After the sedan chair stopped, a shrill voice broke everyone's thoughts.
"The Demon King has arrived, pay your respects!" This was a white cat from the cat demon clan, not yet fully transformed, with distinctive features, including cat ears still hanging on its head.
The demons bowed and said, "May the Demon King live as long as the heavens!"
The demons standing at a distance all bowed their heads in respect.
Even the two little birds beside him lowered their heads slightly.
Ye Shang didn't bow, and no one paid any attention to them.
The cat demon was very satisfied. "The ceremony is complete!"
Only then did the demons dare to slightly raise their heads and look ahead. Many of them were seeing this ruthless demon king for the first time.
Then, smiling, he bowed and stepped forward: "Your Majesty, please~"
The Demon King then stood up and walked out, dressed in a magnificent and dazzling robe. He was graceful and elegant, with deep-set features, a high nose bridge, and a distinct profile. His long, narrow purple eyes looked at the demons.
The moment he appeared, he stole the attention of all the demons.
He possessed an extraordinary, otherworldly beauty, surpassing even the most powerful demons. Even the falling snowflakes seemed to be there to adorn him.
Those who had already seen the Demon King remained calm, while those who hadn't were amazed, exclaiming, "This is the Demon King! I wonder if they'll be this good-looking when they transform into human form!"
Previously, some of the enchantresses were afraid of being chosen as concubines, but now they secretly hope that they will be selected.
Among these demons, only one human's gaze held the depths of an abyss.
Ye Shang's eyes were devoid of any emotion, her gaze dark and unfathomable. The moment she saw the Demon King, she stared intently at the scene before her.
Looking at this demon king who bore an eight-tenths resemblance to Qingli!
The only difference is probably their long, narrow purple eyes. Qingli's eyes are somewhat alluring, but if he looked at her with the same way Qingli usually does, the resemblance would probably be even greater!
Tsk, things are getting interesting. Is the Demon King Qingli's past life? Or something else? It's absolutely impossible to say that the two have no connection.
The Demon King's senses were quite keen; it seemed that some gaze, unlike that of the other demons, was fixed upon him.
He scanned the crowd before him, but did not see anyone with the feeling he had sensed.
The goat priest stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Your Majesty, these standing women are the most talented demon daughters currently. You see..." how was the selection process conducted?
The Demon King glanced at the demon women and saw that each one who met his gaze either lowered her head shyly or was too afraid to look up.
His face remained expressionless; he simply asked, "Is there anything else?"
The goat priest paused for a moment, "Yes, we do have some, but we might need to prepare it a bit more."
He never expected that out of so many enchanting women, the king wouldn't take a liking to any of them.
The Demon King turned around and said calmly, "Go and prepare. Remember to prepare well, as I will choose the most suitable one."
The goat priest could only bow and reply, "Yes."
Until the Demon King returned to the palanquin and was once again carried away by the Soaring Crane Clan, the thin veil fluttering in the cold wind, he rested one hand on the soft table, propped his chin up, and glanced down.
Then, I inadvertently caught a glimpse of someone's face, and noticed that she seemed to be looking in my direction as well.
This increase in elevation brought them closer to the demons on the outer edge.
He only felt his heart skip a beat, and then he didn't care whether he was in a sedan chair or not.
He flew directly out of the sedan chair, and the demons looked at the demon king in surprise, wondering why he would fly out.
Ye Shang sat on a tree branch, watching the sedan chair slowly rise, and then inadvertently saw the scene inside.
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