NCCnovel Chapter 136: 2 chapters 2 in 1
Chapter 136: 2 chapters 2 in 1
"I don't think Senior Yun meant that." The girl said softly, with a hint of helplessness in her tone.
When the Demon Lord gets jealous, he is extremely aggressive, but the damage is not great.
"If that's not what he meant, then what did he mean?" The Devil's eyes turned red, and he seemed to be about to faint with his hands on his chest. The tea master's true form was almost exposed. "Fairy Qin, how many good masters do you have?"
"No, I don't. I have no intention of recognizing Senior Yun as my master!" The girl used her eyes to frantically hint to the Demon Lord to calm down.
"Xiao Yue'er, when you exchanged glances with the Demon Lord, did you mean love between a man and a woman?" Yun Zhihe said with a sour tone and crushed the bed mast without making a sound.
"No, you think too much." The girl held her forehead with her hand as she felt a headache. If she continued like this, she was afraid that the anger in her meridians would be reversed by the two men and she would faint.
Hua Xinfeng's eyes were gloomy. Seeing the reactions of the Demon Lord and the Ghost Prince, he felt a sour feeling in his heart.
Miss Qin is such a good person. After all, the Demon Lord and the Ghost Festival Clan are too paranoid. Unlike him, they don't fight or compete, but only feel sorry for Miss Qin.
The Regent felt that Qin Muyue was willing to take the blame for his sister, which must be because he admired his talent and loved his unconventionality.
The two demons and ghosts who only rely on their status have nothing to offer except their looks. Unlike him, he has both good looks and means. Hua Xinfeng thought calmly: The advantage is mine!
"Some ghosts have serious evil spirits and tend to think too much. Fairy Qin wants to see me alone, unlike some people who are only fit to be invisible and spy." The Demon Lord waved his hand and took down a chair from the storage magic tool, then sat down at the head of the girl's bed with a swagger.
Yun Zhihe sneered. He knew that the Demon Lord was hinting at him not to interfere. But he was not someone who gave up easily. He turned to Qin Muyue with a hint of expectation in his eyes: "Xiaoyue, you won't forget the agreement between you and me, right?"
Qin Muyue's heart tightened. She knew Yun Zhihe was reminding her of his previous promise. She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Senior Yun, I remember it, but there are too many visitors to my humble home and I am a little overwhelmed."
Seeing this, the Demon Lord had a smug smile on his face. He knew that Qin Muyue was rejecting Yun Zhihe, which made him secretly happy.
"Fairy Qin is alone, and she is not in good health. Is this the fun of the ghost clan to torture a mortal like this?" The Demon Lord does not miss any opportunity to discredit his opponents.
"Hehe, Demon Lord, didn't your master teach you to be grateful? If it weren't for my Wanlong Ghost Worker, you wouldn't have lived to this day." Yun Zhihe's next move was to reveal Qin Muyue's secrets. He stared at Qin Muyue with his gorgeous eyes, with deep meaning in his eyes.
Qin Muyue's heart moved. She was curious about the secrets of Yun Zhihe and Mo Zun. Before she gained Xiaoying's recognition, she was sure that she had never seen Mo Zun and Yun Zhihe in the hundred years of her life when she reached the Jindan stage.
Why do they all seem to be very familiar with her?
A trace of cruelty flashed in the eyes of the Demon Lord. He didn't want the little master to think of Yun Zhihe. He smiled wickedly: "Didn't you take the Wanlong Ghost Work back? That thing is not very useful. Your Highness Yun still treats it as a treasure?"
Yun Zhihe sneered, his eyes were full of sarcasm, and his voice was a little colder: "When Lord Demon is alone, doesn't he still rely on shelter? Between you and me, why do we have to pretend in front of her? Between Xiaoyue and I, how can others easily interfere?"
"In everything, there is always a priority between legitimate and illegitimate children. I was obviously the first one to come here, and those who came later should be betrayed by me!" The difference between legitimate and illegitimate children is deeply rooted in the Demon Lord's heart. He is the eldest legitimate son who may be promoted to the legal husband by the junior master at any time, but Yun Zhihe, a mere son, is unwilling to give Yunshan's divine artifact Wanlong Guigong to the junior master.
In terms of loving money more than life, Yun Zhihe is the loser!
Yun Zhihe could see that the Demon Lord’s head was full of the ideas of the little men in Houtu Kingdom, and his greatest pursuit in life was to take care of his wife and children.
As a person from the Western Wilderness, he could not understand and was greatly shocked. He could only patiently say, "It seems that the Demon Lord does not understand reason. Then I also know a little bit of boxing."
"Your Highness Yun has just been promoted to the Mahayana stage recently. Unlike me, the Night Marquis, who was harmed by a traitor and whose cultivation was suppressed to the Great Perfection of the Return to Void Stage." The Demon Lord said as he gently covered his chest and cast a determined look at the girl. "But I will not give up easily. There are three important things for men in Houtu Country. First, the wife, second, the wife again, and third, the wife's eldest son!"
Hua Xinfeng and Yun Zhihe looked at the Demon Lord with unfamiliar eyes. They found it hard to believe that there was a purely virtuous man in the Langhuan Realm who was completely different from them.
"So, I will never fall!" The demonic energy of the Demon Lord surged.
"Hey, Lord Demon, His Royal Highness the First Prince, we are allies, can you please give me some face and try to only compete in swordsmanship and not cause any damage?" Hua Xinfeng thought that it was okay for Zhan Chunyuan to be killed, and his eyes moved between the Demon Lord and Yun Zhihe, hoping that the two would listen to his advice. After all, if this competition got out of control, not only would Zhan Chunyuan suffer, but Miss Qin would also be injured by mistake.
Mo Zun and Yun Zhihe looked at each other, and both could sense the fighting spirit in the other's heart. But they were not ignorant of the big picture, and they had to remain elegant even if they were jealous.
The two came to the open space in the courtyard. Bai Yueguang pushed Qin Muyue into the small pavilion, and Hua Ling pulled Hua Xinfeng to sit on both sides of the girl.
Yan Shiyin, Lu Yaoguang and others stood upright behind the girl, as if their duty was not to protect the Demon Lord.
“In that case, I will only use my sword skills to defeat His Highness Yun.” The Demon Lord said in a cold voice. He flipped his hand and summoned the magic sword Jiemie.
The ancient magic sword trembled slightly, emitting a bloody evil aura.
Yun Zhihe smiled slightly, and a layer of ghostly aura like ink splashed on his sword, and the air around him seemed to become colder because of it.
"Master Demon, please."
The tips of their swords slowly pointed at each other, and the atmosphere in the courtyard became tense again.
Qin Muyue and other onlookers held their breath, waiting for them to start fighting.
The Demon Lord's swordsmanship is fierce and domineering, and every sword carries a blazing demonic fire, as if it can split the sky and the earth in half.
The attacks were as fierce as fire but with good order, and each sword was aimed directly at Yun Zhihe's vital points.
Yun Zhihe used his sword as a pen to paint the beautiful mountains and rivers, and wrote in wild ink. His sword skills seemed casual, but he was always able to resolve the Demon Lord's attacks at the critical moment.
The two men's swordsmanship had their own merits, and for a moment it was difficult to tell who was better.
The tips of their swords kept colliding in the air, and with a turn of their wrists, the sword tips pointed at the head and neck.
Yun Zhihe swung out a sword, the sword energy was like an ink line, and in the instant of swinging it had already unleashed several powerful killing moves.
The Demon Lord's body moved like mist. After a few flashes, the sword of Silence drew a flash of blood and hit his opponent's head.
Yun Zhihe swung a sword flower and quickly returned to defense, the ink color blocked the blood light, and slapped the hilt with one hand, letting the sword hang on the opponent's nirvana and rotate, and the sword body suddenly burst out with an attack of the Dao of life and death.
The moment the Demon Lord had no choice but to drop his sword, Yun Zhihe struck out with his palm with all his strength. Although the Demon Lord raised his demonic energy in time to counter the palm.
After all, the preparation time is different and the damage is also different.
Boom boom boom! The ground shook violently and cracked, smoke gushed out, the Demon Lord took two steps back, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Isn't it just a contest of swordsmanship?" The Demon Lord gritted his teeth, secretly hating the other party's shamelessness in not following the rules of the game.
"The Dao rhyme has turned into a sword. I can't not use the sword, right?" Yun Zhihe clasped his hands together, smiling.
Hua Xinfeng thought to himself that if he fought with them, especially the hidden Yun Zhihe, he would probably not be able to gain the upper hand.
Qin Muyue watched with rapt attention. Every dog loves to watch men fighting.
Hua Ling was also very excited, holding the communication jade slip and frantically posting on the forum to discuss "Shocking, one of my friends is loved by everyone, and the Demon Lord and the Ghost Prince are jealous of her and are fighting over her!"
Liu Ruyan and Yan Shiyin secretly memorized the Demon Lord's weaknesses. Although the Demon Lord disguised himself as Qin Muyue's disciple, his heart was worth killing, so they kept it in mind just in case.
Lu Yaoguang's blood boiled as he watched. Their Wanjian Sect had gathered the strengths of hundreds of sects. Only by watching a few more sword fights between the demons and ghosts could they know themselves and the enemy better and win every battle.
"Demon Lord, although your swordsmanship is domineering, it is not enough to defeat me." Yun Zhihe said lightly, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
The Demon Lord snorted coldly, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "Yun Zhihe, you are just too despicable."
The two people's eyes met in the air, as if sparks were flashing. They both knew that this competition had just begun, and the real battle was still to come.
Qin Muyue watched the two people arguing and couldn't help feeling a little worried.
If Demon Lord and Yun Zhihe continue to demolish the house, Zhanchunyuan will become uninhabitable.
She pretended to cough weakly a few times, which immediately attracted the attention of the Demon Lord and Yun Zhihe.
"Xiao Yue'er, where do you feel uncomfortable? Let me take your pulse." Yun Zhihe put away his sword and walked over.
"Master... cough Fairy Qin, could it be that the wind created by His Highness Yun's sword energy was so strong that the evil cold entered your lungs?" The Demon Lord hinted at someone in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
The girl coughed weakly, her pretty face as pale as fragile porcelain. "Two seniors, let's end today's competition here. Qin is not feeling well, and I'm afraid I can't watch any longer."
Seeing this, Hua Xinfeng also took the opportunity to say, "Miss Qin must be tired. Today's competition has been exciting enough. It is better to stop here to avoid hurting her."
The Demon Lord and Yun Zhihe looked at each other, and both understood that today's competition could no longer continue.
The Demon Lord snorted coldly, put away his magic sword Jiemie, turned around and walked towards Qin Muyue, and asked with concern: "Fairy Qin, are you feeling unwell? Can I make some soup for you?"
Yun Zhihe was not willing to be outdone. He pulled out a strand of red silk thread, wrapped it around the girl's fair wrist, and closed his eyes slightly to feel her pulse.
"Fairy Qin, you have to be alert. The person who diagnoses the pulse with a thread is not necessarily a doctor." The Demon Lord was unable to warm the girl's hands and his face was full of resentment.
The girl was busy pretending to be sick, and lowered her eyes to think about what to eat for lunch today, for fear of revealing her flaws. She did not notice the puppy-like eyes of the Demon Lord, which frantically hinted that he was hurt and wanted to comfort him.
"Two seniors, I'm really fine, just a little tired." Qin Muyue said softly, trying to calm the tension of the two.
Yun Zhihe opened his eyes, retracted the red thread, and said calmly: "Xiao Yue'er's internal breath is stable, there is nothing wrong, it's just that she stayed up late and was tired, her divine light is deficient, she needs to rest well."
Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord smiled in relief, then became concerned: "In this case, Fairy Qin should have a good rest. I will not disturb you to rest."
Hua Xinfeng secretly shook his head at the two unpromising allies. He knew that this was not a solution and he had to find a way to divert the attention of the two.
"Today's competition is over, why don't we talk about our next plan?" Hua Xinfeng suggested, trying to get them thinking about business.
"In that case, Xiaoyue'er, take good care of yourself. I will follow Prince Hua Xinfeng to the Demon King Palace to have a chat." Yun Zhihe said.
The Demon Lord also put away his magic sword and cast a gentle look at Qin Muyue: "Fairy Qin, have a good rest. I will come to see you tomorrow."
Hua Xinfeng walked over and asked the two big Buddhas to leave. Finally, no one was bothering Miss Qin anymore.
The girl took Bai Yueguang's tea and took a sip, then picked up the storybook and continued reading until the crucial moment.
Hua Ling continued to post on the forum excitedly. After today's competition, a group of female cultivators who trade stocks burst out on the forum and started arguing about whether the Demon Lord was more affectionate or whether the Ghost Clan's eldest prince had the upper hand because he was closer to the water.
On the other side, in the Demon King Palace, at the Eight Directions Immortals Table, Hua Xinfeng sat in the main seat as the host, while Lady Ying and Marquis Jimo sat below.
Hua Xinfeng said to Mo Zun and Yun Zhihe: "Everyone, the demon race has the confidence to invite you two here, naturally because the demon world has found a way to break the human-demon separation formation."
"Oh? I remember that this formation was set up by the goddess Yaoyue. Who can stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods?" Yun Zhihe's heart moved slightly, and a suspect emerged in his mind.
"Of course it's the Ghost Dragon Lord who can rival the gods with his mortal body."
Jimo Hou confidently interrupted his own regent and said, "Ghost Dragon Lord is a noble of our demon race. The method of breaking the formation he sent is extremely precious. He also handed over the captured clan leaders to us to threaten Fuguang Immortal Venerable not to attack the demon race."
"So, only your demon clan has the golden medal of immunity from death to rely on. In this way, it will be difficult for the ghost clan to resist the temptation of joining the demon clan." Yun Zhihe immediately realized how heavy the bargaining chips of the demon clan were, so heavy that even the number one man in the world could not act rashly.
"So many heavyweight high-ranking people in the world of immortal cultivation are imprisoned by the demon clan. Our demon clan is adjacent to the demon world, but we can't get any information at all. The Dream-Eating Alliance is really clever." The Demon Lord asked secretly. He was able to find out the information of the Ghost Moon Sect in the demon world. Is he born with the body of a traitor?
Lady Ying smiled softly, sending a wink to the Demon Lord, and said coquettishly: "When the battle begins, the Floating Life, Dream and Death formation will be activated, and it will be even more difficult for the Immortal Cultivation World to rescue those sect masters and sword masters~!"
"Then how can this gamble be without the presence of the demon clan? I'm all in." The demon king looked at his nose and his heart, looking like a good boy. He was different from the vixen and the voluptuous ghost Yun Zhihe. He was the future husband of the little master, and he must be the head of the wife and follow the husband's way.