Demon World.
With White Emperor City as the core, revolving around this vortex of power, besides the Ghost King Palace, the Heavenly Witch Forest, and the Evil God Pagoda, there were also three great clans that had once been glorious. They were the Ye clan, the Duanmu clan, and the Shadow Fang Tribe. The three great clans were not ranked first or last, each clan had once produced numerous geniuses and experts, each of them individually had strength not inferior to Ghost King Sect. However, a few hundred years ago, Su Beike had wreaked havoc in the Devil Realm, and the Duanmu Clan had become history.
The extermination of the Duanmu Clan had alerted the other clans, sects, and sects of the Ghost Sect: Without a peerless expert to oversee the clan, no matter how glorious a clan was, in the end, it would only be a flash in the pan. In the following hundreds of years, various forces fought to find cultivation geniuses, intending to nurture unparalleled masters who could protect their foundations. However, the Ye family of the Lingyun Mansion took an unconventional path and set their sights on the Demonic Monarch's son.
They first constantly sent out women. As long as the blood of the Ye clan flowed through their veins and they weren't ugly, they would shove them into the Demonic Palace. Who could have expected that after expending so much manpower and resources, the Demon Lord would not take a liking to any of them?
Madam Ye wasn't discouraged. When she learned that Wenren Wei Yang was about to finish the deduction of her martial arts and was ready to take him in as a disciple, she tried her best to figure out what he liked and started to create a "qualified Crown Prince". Generation after generation of "Crown Princes" were born, but they all grew old. In the end, those who didn't make it in time to take Wenren Wei Yang as their master were all brutally killed to prevent the news from leaking out.
Finally, Ye Qiuchi caught up.
Ye Qiuchi had always been worried that he would end up like the dozens of "Crown Princes" before him. One night, his neck would be slit and he would sleep in the darkness forever. That darkness was senseless pain, a crystal flower that would never wither in the eternal night, cold and tasteless.
He would never forget how he felt when he first met Li Hongzhuang. That year, Li Hongzhuang stood under the throne. He was only 15 years old, but he was already a hall master of the Blood-clothed Tower. His gaze was filled with aggression and vigilance, and he was instantly conquered. He knew very well that it wasn't love. It was worship. He also knew very well that the empathy that came from similar experiences wouldn't last long.
It had been a long time since he had the dream of being assassinated.
The night was as cold as water.
He opened his eyes from his sleep, his face gloomy and gloomy. Lifting the blanket, he got out of bed and walked to the window, allowing the silvery moonlight to shine on his face. From the corner of his eye, the bronze mirror reflected a man bathed in moonlight. He had a compelling handsomeness, a cold and noble temperament, and melancholy eyes. Everything about him was perfect. The corners of his mouth gradually curled up. "I can't go back to sleep in the stables, and I can't eat hay to fill my stomach again. Or rather, those things never existed. I am the Demon Crown Prince. When the Azure Dragon sees me, he has to bow. In the near future, the entire Demon Realm will be mine! " 0?
As he muttered to himself, his face was filled with callousness. "Senior Sister, every day you stay in the Heavenly Devil Palace is an additional day of hindrance to me. I'm sorry!"
He put on his clothes and went out without a single attendant. He went straight to the government department.
The government department was responsible for preparing banquets and programs for major festivals. In the Demon Realm, except for the Frost Moon Festival that was established on the 15th of October every year, the other festivals were dispensable. Whether they were important or not naturally depended on the mood of the Demon Lord.
The government department's Hall of Performing Arts was a well-known existence in the Demon Realm. Not only were there talented beauties, but there were also humans, ghosts, Asura, and Rakshasa … The human race was divided into north, south, east, west, and center. The customs of each place were different, so the beauties born were naturally different. In the Asura World, shamans were the unit of measurement. Even if the shamans were adjacent to each other, due to the differences in accents, they could also give birth to different beauties. The two races were also famous for being passionate and unrestrained. There was a popular saying in the Demon Realm that entering the Hall of Performing Arts was equivalent to experiencing the beauties of the Three Realms. This saying was not exaggerated at all.
When Ye Qiuchi came to the government department late at night, it naturally shocked everyone. When the government department's commander, Zhong Wuyan, heard the news, she didn't even change her clothes and hurriedly ran out to welcome him. "Your Highness, I, I'm really too excited … Ah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die … Wu wu …"
Ye Qiuchi, whose hand was held by Zhong Wuyan, couldn't say a word. This Zhong Wuyan had a sallow complexion, a wide nose, a big mouth, and a scar that oozed pus on her forehead. Her hair was messy, coarse, and greasy, and none of her hair was left alone. It was as if she was afraid of being alone and wanted to be entangled with others. The deep blue eyes stared at Ye Qiuchi like a bear that had been starving for an entire winter and was staring at its prey. Just like how no man could resist Li Hongzhuang's charm, no man could resist Zhong Wuyan.
Of course, Ye Qiuchi was a normal man, but at this time, he had to force a smile. "Commander, you're still not resting at this hour. It shows that you're hardworking. Qiuchi should learn from you."
"Oh, I'm really treating you like an outsider, Your Highness," Zhong Wuyan said coquettishly. "If I knew you were coming, I wouldn't have dared to meet you. Your Highness, why didn't you tell me in advance? My heart is still thumping non-stop. You're so annoying. "
"Yes …" Ye Qiuchi felt like there were ten thousand horses galloping in his heart. He had no choice but to force a smile. "I came in a hurry."
"Could it be that Your Highness came here just to see me?" Zhong Wuyan asked expectantly.
"I came to see Senior Martial Sister," Ye Qiuchi said.
"Oh," Zhong Wuyan replied, full of disappointment.
Ye Qiuchi said, "There's something else I want you to help me with."
"Oh?" Zhong Wuyan immediately became spirited.
The two of them sat down and let the attendants look at the tea. Ye Qiuchi was finally able to leave. He secretly sighed in relief and said, "This matter is related to my Senior Martial Sister."
Zhong Wuyan said, "With Landlord Li? Oh, that's not right. She's now a dancing girl under my command. She's no longer a Landlord. She actually dares to disobey His Highness. She's really a shameless slut. "
"Even so …" Ye Qiuchi hesitated.
Zhong Wuyan stared at Ye Qiuchi with jealousy and said, "If Your Highness comes to ask me for her, I'm sorry, but without His Highness's orders, no one can take her away. I want to properly torture her. Who asked her to be born with such a beautiful face and skin so white? And those legs, I really want to chop them off! "
The commander of the Heavenly Devil Palace's Department of Etiquette was actually this kind of woman.
Ye Qiuchi secretly cursed in his heart. His face gradually revealed an indescribable smile. "Commander, sometimes killing someone only needs a good blade. The key lies in the person who uses the blade."
"What do you mean?" Zhong Wuyan narrowed her eyes.
"The person who uses the blade is naturally not you, and naturally not me," Ye Qiuchi said.
"Then who is it?" Zhong Wuyan asked.
"Come closer."
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