The Demon Lord has too many aliases

"I see.

" Yan Weilou sat lazily in his seat. He never took his eyes away from the man in white beside him. He only rolled his eyes casually and asked, "But I don't know how you want me to cooperate? "Ling Wang said: "It's very simple. I have a spiritual elixir in my hand, which is of great benefit to the soul. When the decisive battle comes, we have restrained the three remaining great masters of Qingyang Mansion. You can take the opportunity to take the elixir." The illusion manipulates the formation spirit and seizes control of the formation in one fell swoop.

"I understand -" Since entering the palace, Yan Weilou has only been nesting in the corner with Su Xinghan, slowly enjoying spiritual fruits and wine, looking like he was intoxicated with beauty.

At this time, he did not get up, but leisurely raised the wine glass to his lips and took a sip, looking sideways across the hall.

“…In that case, come to me again on the day of the decisive battle.

" He looked slightly drunk, and the natural arrogance in his eyes was not concealed. He pulled Su Xinghan and stood up to leave the table.

Su Xinghan, who was pulled up after being sluggish for a moment, looked at him doubtfully and got up obediently.

The next second, his face, which seemed to be carved by ice and snow, was suddenly slapped, followed by the young man's arrogant and lazy voice: "Okay! Don't disturb me and the little beauty now as they go to spend time under the moon. ~" At the end of the sentence, Yan Weilou's final note was elongated and slightly raised to a higher pitch. Coupled with his bright and impatient eyes, it was actually a bit innocent.

In the hopeless eyes of the demon kings, the two of them wandered out of the palace door, bathing in the light of the stars and the moon.

Ever since Yan Weilou slapped him on the face, Su Xinghan froze.

Like a puppet on a string, Yan Weilou brought him out entirely.

It wasn't until the cool moonlight shone on his face that he finally came back to his senses.

boom! Yan Weilou looked at the crimson-stained face in front of him and made a sound in his mind.

He saw with his own eyes that the face of the man in front of him, as cold as frost and snow, was instantly ignited by the red glow, although it only lasted for two short breaths before dissipating.

Yan Weilou couldn't help but chuckle. He was in high spirits. Under his eyebrows as cold as cold swords, his eyes were as bright as a god, radiating joy from his heart.

The kiss just now was an impromptu move. As a time traveler, he had seen more intimate behavior between friends when they were joking, so he didn't think it was anything.

I just didn't expect Mingguang, an ancient man, to be so shy. This reaction is really interesting :).

If ordinary people see this, they will inevitably feel guilty, but Yan Weilou is a hundred times worse than ordinary people at heart. Seeing Su Xinghan in such a state, he is eager to try and tease him.

His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and the smile on his face was no longer the bright and bright one he pretended to be, but instead contained an indescribable evilness, which was three points more real than usual.

Xu Xinghan's face calmed down at some point and returned to his usual calm and cold look. He just looked at him quietly with slightly warm eyes.

Fortunately, Yan Weilou still remembered the business, and after laughing for a while, he forcibly suppressed his desire to continue teasing the other party, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, Mingguang, I didn't mean it just now.

"Xu Xinghan looked at him silently and said thoughtfully: "I know.

You want to act more realistically.

"As he spoke, he lowered his eyes slightly, and his pale lips turned a little red: "Besides, I don't mind.

” It was already dark and the surrounding areas were silent.

The man in white stood quietly under the moonlight, his clothes were like snow and his color was like frost.

The moonlight shone faintly on his face, his eyes were lowered, and his long eyelashes cast two blocking shadows.

Coupled with the words he blurted out, there was something inexplicably cute and aggrieved.

"..." Yan Weilou, who was originally confident and without any guilt, suddenly felt as if a bully had bullied a well-behaved child in the street.

In order to cover up this inexplicable emotion, Wang Jian turned around and walked away, heading towards the dark wilderness nearby.

Su Xinghan was startled, but did not break away: "Where are we going?" Yan Weilou chuckled: "Didn't I tell those guys just now? I want to take the little beauty to the flowers and the moon! Of course now Keep your word.

"Xu Xinghan fell silent.

"Before the flowers and under the moon" was of course a joke. Yan Weilou just wanted to find a secluded place for the two of them to discuss the next matter.

After finding a small slope away from the palace, the two of them lay down side by side.

While looking at the faint moonlight in the sky, Yan Weilou suddenly said: "What do you think about what the Spirit King said?" Su Xinghan: "...Ah?" Chapter 41 Entering the Vast Sea (11) The boundless wilderness, A ray of moonlight fell faintly.

It illuminated the two figures lying side by side in the wilderness, dyeing their outlines with a faint light.

Xu Xinghan stayed in the moonlight for a few seconds before he came back to his senses and thought seriously about the question Yan Weilou just raised.

From his perspective, there may be some concealment in what the Spirit King said, but the general picture should be correct.

Su Xinghan's expression couldn't help but become serious, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry: "I'm afraid what the Spirit King said is true.

It's just that you don't understand illusion.

"The reason why King Ling and other demon kings are so enthusiastic about Yan Weilou, even temporarily letting go of killing the Tiger King in front of him, is because they have taken a fancy to the superb illusion skills he plays as the master of Xuandong Mountain.

But Yan Weilou himself does not have this ability.

If they can't find clues about the Hanhai Order before the duck is put on the shelves, and leave as soon as possible, when the decisive battle comes and the demon kings discover the truth, and the two of them are isolated and helpless in the demon clan's stronghold, they will undoubtedly die.

Yan Weilou smiled disapprovingly: "It's true that I don't know how to perform illusions, but you do.

" "……I? "Xu Xinghan opened his eyes slightly.

"Of course it's you.

" Yan Weilou turned his head slightly and spoke in a relaxed and carefree tone.

When he exposed the lady in neon clothes in human skin in the small courtyard, he saw with his own eyes that this person cast an illusion with the wave of his hand and covered the entire courtyard.

"If you, Mingguang, are willing to cooperate and create a Xuandong Mountain Master with profound and unpredictable illusion skills, it will be no problem.

"The two were very close. There was an incomprehensible smile on the boy's lips. His dark eyes were dimmed by the moonlight, showing a bit of mystery.

Su Xinghan couldn't help but silently stared at the boy's beautiful eyelashes and counted them.

Yan Weilou didn't notice his trance, and could only glance at the palace in the distance inadvertently. His spiritual senses around him could not detect any sense of prying eyes, and then he moved closer to Su Xinghan.

He smiled lowly: "Not only that, maybe we can also win a big vote!" ...In the palace in the distance.

The demon kings who were left behind by Yan Weilou were still discussing the specific matters of attacking Qingyang City.

The Spiritual King, who was at the top, sensed the two people almost touching each other head-to-head "in front of the flowers and under the moon" from a distance, and calmly and quietly withdrew his spiritual consciousness.

He raised the wine glass in his hand and casually responded to the scene in the palace, his eyes slightly thoughtful.

With the Spirit King's current state, as long as he is willing to let go of his spiritual consciousness with all his strength and consume his soul power at any cost, not a single plant or tree within a hundred miles can escape his induction.

However, just now when he wanted to quietly spy on Yan Weilou and the two of them, before his spiritual consciousness came close, he sensed a pressing force.

His spiritual consciousness was like a small fish in the sea that suddenly collided with a giant shark, and would be torn to pieces anytime and anywhere.

"What a terrifying realm of demon souls! It seems that the Master of Xuandong Mountain is not as simple as he seems.

"The Spirit King was secretly wondering, but he had no intention of finding out. Instead, he was secretly happy.

“That’s fine too.

The stronger his demon soul realm is, the more confident he will be in controlling the formation spirit... As for what secrets he has, it will not be too late to explore later.

"