Chapter 4059
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This demonic energy, how … how could it be so pure?
Even Youyue, who is at the peak of the Demon Lord, cannot cultivate such pure demonic energy.
Who is this Ye Liangchen?
Just as the shocking thought flashed through her mind, she heard an earth-shattering bang coming from the magic crystal platform.
The huge blast overturned hundreds of people in the center of the Crimson Star Square.
It also made Yu Ying and the others who were close to the magic crystal platform step back again and again.
Youyue did not retreat.
She stretched out her small hand, and a blood-colored shield appeared in front of her to block the blast.
But the horror on her face could not be concealed at all.
Her [Five Ghost Yin Wind Sword Array] was broken?
How could this be?!
That Ye Liangchen, how did he do it?!
Bang –!!
The huge impact hit the shield.
Youyue only felt her hand go numb.
The blood-colored shield dissipated into bits of demonic energy.
A cold sword was placed on her neck, and the pure demonic energy seeped into her body through her skin, bringing the threat of death.
Youyue looked up in a daze, and met the youth's incomparably handsome face and shimmering peach blossom eyes.
The light pink thin lips slowly approached, and a slightly hoarse voice rang in her ears.
"Is it fun to watch others struggle in the [Five Ghost Yin Wind Sword Array]? Do you want to go to the same place and try it yourself? "
A moist and warm breath fell on her face, with the unique cool breath of a youth.
The beautiful eyebrows and eyes were very close, and the thick and long eyelashes gently blinked. A pair of peach blossom eyes could captivate one's soul.
Youyue's little face suddenly turned red.
She suddenly realized that the youth in front of her was really good-looking.
Almost every inch of him was in line with her aesthetic taste, directly stabbing her heart.
Her eyes blinked, and her face showed a cute expression, "Little brother, don't be angry, I was just joking with you. I know I was wrong, little brother, can you forgive me? "
Mu Yan: "…"
Why did she feel that she met a female version of Li Weiran?
It was a big headache, okay?
Taking a deep breath, Mu Yan loosened Youyue's collar, and said coldly, "Now can you announce the result of the Crimson Star City competition?"
Youyue blinked her big eyes again, and said cutely, "Little brother, what's so fun about marrying a princess? Why don't you marry me? I promise I will take good care of you. You don't have to do anything at home, just enjoy yourself. You're responsible for being as beautiful as a flower, and I'm responsible for making money to support the family. Isn't this better than being the Emperor's son-in-law? Don't blame me for not reminding you that Her Royal Highness already has a husband! "
Mu Yan: "…"
How could this guy change his expression faster than flipping a book?
Just a moment ago, he was still calling them trash, saying that they were unworthy of marrying the princess. It would be best if all of them died here.
Now, it had become that being the Emperor's son-in-law wasn't that great?
Muyan says with an expressionless face: "Can you announce the result of the match?"
You Yue bit her finger with a look of unwillingness.
She paced back and forth on the armchair with her bare feet. "If I secretly bring him back and lock him up, he shouldn't find out, right? There are so many participants, it doesn't matter if one is missing! "
"Ahem …" A burly man behind him couldn't help but remind him, "Boss, don't blame me for not reminding you. Before the competition started, all the participants' information has been registered. What's more, everyone in the Red Star Square has seen it."
"Boss, it's just a small matter for you to kill a demon without eyes. But if you dare to ruin the Demon Senior's consort recruitment, I'm afraid that Lord Min Wei will be the first to not let you off. "
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