The conversation seemed relaxed, but when Yan Chaosheng mentioned the "Xiangyao Clan" in an understatement, Su Lun smiled brightly on his face, but almost broke out in a cold sweat on his back.

When Yan Chaosheng left, Su Lun looked around and touched his neck. It was good, his head was still there.

Having followed Yan Chaosheng for hundreds of years, Su Lun was considered his confidant, but Su Lun never really understood this master.

The Fox clan is very cunning, and Su Lun is the most well-informed person in the Bahuang, but he doesn't know much about Yan Chaosheng.

It is said that when Yan Chaosheng was still young, he went to Kongsang Fairyland as a half-demon to learn arts. He had half human blood and half demon snake blood. At that time, everyone thought that the demon snake blood was just an ordinary demon snake.

Seven hundred years ago and now were very different. At that time, the Immortal Clan was the leader, and the Demon Clan had no status at all, not to mention the Snake Clan, which sounded disgusting and slimy.

Mortals hate Yan Chaosheng, and the immortal disciples regard him as a dirty and despicable thing.

His path to spiritual practice was extremely bumpy, and he even suffered the pain of soul-picking. Later, Yan Chaosheng rebelled and burned his body. That night, the entire Kongsang was trampled and turned into ruins. Yan Chaosheng became the first demon ghost since the Eight Wastes.

Since then, he has re-entered Taoism as a ghost cultivator.

A young ghost cultivator can be described as a genius. In just a few hundred years, his cultivation has advanced thousands of miles, and finally he became a demon king and unified the two realms. No one can remember the glory of Kongsang Wonderland hundreds of years ago, only that it is all-powerful now.

Your Majesty the Demon King.

But Su Lun didn't know the origin of Yan Chaosheng, and the ancient Xiangyao clan was an unspeakable secret in Bahuang.

Certain clans from ancient times have been passed down to this day, just like the blood of mortal nobles, born with abundant spiritual power, which makes people yearn for and respect them.

Such as Changliu in the east, Buzhou Mountain in the west, Kunlun in the north, and Kongsang in the south.

These fairies and immortal kings who have received ancient inheritance are superior to others when they are born. Even the heirs of the heavenly kings will be selected from these clans. But few people know that a long time ago, Xiang Yao's spiritual power was so powerful that he once surpassed all the immortals.

They have been kings of the fairy world for generations. Later, because of their arrogance and ruthlessness, they were almost all mad kings. They were suppressed and exterminated by other clans in ancient times, and no one was left.

However, no one knows that the Xiangyao clan that was supposed to be extinct has the last person left - Yan Chaosheng, who is half of the Xiangyao family.

Hundreds of years ago, the moment he found out about Yan Chao's bloodline by accident, Su Lun sweated coldly and immediately knelt down.

Yan Chaosheng propped up his chin, sitting high on the demon clan's throne, looking at Su Lun's slightly trembling appearance with interest.

At that moment, his bloodline was indifferent, contemptuous, and cruel.

Yan Chaosheng did not kill him, but just smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, since it is a secret, a second person must know it, so that it does not live up to its terrible nature. I will keep you, and when the third person knows, I will take you."

The day of life."

He kept his word and never killed Su Lun. Also because he knew the secret of the demon king, Su Lun knew that he would not be able to get off the pirate ship.

I had to put away my messy thoughts and be honest and loyal to Yan Chaosheng.

But today, he never expected that mentioning Liu Shuang would bring up this topic.

At that moment, Su Lun felt that his head on his neck was in danger.

Looking at the lush and gorgeous phoenix tree in the palace, Su Lun smiled bitterly. There was only so much he could do for his empress.

A man's heart is like iron, but a king's heart is unpredictable. Whether it is a blessing or a disaster is unknown.

Yan Chaosheng, who has gone through all kinds of humiliation and swords, is by no means a gentle character.

Everything from now on depends on Liu Shuang's fate.

On the other side, after Yan Chaosheng and Su Lun said goodbye, they stepped into the Wuqing Palace. Inside the palace, there was a white cold pool with no bottom.

The entire ghost realm believed that the Wuqing Hall was a place for him to heal his wounds, so no one was allowed to set foot there on weekdays. A trace of sarcasm flashed in Yan Chaosheng's eyes, he sat down cross-legged, waved his hand, and a gentle and beautiful figure slowly floated up from the cold pool.

soul.

But if there is an expert around, one can see at a glance that under her skin, her soul is full of evil energy, and she is a fierce ghost who is unwilling to accept her anger.

Soul Bliss saluted and said softly: "Little master, if I feel right, was there a ghost rain in the ghost domain last night?"

Yan Chaosheng responded: "Not bad."

The woman was very happy, with a strange brilliance in her eyes. She murmured with joy on her face: "Great, after waiting for tens of thousands of years, this day has finally arrived. In the Yin year, the evil spirits of the Eight Wastelands are the most serious. As long as you get the emblem

With the spiritual heart, the Xiangliu family can regain their ancient glory!"

She looked crazy and said: "We have been waiting for a hundred years, when will we get the heart of Huiling?"

Yan Chaosheng said: "It's not yet time, the blood is impure, and the power of Hui Ling cannot play its full role. Wait until she survives this disaster."

The woman suppressed her smile, and her originally bright and gentle face became twisted and horrifying, and blood slowly flowed from her orifices. She looked at Yan Chaosheng suspiciously, and said in a sad voice: "You always use this kind of rhetoric to refuse to take the heart, and she

After being together for hundreds of years, you shouldn’t be reluctant to part with us, right?”

Yan Chaosheng narrowed his eyes: "Mengji, you have overstepped your bounds."

The woman tried to read something from his face. Yan Chaosheng's eyes were gloomy and indifferent. There was only the cold anger when his majesty was violated, and nothing else was out of the ordinary.

The woman returned to her normal and gentle look: "It's Mengji's fault. Mengji has been looking forward to this day so much. There is also one last bottle of mandarin dew, feed her to drink, and Huiling's heart will mature."

Yan Chaosheng tapped his finger on the wall of Hanchi leisurely and said: "I know it all, I don't need you to remind me over and over again."

The woman giggled and sank into the cold pool.

Yan Chaosheng picked up the sapphire porcelain vase on the table and walked out of the Wuqing Palace.

When he returned, Liu Shuang was squatting under the Phoenix tree, studying how it "resurrected from the dead".

She was full of doubts. When she saw him, she said hesitantly: "Husband, why can't I feel life from the Phoenix tree?"

As long as everything is alive, it is always alive. The phoenix tree is obviously more lush and beautiful than before, but it is lifeless.

Yan Chaosheng looked at her for a while and said with a smile: "Maybe the spiritual power is different. After all, it is something spawned by ghosts."

Liu Shuang nodded and expressed her understanding. She was not unreasonable enough to let a demon conjure magical powers.

Yan Chaosheng said: "Come here."

He hugged Liu Shuang and sat down on the swing. Because he was back, Gui Die would never dare to come. Chang Huan was not in the yard usually, so they were the only two people left in this world.

Liu Shuang said: "Husband, what's wrong?"

Yan Chaosheng didn't speak, he just held her like this, his hand around her waist very tight. Liu Shuang reached out to touch the wrinkles between his brows, and she felt something was wrong: "Are you worried?"

After hearing this, Yan Chaosheng said lightly: "No." He stared at Liu Shuang in his arms. She was so sad yesterday, but she was coaxed and looked bright again today.

Her eyes are filled with smiles and intimacy, like spring flowers blooming in March, making people unable to help but be infected by her and feel happy.

He curled his lips and took out the sapphire porcelain bottle in his arms. The bad mood just now seemed to be just Liu Shuang's illusion.

Liu Shuang glanced at the sapphire porcelain bottle in his hand, reached for it and opened it. When he was about to drink it, his hand was held down.

She raised her eyes and saw Yan Chaosheng's obscure eyes. He said, "Why do you drink so happily and you are not afraid of pain?"

Liu Shuang said embarrassedly: "I'm a little scared, but I can't let my husband coax me all the time."

Liu Shuang would drink the green morning dew in the sapphire porcelain bottle once every ten years. Yan Chaosheng said that it was something that could protect her from being corroded by ghosts. Marrying a ghost with a fairy body had to pay a price.

The first time she drank it, her bones trembled with pain and she almost screamed. He looked at her coldly and let her endure it for a while.

After that, Liu Shuang almost had a shadow of Hancui Chaolu. He always found excuses to hide away, but he never succeeded. He could always expose her tricks easily.

But Yan Chaosheng was so strange today, Liu Shuang thought, this time she planned to get rid of the long-term pain rather than the short-term pain, but the complicated-looking person turned into Yan Chaosheng.

Yan Chaosheng held her hand and the porcelain bottle.

"Husband, you hurt me." Liu Shuang couldn't help but say.

Yan Chaosheng closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the complications were gone, and he let go of her hand.

Liu Shuang glanced at the sapphire bottle: "Then shall I drink?"

Yan Chaosheng's tone was cold: "Yeah."

Too many things have happened between them recently, and Yan Chaosheng has coaxed her more often than in the past year. Although Liu Shuang is a coquettish person, she is actually very strong and not overly pretentious.

She suppressed her inner timidity, and even though she was mentally prepared for the moment when Han Cui Chao Lu broke out, she was still shivering in pain. She couldn't help but bite her lip, almost bleeding, to stop moaning.

Make a sound.

Yan Chaosheng looked at her coldly at first, then laughed, pinched her chin, and handed her her wrist over.

Liu Shuang pressed her heart, which was almost broken and seemed to be reorganizing. She didn't understand what he was doing and didn't move for a while.

Yan Chaosheng said: "Bite me if it hurts."

Liu Shuang held on and shook her head. His eyes became darker and he simply forced his wrist into her mouth.

"I'll bite you if I ask you to!"

Liu Shuang was dumbfounded as she held Yan Chaosheng's pale wrist in her mouth. She didn't know what happened to Yan Chaosheng. He dispelled the immortal body of the demon king and did not make any defense. If she bites him, he will definitely be dripping with blood.

How could she be willing to hurt him? Finally, Liu Shuang endured the pain and kissed Yan Chaosheng's pale wrist gently on the raised bones.

Yan Chaosheng was stunned for a long time, and finally hugged her tightly and laughed.

Maybe Liu Shuang was confused by the pain, but at that moment, she actually felt that Yan Chaosheng's laughter was decisive and sad.

After a while, the pain passed.

A cold kiss was placed on the forehead.

But when she looked again, Yan Chaosheng had disappeared at some point, and she was left alone on the swing. Liu Shuang blinked and touched his forehead. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the kiss was reality or an illusion.

Yan Chaosheng rarely kissed her. Master Yaogui didn't have this habit. Sometimes she would pretend to kiss him, and he would pinch her cheek with a sneer and say ruthlessly, "Go away."

Even when he was passionate and affectionate for the few times in the past hundred years, he always tried to restrain himself. Every time he came to her lips, he seemed to turn a corner and nibble on her other parts with hatred and love.

Liu Shuang stretched out her hand to hold her heart. Every time she drank the morning dew, her heart's toughness would become stronger. After all, it was indeed good for her health.

Liu Shuang counted the days, and the evil fire of Canglan Lake was coming soon. When she was a child, she was protected by her brothers, sisters, and elders. Now that she has grown up, it has become her responsibility to protect the younger generations of Canglan Lake.

Only by helping and loving each other can a race be passed on for a long time.

Liu Shuang called out: "Chang Huan."

After a while, Chang Huan came in and asked, "What's the matter, Madam?"

"Ask Qingluan to help me bring a letter back to Canglan Lake to Grandpa Shu. Just say that I will return to Canglan Lake in a few days to protect them from the evil fire." Liu Shuang thought for a while, then shook his head, "Wait a minute.

!Let’s talk about it later.”
Chapter completed!