Xinglan asked in confusion, "What are you afraid of!"

Huo Yichen gritted his teeth and emphasized, "Yun Qingyan is a demon clan!"

Everyone said, "Oh."

Huo Yichen: "?!" Oh? It's over with just a sound? Why is the reaction so dull!

"So what if Sister Yun is a demon? Anyway, I just need to know that she is Sister Yun." Yu Dafa said.

The others nodded, "Yes.

We are following Yun Qingyan, not her identity.”

Huo Yichen: "..." I really don't know whether these guys are big-hearted or ignorant and fearless?

Emperor Jiuque's narrow and cold eyes couldn't help but glance at Yu Dapang several times.

I vaguely understood why Yun Qingyan had such a good relationship with them.

Immediately, his murderous gaze fell on Huo Yichen.

Huo Yichen smiled and waved his hand quickly, "Demon Clan? So what about the Demon Clan! Hahaha, I haven't seen the Demon Clan before. It's no big deal."

Only then did Emperor Jiuque slowly withdraw his gaze.

Huo Yichen breathed a sigh of relief. In an instant, he really had the illusion that he would be killed by the other party.

The atmosphere had just slowed down, and a sharp scream broke the tranquility

"Demon Clan? Yun Qingyan is a Demon Clan!"

A referee keenly saw only a little sharp corners appearing on Yun Qingyan's forehead.

Others who were struggling to fight with the puppets all looked over.

Including Fu Ling'er, who has always been safe and sound with her father's protective spiritual weapon.

However, unlike others, her eyes fell on the man with a tall figure with a sarcastic robe.

Shui Ling's eyes widened instantly, her lips stuttered, and she made an incredible sound.

"Nine...Nine Que Zun...Prince."

The maid who was protecting her beside her also looked over in surprise.

How could that person appear in the lower realm?

Emperor Jiuque frowned, hugged Yun Qingyan and left.

Fu Ling'er held her fingers into the palm of her hand, and the force was so strong that bloodshot appeared faintly.

Although the surroundings were filled with black fog, she was sure that she read it right.

That's the person she's always dreaming about!

Such a noble person would be condescending to be noble and holding a woman, which she could not imagine before.

How many times did she dream about it at midnight, and she was gently held in her arms by him.

"Your Highness Ling'er, have you read it wrong?" asked the two maids who didn't see Di Jiuque.

Fu Ling'er sneer sneered at the corner of her mouth, destroying all the innocent and lively aura.

"You can't read it wrong, it's the Lord."

Moreover... Fu Ling'er's eyes were slightly closed and she clenched her palms.

What he was holding in his arms was Yun Qingyan!

She should have thought that Feng Liao was so respectful to Yun Qingyan, and it was very likely that it was not because he liked Yun Qingyan, but because... Yun Qingyan was his future mistress!

Damn it! She was so stupid before. She wanted to establish a good relationship with Feng Liao, and took the initiative to show her goodwill to Yun Qingyan.

Now when she thinks about her previous behavior, she is so ashamed and angry that she is even more annoyed and angry that she wishes to tear Yun Qingyan into pieces.

"Come on, let's go back to Sifang City. I want to tell my mother about this." Fu Ling'er's eyes swept across those who were corroded by the black fog without any waves, and turned and left.

The almond eyes shine with luster, haha... How could the palace master of the Ninth Palace of the Divine Realm be with the demons?

Only she is the most suitable person.

If the emperor is willing to marry her, all the forces in Sifangcheng will be under the command of the Nine-Level Palace. If the two families are combined, they will be able to dominate the world!
Chapter completed!