: "Next... I'll leave it to you."
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