I seized the Demon Emperor

After hearing Qinglong San's answer, Su Wei's face turned as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The gloomy and capable head of the Xuanwu Hall disappeared, leaving only a man who was almost going crazy: "This bastard..."

Su Wei grabbed his hair hard: "You didn't disturb him, did you?"

Qinglong San's expressionless face twitched slightly, as if revealing a smile that was uglier than crying.

"No, the brothers below all know that we can't disturb the second master at this time."

Su Wei had a pair of dark circles under his eyes, and his face was full of helplessness, and he patted Qinglong San's shoulder: "You are thoughtful, I will go find him."

After that, he left the hall with an angry face.

Chen Luoyang frowned secretly.

But he didn't say much. In this situation, the more he said, the more mistakes he made. Just wait and see.

Anyway, Xixiang City was on their way to track the monks of Qingliang Temple, so they could just stop by and take the people away without wasting time.

The six-dragon emperor chariot flew into the sky.

Soon, a city appeared on the distant horizon.

The Ancient God Peak, the headquarters of the Demon Cult, is located in the mountains at the junction of Xiangzhou and Yuezhou.

It was originally deep in the mountains of southern Xinjiang, with few people and high mountains and far waters.

But since the Demon Cult took root here, it has been developed more and more, with convenient transportation, and several majestic cities have been built, surrounding the headquarters Ancient God Peak.

Xixiang City is one of them.

However, because of the recent war, in order to avoid the spread of the war, most of the civilians under the rule of the Demon Cult in the city have been relocated.

Xixiang City is much more sparse and desolate than usual, with only a few residents and members of the Demon Cult still staying here.

The Demon Cult leader came in person, and those who knew about it were immediately excited.

Although the leader meant that he would only pass by and would not stay, most of the remaining people in Xixiang City rushed out to pay their respects.

Su Wei came to a courtyard in the city with a gloomy face.

In the yard, an old man was painting, and another young man was standing beside him and watching carefully.

The young man had disheveled hair, neither tied up nor wearing a crown.

He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and at this moment, his face was full of sincerity, with an expression of longing and enthusiasm, watching the old man painting attentively, his eyes full of pure admiration.

The old man seemed very happy that someone appreciated his paintings, not only did he not drive people away, but he was happy.

The two of them painted and watched, both of them were fully focused, and ignored the people or things outside.

However, what made Su Wei speechless was that as a person who liked to collect, the old man's paintings were really not very good in his eyes.

He walked up and patted the young man on the back.

Zhang Tianheng and Qinglong San, who followed here and stood next to him, trembled in their hearts as Su Wei moved.

"There are only a limited number of people who can call this master like this." Qinglong San shook his head repeatedly.

Zhang Tianheng, who was always rebellious, snorted: "You are smart. You didn't provoke him, otherwise he would have bled you to make paint on the spot."

"Mr. Su has changed his hobby in the past two years and has changed to painting. In fact, he is much better." Qinglong San grinned: "It's better than when he was interested in carving a few years ago."

Zhang Tianheng rolled his eyes.

He was not afraid of powerful and brutal opponents.

But he didn't want to be a companion with a person who might have a seizure at any time and had an abnormal brain.

When the people around him were complaining, Su Wei slapped the boy on the back.

The boy seemed to have just come to his senses and turned to look at Su Wei.

The two looked at least 70% similar.

But this boy was much more energetic than Su Wei, with a radiant spirit, red lips and white teeth, and a handsome face.

"Brother?"

The boy blinked.

He held Su Wei, pointed at the old man who was painting and said with a smile: "Brother, come and see, this is simply a painting saint."

The old man was also startled at this time, and looked at the courtyard with surprise. Su Wei, Zhang Tianheng and a group of people appeared.

With his vision, how could he recognize this level of demon cult leader?

But Su Wei standing in front of him made him feel like he was facing a mountain.

The old man hurriedly said: "This is just a little work for my own entertainment, it is hard to be in the eyes of the Fang family."

Su Wei wanted to plant his brother in the field.

"Let's go." He finally calmed down and said lightly.

The young man hurriedly unfolded a scroll: "Brother, wait a moment, I haven't asked the gentleman to comment on my painting yet."

The scroll unfolded, a splash of ink landscape.

Although the brushwork is immature, it has a unique charm.

The old man's painting skills are not good, but his eyesight is also very good, and he nodded slightly.

But he suddenly felt something was wrong.

His nose twitched, and after sniffing twice, he couldn't help but look puzzled: "Where does the blood smell come from?"

The old man looked at the scroll, then at the young man, and became more and more uneasy.

The young man was full of expectations: "How is it?"

"Not so good!" Without waiting for the old man to speak, Su Wei replied coldly, and put his hand on the young man's shoulder: "The leader is waiting for us, do you want him to wait?"

"Brother?" The young man's expression was slightly more serious, but his eyes were brighter: "Brother is back?"

At this time, his attention was completely shifted from the old man in front of him and his paintings.

Then he felt something and turned back to look in one direction.

Just saw the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot in the sky in the distance.

The young man laughed, grabbed his own painting, and flew towards the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot: "I'll show it to my brother."

Su Wei rubbed his eyebrows in distress.

Zhang Tianheng spread his hands to him.

The group of demons followed the young man and returned to the Six Dragon Emperor Chariot.

The courtyard that was full before suddenly became empty again, leaving only the old man with a blank look on his face.

"...teach...leader?!" The old man suddenly trembled all over and felt his knees were a little weak.

The young man's figure arrived on the Six Dragon Emperor's chariot in the blink of an eye.

"Senior brother, you are back." He walked into the hall with a smile.

Chen Luoyang looked at each other quietly in the hall.

In fact, he was slightly confused.

Is this kid Xuanwu Yi?

Su Wei’s younger brother, Su Ye?

Did he call me senior brother?

Chen Luoyang looked calm as he digested the newly acquired information, and scolded: "Irritated."

The tone was not harsh.

There is even a hint of casualness due to intimacy.

Listening to what Su Ye called him, and seeing the other person coming to him without any communication, looking like he had become accustomed to it, Chen Luoyang knew something about it.

Being scolded by the leader, Su Ye shrank his neck.

With a hint of seeking praise, he boldly unfolded the scroll: "Brother, this is my latest work."

Chen Luoyang smelled the smell of blood, looked at the painting, and then looked at Su Ye.

This kid, paints with blood?

.........Beast blood, or human blood?

"Silence and calm down." Chen Luoyang said calmly: "Your nephew is lost."

"...Xiao Yuan?" Su Ye blinked, with a confused look on his face: "He also came out to find a place to sketch?"