Just as he was feeling indignant about this, he heard a growling warning from an elder in the Spiritualization Stage: "Meng Liu! Did you do this on purpose?"
Deliberately let them misunderstand that the two of them were on the same side? And then severely offend their demon king's natal sword?
Oh no, the former natal sword.
The elder used a voice transmitter, and no one except Meng Liu could hear the sound. Meng Liu raised his hand. He didn't expect that there would be such a big blame. He cried out that he was wronged, "I really don't know. I am willing to bet my grandfather's life to swear."
If he had known that this was the sword master of Bu Jianjun, he would not have refused to help her at the beginning.
That is the sword of the Demon Lords of all generations. You have to know that demon cultivators and cultivators are really different. Cultivators only have a few privileges because they are directly taught by their ancestors, but they basically advocate equality. Except for a few who rely on their status and high cultivation to act tyrannically, the world is still very harmonious.
But most of those who choose to become demons are those with twisted and evil minds. Meng Liu is certainly not a good person either. The Xiaoyao Dao itself does not clearly distinguish between good and evil.
Among all the paths, only the path of the common people and the path of killing have clear positioning. One is the righteous path with a pure and legitimate origin, and the other is the innate evil path.
The remaining paths are both good and evil. In other words, good and evil are just a thought away.
Such a chaotic place can easily lead to riots if not properly managed.
Therefore, the demon clan is a place with clear class divisions, and the orders of the superiors are above all else.
The demons have a deep respect for the superiors. To put it bluntly, the status of this sword may be higher than that of the demon king himself, after all, it was born in the demon world.
"I really didn't expect it either." Meng Liu lowered his head, as if in amazement, and finally couldn't help laughing: "So it's the magic sword of Lord Demon."
"But now it seems to have changed hands."
It became the sword of an unknown demon cultivator.
I don't know what the Demon Lord thought after seeing this. He felt very happy. Although he was not the one who got the sword, he knew that his natal sword fell into the hands of others, and he would be furious.
The faces of the demon cultivators present were all very interesting, and it was obvious that they were extremely dissatisfied with this dramatic scene.
How come their sword spirit went out for a stroll and found a Nascent Soul stage sword master? That was the sword of their successive Demon Lords.
Although he is only in the Nascent Soul stage and looks young, powerful spirit swords are only possessed by the strong. Unless the other party is gifted, he will really find a waste.
Bu Jianjun was a person who didn't know what it meant to be low-key, let alone humble. He naturally commanded the people here and asked them to prepare a bigger residence. He treated them as his subordinates. The demon cultivators didn't dare to object. They didn't even have the courage to take a look and hurried out to prepare it for him.
Ye Qiao looked at it and smacked his lips, thinking it was an exaggeration.
Even in the five major sects, the elders don't dare to order people around like this. The worst that can happen is just sweeping the floor.
As a result, in the Demon Realm, Jun Bu Jian completely treated these people as tools to be used at will.
Meng Liu approached her and saw that Ye Qiao was confused. He guessed that with her status, she might have never encountered such a scene before, so he whispered, "It's different." The young man said softly and meaningfully, "Here, the orders of those high-level officials are more important than anything else."
"The positioning of this sword itself..." He moved the corners of his lips, "It is really amazing. In other words, his status is higher than ours."
In other words, Bu Jianjun can do whatever he wants, and as long as he doesn't encounter the Demon Lord, his identity is really useful.
Seeing his explanation, Ye Qiao's eyes lit up slightly, "Then I can just lie down and rely on the sword spirit."
Meng Liu hesitated and glanced at her.
Not only does he chew on small things, he also chews on swords.
No wonder he is so arrogant. Meng Liu nodded, "Theoretically, it is possible."
If he had the Demon Lord's former spiritual sword to rely on, he would have defected with the sword and fled far away long ago. Ye Qiao was really lucky.
With two lolis and a sword spirit, they can easily move around in the demon clan.
The situation was easily suppressed by a sword spirit. It was no problem for Ye Qiao to leave. Seeing this, Meng Liu also wanted to go with him, but he was left behind. The reason was that he had to be punished for trying to defect again.
Meng Liu almost burst into a curse. Why didn't he mention the punishment before? Wasn't he just mad at him for not informing him in advance about not meeting Jun?
But he really didn’t know!!
…
When Meng Liu came back after finishing his punishment, it was already late at night. Those people in the Spirit Transformation Stage perfectly demonstrated what it meant to be responsible. They quickly arranged everything based on Jun Bu Jian's casual words.
Moreover, this temporary residence is protected by two gods, so no one will discover and disturb them in a short period of time.
Meng Liu came back limping, and when he saw Ye Qiao he fell directly on the table, "Why didn't you tell him his identity at the beginning?"
If Ye Qiao had told him in advance, he wouldn't have been blamed for nothing and punished.
Ye Qiao: “…” Who knew that the system of your demon world is so powerful? She only knew that Bu Jianjun was the sword of the Demon Lord, but she didn’t realize that he was the existence second only to the Demon Lord. Anyone who knew about Bu Jianjun would not have to rely on robbery to make a living.
"You didn't recognize it either." She shook the stick at her waist with her fingertips. The black stick was engraved with patterns and looked very small and beautiful.
"I have seen this sword spirit, but its original form didn't look like this before." Meng Liu felt cold sweat dripping down his forehead in pain. "It used to be quite beautiful, more beautiful than it is now."
He couldn't describe the feeling. He reached out his hand to touch it, but he didn't have the courage. Finally, he explained awkwardly, "I didn't expect it to turn into a stick now."
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