The Demon Lord has too many aliases

Instantly, the sky and the earth changed color, and the sudden thunder split the layers of the sky. As the invisible storm raged, time and space were distorted.

An illusory river of time emerged silently, and the mighty waves swallowed him.

"I'm back..." Chapter 2 Return to the Human World (2) The capital of Shengjing was full of lights.

The bright lights illuminated thousands of trees, and the light of the stars and the moon fell like a waterfall.

The gongs and drums were loud, and the whole Suzaku Street was as bright as day.

It happened to be the New Year's Day, and the whole city was always dark.

On the Zhaixing Tower in the center of Suzaku Street, half of the powerful children in Kyoto gathered and booked the entire restaurant.

A group of young people who loved to watch the excitement gathered on the top floor, looking down at the noisy scene on the long street.

This is a special festival that has been passed down in Shenzhou for nearly ten thousand years since ancient times. It is used to worship the legendary saint "Yuan" who killed demons in ancient times and led the human race to rise.

Only on this day, all people in the vast land of China, regardless of nationality, no matter how noble or humble, from the emperor to the peddlers, will put aside their status differences and celebrate the festival together.

Suddenly, the surging crowd on the street was like a tsunami, and exclamations rang out one after another.

In the distant sky, a fire lit up.

It flickered and shone, and the spirituality was profound.

When this spiritual fire of heaven and earth came out, all other fires were dim.

The bright lights along the way went out.

In the dark night that suddenly fell, the ray of jumping fire suddenly rushed over, and in everyone's sight, it quickly turned from a dot to a line, and finally turned into a red flying dragon rushing in the sky.

A faint figure was reflected in the hazy glow, and it became clearer and clearer in everyone's eyes as the distance shortened.

It turned out to be a young man dressed in heavy black sacrificial clothes, with a mask of gods and ghosts on his face, dressed as a sacrifice.

A cheer erupted from the Zhaixing Tower, and the crowd below was even more turbulent. On the streets, in the restaurants, and on the densely packed boats along the river, countless people looked up and cheered.

The sound of drums became more and more dense and cheerful.

As the night fell, the young man flew all the way, stepping on the illusory dragon transformed by the faint firelight.

The whole Shengjing City was reflected under it.

On the solemn black sacrificial clothing, golden flame patterns intertwined from the bottom to the top, igniting the god and ghost mask with white background and gold patterns on his face.

The left half of his face was holy and solemn, and the right half of his face was ghostly and weird. I don’t know if it was a god who fell into the devil, or a demon who saved the world.

The noisy crowd became silent unconsciously.

The young man under the mask laughed softly, and his figure was as light as a feather, floating on the Zhaixing Tower.

The young men in the building who had stretched their necks to watch the excitement subconsciously took a step back.

"What? Don't you recognize me?" The young priest casually took off the strange mask of gods and ghosts, and a face with a radiant appearance slowly appeared, with a natural demeanor.

His eyes were as dark as ink, and his lips were light and thin.

His eyebrows were like cold swords, and they were seven points colder when they were unsheathed.

This handsome and almost aggressive young man sat casually on the railing and overlooked everyone, with a three-point casual smile at the corner of his lips.

There was silence in the building for a moment, and everyone was shocked: "Your Highness, why is it you?" Yan Weilou lowered his head slightly, the arc of his lips deepened, and the three-point smile immediately turned into a mud point.

He smiled: "Why can't it be me?" A group of young people waved their hands repeatedly, stood up and left the table, and praised and flattered, saying that this His Highness had given everyone a good surprise.

Immediately, a group of people came up to toast.

Yan Weilou smiled and responded one by one.

He did not take the full wine glass, but just picked up a delicate silver wine pot beside him, opened his mouth and tilted his head to pour, and drank it all up in a few gulps, with an inexplicable nostalgia in his tone.

"Not bad, not bad, it's been a long time since I came here, and the immortal wine in this Zhaixing Tower is getting more and more mellow!" "Didn't the prince forget it..." Someone laughed, as if he was drunk, "Didn't we come here a few days ago?" Yan Weilou did not refute, but just drank a pot of wine in a few gulps.

Perhaps he drank too quickly, and a little transparent wine slid down his chin.

Just as he touched the solemn black sacrificial robe, the golden flame patterns on the lapel flashed, evaporating all the wine.

This is actually a special spiritual weapon.

Everyone was jealous, and once again confirmed the unshakable status of the prince of Qi.

As everyone knows, the martial arts cultivation of the prince of Qi, Yan Weilou, has always been mediocre, and he has not been able to break the seven shackles of the flesh.

If it weren't for the blessing of the spiritual weapon, how could he have attended the ceremony just now, ascended to the sky with his meager cultivation, and enjoyed such a great glory? And where did this spiritual weapon come from? It was naturally approved by His Majesty the Emperor of Dayong.

This love and honor, I'm afraid some princes can't even reach.

Suddenly, the young men made more noises.

Yan Weilou accepted everyone who came, and while toasting with everyone, his eyebrows flew, his eyes were radiant, and he showed a natural free and easy attitude.

The atmosphere on the Star Picking Tower became more and more heated, even temporarily covering the sound of the strings downstairs, attracting many people's surprise.

Until they saw the silhouette of the young man sitting casually on the railing and drinking happily, they were frightened by his unbearable appearance, and they immediately realized.

——It turned out to be the prince of Qi! Speaking of the prince of Qi, Yan Weilou, everyone in the capital knows him.

The Great Yong Kingdom was established for 800 years, and it occupied the vast land of China, one piece of land and three states. Every inch of this land was taken from the royal family of the previous dynasty by the predecessors.

After the establishment of the country, in order to reward the founding heroes, Taizu divided the land of three states among seven princes.

Until now, after three generations of inheritance, these princes of different surnames were either stripped of their titles due to crimes or died unexpectedly, and only three families remain. The King of Qi is one of them, and he is also the most powerful one, owning half a state and a city.

To show his loyalty, the current King of Qi sent the six-year-old prince Yan Weilou to Shengjing to study with the princes shortly after he ascended the throne. It has been a year now.

The King of Qi is so tactful, and the emperor naturally reciprocates. He dotes on Yan Weilou, his cheap nephew, and agrees to all his requests.

And this prince is also a weirdo.

He is not good at poetry and martial arts. He only loves fine wine and food in his life. He regards himself as a dandy boy all day long, but he has never done such things that are debauched and harmful to the world.

On the contrary, he is sometimes eager to do justice and fight for justice.

He has a special status, with the emperor's support behind him, and he is approachable, generous and open-minded. Therefore, except for a few people who don't get along with him, he is greeted with smiles wherever he goes.

Seeing many people downstairs looking surprised, he smiled and looked around, and was greeted with a friendly laugh.

Yan Weilou was not annoyed, but raised the corners of his lips, smiling brightly without any obstruction, and his slightly sharp facial features softened a little.

Strange music sounded faintly, and the sounds of various instruments were intertwined.

The gorgeous carriage passed through Zhuque Street, and the worshiper wearing a ghost mask stood on the frame and danced with a sword like the wind, and the strange sacrificial clothes floated with his movements.

The sound of bells rang at the four corners of the frame, attracting countless people's eyes to move along.

In this strange and solemn atmosphere, the young man raised his head slightly and breathed deeply, deeply.

The cold evening breeze with the intoxicating aroma of wine rushed into his nose in an instant, and his expression was inexplicably intoxicated.

Suddenly there was a sound of wind in the air, Yan Weilou opened his eyes, and a faint light flashed in his dark pupils.

He naturally stretched out his hand.

An exquisite silver wine pot drew an arc in the air, and it seemed to fall into Yan Weilou's hand by chance. The small pot handle passed through his fingers and swayed gently twice.

Looking in the direction where the wine pot was thrown, a young man in a crimson purple robe appeared in his sight, with a jade hanging from his waist, soft boots on his feet, and a brocade beauty fan in his hand, pretending to wave it, dressed like a standard nobleman.

The only pity is that his appearance is slightly inferior and his temperament is mediocre.