Demon Becoming the Lord

"What are you looking at? Go away, I'm competing with the prodigal son!"

Dongfang Hongdou panicked too, and when he looked far away, he immediately stopped and shouted. When the palace ladies hurriedly left, she grimaced again and killed Xiao Lang.

Xiao Lang was relieved when he saw Dongfang Hongdou stopped. Unexpectedly, she started to attack frantically again, she could only laugh bitterly, her eyes kept flashing, while avoiding, she thought about countermeasures.

"Miss Red Bean, Big Sister Red Bean, my grandmother, stop beating, I really didn’t mean it. And I didn’t see anything. I promise I’m absolutely rotten in my stomach. God knows you know how. ?"

"Dongfang Hongdou, stop fighting, fight again, I'm angry!"

"Auntie, ancestor, I was wrong, can't you count me wrong? You can set conditions, as long as you can extinguish the fire, whatever conditions are easy to say..."

"Why don't I kowtow to you? Should I give you a stabbing, three, ten?"

Xiao Lang played both soft and hard, and kept persuading that as long as Dongfang Hongdou responded, he could stab him ten times, as long as he didn't kill him!

If this matter is spread out, not only will he have no face to meet people, but the Xiao family is afraid to come back. The most important thing is that he has no face to meet his aunt...

just--

No matter what Xiao Lang said, Dongfang Hongdou attacked silently, but his footwork became more and more messy, and his attack became messy. He clenched his delicate lips and did not cry.

After a while, Dongfang Hongdou staggered and almost fell to the ground. She finally stopped, no longer staring at Xiao Lang fiercely. Instead, she squatted down, wrapped her hands around her shoulders, sobbed in a low voice, her shoulders trembled like a helpless child.

"Snapped!"

Xiao Lang slapped his face, looking at Dongfang Hongdou from a distance, and said more urgently: "Don't cry, it's me who is wrong, I'm sorry Miss Hongdou, come on, you kill me, I won't hide! "

Xiao Lang was most afraid of girls crying, especially if it was caused by himself. Dongfang Hongdou and him were friends. She cried Xiao Lang and felt that she was inferior to a beast, and she simply gave up.

Dongfang Hongdou raised her head and glanced, Xiao Lang who kept slapped herself, stopped crying, her eyes like autumn water filled with tears, she gritted her teeth and looked at Xiao Lang deeply, then stood up and ran away crying. …

"Malle Gobi, this **** banquet would have long since been here!"

Looking at the Dongfang Hongdou rushing away, Xiao Lang shook his head suddenly, let out a few long breaths, walked into the Tingchao Pavilion, holding his head in a daze.

After sitting for a long time, he sighed and raised his head. His face didn't have the panic and helplessness just now, only his stomach full of fire.

Dongfang Hongdou should not commit suicide. She has a cheerful and hot personality, so obviously she will not talk nonsense about this matter. It's just that I will face her somehow later.

Marry Dongfang Hongdou? Let Xiao not die to propose marriage?

Xiao Lang shook his head. Even though things can be done in this way, he can still give Dongfang Hongdou an explanation.

It's just that Xiao Lang never thought of marrying in his heart. This is also the reason why Xiao Qingyi asked him to refuse directly.

He is a traverser, a person who does not belong to this world, let alone the Xiao family, he has no sense of existence or integration in this world!

Liu Ya is a widow, and she was also a **** before. He asked Liu Ya, and his heart was not so entangled. If he wants him to marry, he instinctively resists, how can he marry his biological son before he has fully integrated into this world?

"Well, no matter what, there must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. I didn't read the almanac when I went out today. What a shame!

Xiao Lang scratched his head, but his mind automatically appeared, those two round greasy white buttocks, and the trickling clear spring, an evil fire rushed up immediately, and the bottom was as hard as an iron hammer...

He secretly despised himself, and his mood was gradually restored. Looking up at the three big characters of dragons and phoenix dancing on the pavilion, I couldn't help feeling a little speechless.

Listen to Chao Pavilion?

Today, I really listened to it live... the ebb and flow.

Sitting in the pavilion for a small meeting again, Xiao Lang had plans to return to Tsing Yi Pavilion several times, but he stopped when he thought of the Yunzishan invitation. Just when he made up his mind and was about to sneak away, a court lady walked quickly and shouted from afar: "The prodigal son, your Royal Highness, please!"

Xiao Lang's complexion immediately returned to normal, and after taking a few breaths, he followed the maid towards the main hall.

The main hall is very large and very beautiful. There are purple trinkets everywhere, full of romance and girlish feelings. It is obvious that Yun Zishan has spent a lot of thoughts on this palace.

There are many people in the palace, seated on the left and right sides, the son on the left and the lady on the right. The purple shirt is dressed in purple, like a blooming tulip, exuding a seductive fragrance.

Xiao Lang's gaze did not stay on Yun Zishan's body, but quickly swept away the ladies on the right, and found that Dongfang Hongdou was not there. Then he breathed a sigh of relief. The first few vacancies walked.

"Wow!"

Xiao Lang's arrival caused the inside of the hall to explode, especially Zuo Ming, Xiao Kuang, Dongfang Indiran and others who were sitting first, their expressions changed slightly. They had lost the gambling contract, and as long as Xiao Lang had a chance, they had to retreat. Yun Zishan held a poem banquet, and they were naturally invited, but unexpectedly, the princess actually invited Xiao Lang, a stubborn son!

"This is Young Master Xiao Lang?"

"Why did he come? It's not rumored that he grew up in the mountains? What poetry feast did he come to attend?"

"Sure enough, the prodigal son is the same as Voice Transmission. He looks mediocre, but he is quite powerful!"

In the hall, countless talented men and women, young masters and ladies who hadn't seen Xiao Lang, started talking in low voices. Obviously, he was very interested in the prodigal son who was born out of nowhere, and he was very suspicious of a man of reckless origin, and looked like a reckless man, why did he come to participate in such an elegant poem feast?

Xiao Lang didn't think so much, and everyone's comments were treated as if he hadn't heard them. He sat down at the second square table in the first place and looked at Xiao Kuang Zuo Ming, who was next to him, indifferently.

"The prodigal son, can you give Zishan a face? That day the bet was voided?"

Yun Zishan smiled faintly and suddenly spoke. Only then did Xiao Lang retract his gaze, cast his eyes on Yun Zishan, and after a closer look, his eyes lit up.

The appearance of Yunzishan is definitely one of the most outstanding people in the field. He was dressed up today, dressed in a purple palace dress, a bow-tie bun, a phoenix hairpin, and two strings of purple gems hung from her exquisite earlobes. A string of pink gemstones hung on the snow-white neck, and the end extended into the swelling breast, which drew people to explore. The skin that can be broken by blowing bombs is faintly blush under the light of the candle, which makes people want to take a bite. The temperament is outstanding, the eyebrows are affectionate, and she is a beautiful woman.

Xiao Lang's eyes were lost for a while, and he immediately regained his clarity, and smiled reluctantly: "His Royal Highness has spoken, Xiao Lang has taken his life."

Zuo Ming and other people breathed a sigh of relief, otherwise Xiao Lang's hair would go sideways, and the few people would inevitably walk away and lose face. However, when Xiao Lang was present, the few people were not as glamorous as they were just now, and they all drank silently to hide their embarrassment.

Cha Mu was also present today, but sitting under Zuo Ming and the three of them, they smiled at Xiao Lang from a distance. The two looked at each other, and everything was silent. What surprised Xiao Lang was that the first table on the top was actually empty. He was second, which made Xiao Lang very curious, who could be qualified to be first?

Today is a poem feast. Yun Zishan has invited many famous talents and women, regardless of origin, only to learn. These talented men and women did not understand what Yun Zishan and Xiao Lang meant, but they were all very curious. Why was the atmosphere suddenly dull and awkward when this plain-looking boy arrived?