The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Hearing Yan Weilou's voice, Su Xinghan raised his head, and the cold air dissipated instantly, and a faint arc appeared at the corner of his lips: "It's you, Ayan.

"... After returning to his room, Yan Weilou closed the door and his expression suddenly became solemn.

"Qi Hongyu..." After hearing a few words just now, Yan Weilou guessed the cause and effect.

During the martial arts trial meeting, Su Xinghan had left for a while. It was said that he had important matters to give to someone from the Tianzong.

Now it seems that most likely someone will capture Qi Hongyu alive.

However, Qi Hongyu and Su Xinghan had no enmity, so you can imagine who he was for when he suddenly issued this order.

Yan Weilou sighed softly, feeling complicated.

"Mingguang...he really likes me.

" Many details that had been missed when the two of them got along in the past clearly emerged in his memory. Yan Weilou repeated it again, with a more determined tone.

Immediately, a look of deep distress appeared on his eyebrows: "So, how should I dispel this idea?" Although he was not so disgusted with Su Xinghan, Yan Weilou believed that he did not have similar preferences and orientations to Ji Muyue. He is a man as straight as chopsticks.

You know, when there was still a marriage contract in the previous life, Yan Weilou never thought about regretting the marriage. He only wanted to live a happy life, marry Fang Qingwei according to the marriage contract, and become a dandy waiting to die.

Even if he has no love for her.

Not to mention, in his views on mate selection in several lifetimes, he had never considered being of the same sex; now, he does not need such a superfluous burden as love.

"...Wouldn't it be nice to just keep the distance between close friends, neither too far, nor too close?" Yan Weilou turned around in the room, and it was the first time that he, who was always decisive, was so entangled and hesitant.

Thoughts are like a big ball of yarn, knotted in my mind.

……what to do? Outright rejection? No, Mingguang will be sad.

Besides, he hasn't expressed his feelings yet; pretending not to know? No, that would be too scumbag.

If Mingguang sinks deeper and deeper, he will be even more sad in the future; change the target and find a new target for Mingguang without leaving any trace? No, knowing people and faces but not their hearts, Ji Muyue is an example.

Mingguang was too innocent, if he was cheated... Thinking of this, Yan Weilou suddenly didn't want to think about it anymore.

He thought about it over and over, and suddenly an idea struck him, and he felt like he had come up with a brilliant idea.

——Why don’t you find a sweetheart first before making a clear decision? This sweetheart must be outstanding enough to let Mingguang retreat without hurting the mutual friendship.

This idea was born, and the more Yan Weilou thought about it, the more brilliant he felt, and he began to think about what kind of person he should find as his sweetheart.

The first is gender.

Men must not do this! Yan Weilou really couldn't think of any man in the world who was so good that he could choose him over Mingguang if he really liked him! This is obviously impossible! It's really illogical.

Any man who stands with Mingguang and lets others choose will probably choose Mingguang.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be blind? So this sweetheart should be a woman.

After thinking about the few women he had come into contact with in his past and present lives, Yan Weilou shook his head.

——Compared to Mingguang, none of them can be beaten! "Perhaps it would be a good idea to ask Ji Muyue to borrow someone?" After thinking for a long time, Yan Weilou finally came up with a good idea.

As one of the seven halls of the Beidou Demon Palace, the Yaoguang Palace has always been rich in beauties, and all of them have superb acting skills and are good at disguise. It shouldn't be difficult to find just one to play your sweetheart, right? "What? You want a beauty?!" Yan Weilou took the initiative to find her, and upon hearing his request, Ji Muyue's face showed extreme disbelief.

Yan Weilou retorted: “It’s not asking, it’s borrowing.

"Even if it is borrowed, it is a rare thing."

"Ji Muyue clicked her tongue in amazement, and her eyes circled around Yan Weilou. He had a conscience attack and tried to persuade others to take pity on the person in front of him, but then this person came to him to borrow a beauty? Scum! She was even worse than him. Scumbag! But of course Ji Muyue would not dissuade her. Instead, she turned her eyes and asked with a smile: "What kind of beauty does His Highness want to find?" "Well..." Yan Weilou pondered.

...What kind of beauty should I find who can be more outstanding than Mingguang? “Beautiful but not flattering, gorgeous but not vulgar, with a unique temperament.

It's best to have some special charm, a sharp and decisive side, but also an innocent heart..." As he spoke, this description seemed to start to get distorted, and it seemed to be getting closer to someone unknowingly.

"Stop!" Ji Muyue interrupted him decisively, with a businesslike smile on her face, "I'm sorry, we don't have such an immortal in Yaoguang Palace.

" He felt that His Highness the Crown Prince was simply daydreaming too much, or was simply trying to trick him on purpose: "I suggest that Your Highness the Crown Prince look for it in his dreams. Maybe what he imagined would be more suitable for him.

" Yan Weilou was startled, as if his whole body was awakened by the words: "Yes, you can fantasize.

"Although he can lure any woman to pretend to be his sweetheart, but with Su Xinghan as his "beautiful leader", if the person he draws is instantly killed by Su Xinghan in every aspect, and he still acts like he is infatuated with her without conscience, it will be an extremely difficult test. His acting skills.

"Since we can't find such a person in reality..." Yan Weilou sighed softly and spoke in a heavy tone.

"It seems that I can only make a sweetheart myself.

” Chapter 92: Meeting (14) After a great turmoil, the entire Feng Huan City was in chaos, with pungent black smoke floating everywhere.

The number of casualties affected by the Heavenly Demon Ancient Phoenix's true fire was incalculable, and most of the buildings were burned down.

In addition, the earthquake-like huge fluctuations when the seal was broken destroyed nearly 90% of the ground veins in Feng Huan City... At this moment, the whole city was almost filled with cries.

All of this made this city like a hell on earth.

The night passed quickly, and a new day arrived.

The flying frost and snow covered the earth again, covering the burned ruins with a layer of white snow, and buried the many charred bodies in the wind and snow.

That night, some people lost their lives, some lost the wealth accumulated in their half-life, some wandered the streets with nothing, and some chose to transfer their pain to the weaker, turning into a disaster for others.

In front of the ruins of a house somewhere, three big men wrapped in bandages were working together to surround a mother and son in a corner, with smug smiles on their faces.

"Hurry up! Hand over the things if you know what's good for you, don't let us brothers do it!" "This time it's really bad luck, a disaster from heaven! Brothers have suffered a great loss, but fortunately they have saved their lives.

Tell me, if we don't make up for the losses, is it justified?!" "I heard that the Li family has hidden several heirlooms before. You can't keep these things anyway, so you might as well hand them over to us brothers, so that others won't get them cheap! " The woman who was blocked by three people at the edge of the ruins was wearing a thorny hairpin and a cloth skirt, covered in blood, and a little boy was standing next to her.

She hugged the bag in her arms tighter, her pretty face full of grief and anger, and she immediately cursed.

"Bah! Don't even think about it! Thanks to my husband for taking care of you when he was alive, I didn't expect that you would bully orphans and widows before his body was cold! Shameless!" Her words were like knives, and her eyes turned red as she spoke. She was overwhelmed with grief and couldn't help herself.

They were all neighbors and grew up together.

Her husband had some martial arts talent, learned a few skills, and became a coach in a martial arts school in the city.

These people had mediocre martial arts, but her husband arranged them to work in the martial arts hall because of their friendship since childhood... In the past, these people were always serving as big brothers, but they didn't expect that they would change their faces when something happened!