Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Alona took a shortcut back to Elephant City. Outside the city, the sound of fighting was deafening, and the bloody smell could be smelled ten miles away. The passers-by on the street were no longer at ease, but were replaced by terrified faces.

Alonashun did not look at it any more, but led his people straight to the palace. As expected, the palace was in a mess. Dushantuo had been a playboy for many years, but unfortunately, he had very bad luck with children. Except for Bharata, he could not give birth to a son or a daughter. In addition, he had many concubines, and the queens could not compete with each other. After his fall, the women in the harem lost their backbone and fought each other. They could not find a person who could convince the public to take charge, and the defense was naturally too lax.

Alonashun gave a look, and several of his confidants shouted, "The Prime Minister has been ordered by the King to return to preside over state affairs." They took over the defense of the palace and summoned the generals to their own residences to discuss matters. He dismissed all the palace servants and walked into Dushantuo's bedroom.

Dou Shantuo was still unconscious, with blood staining the thick bandage on his chest. His swollen face had turned an ominous gray-purple color due to massive blood loss, and the slap marks on his face were particularly clear.

Alona Shun had no doubt that, looking at his current weak appearance like a paper lantern, if he was slapped by the vengeful spirit one more time, he would die on the spot.

Queen Shakuntala is such a wonderful woman.

You knew clearly that the other party was the adopted daughter of an immortal with Kshatriya descent, but you still wanted to play the game of seducing her and then abandoning her, abandoning her wife and children. Do you feel comfortable with this burning fire, my king?

Now Queen Shagong has been tricked by me to stay halfway. As long as the wedding is not completed, she will have to endure the curse. Alonashun does not even need to dirty his hands. He just needs to wait for Dusyanta to be beaten to death by the evil spirit.

Until then……

Thinking of Shakun's stunningly beautiful face, Arahant suppressed his smile, pretended to be a loyal minister about to cry, knelt on the ground, and placed Dushanta's hand on his head: "Bless me, King, I will definitely defend Elephant City!"

She leaned close to his ear and said in a very soft voice, "I will take good care of your wife. As for your little brat... hehe."

Alona walked steadily, and as soon as he left the bedroom, the guards saluted him. He said solemnly: "Guard the king's bedroom well. Except for the servants who usually serve him, no one can be allowed in without my permission!"

"Prime Minister, the generals are already waiting in your mansion." said a confidant.

Alonashun smiled with satisfaction and whispered, "Go outside the city again and take my message and seal to the enemy leader and say... peace talks or even surrender are not impossible to discuss."

The key lies in what price the other party can offer.

Should we tear the royal family into pieces? No problem. Hand over the dead dog-like Dushanta, and the little guy Bharata will be easy to deal with.

Are we going to plunder the entire Xiangcheng? No problem, as long as we don't plunder his Prime Minister's Mansion.

Was he replaced by a new king in Xiangcheng? No problem, but the new king could only be him.

Since childhood, he has felt that Doushantuo is stupid and arrogant, with nothing good except a good appearance and vigorous energy, and his greatest advantage is that he can reincarnate. He has tolerated this stupid ass for many years, and now the opportunity to replace him is right in front of him. Even if Xiangcheng turns into a sea of ​​fire, he will not allow himself to miss it!

"Buzz buzz buzz buzz..." Several flies were attracted by the smell of blood and chased after the man who was lying on the bed like a pile of mud.

The palace maids waved peacock feather fans to try to drive them away, but they simply flew away nimbly with the wind, and after a few breaths, they would fly back again.

Dou Shantuo tried hard to open his eyes, but the best he could do was to move his eyeballs a few times under the cover of his eyelids.

When a person is dying, he always has an extra desire to talk. For example, at this moment, he really wants to grab a listener and tell him about the dream he had when he was in a coma.

He dreamed that he was young, strong and handsome at that time. On his way out hunting, he met an extremely beautiful woman in a quiet and mysterious forest.

He forced her to obey him, and the two of them made vows to each other and expressed their boundless love. This was the most unforgettable affair in his life.

Although afterwards, he was worried about angering her immortal adoptive father, so he did not dare to send someone to pick her up and formally marry her back to the palace.

Although she came to him with the child, he refused to acknowledge her because the child was too tall and he was worried that people in the court and the public would question her chastity and her son's bloodline.

But she was still infatuated with him.

Finally, with the help of the invisible elves, he found them mother and son. His wife was gentle, virtuous and beautiful, and their son was brave, wise and filial. The glory of Xiangcheng continued for thousands of years along with their love legend.

Doushantuo finally gathered enough strength and opened his eyes with great effort. Amid the sounds of screaming and running, he saw the vengeful spirit that looked like a king slowly emerging before him. The gray pupils of the dead stared at him emotionlessly.

What a wonderful dream, how did reality come to this point, without a docile and harmless wife, without a son to continue the glory, only a self turned into a pile of rotten meat lying on the bed unable to move? Dou Shan thought blankly.

"Bang!" Ben Lei's palm smashed down, and Dou Shantuo's head tilted heavily to one side.

The startled fly circled for a long time before boldly landing on his body and face.

"Ah!" Shakuntala woke up from her dream. Her hands, which were painted with intricate rose patterns by the seaman flowers, couldn't help but press on her chest, trying to pull herself out of the aftermath of the nightmare.

She seemed to have dreamt of some ominous omen, but she couldn't remember it after waking up.

She gathered her luxuriant long hair, stood up, and walked barefoot towards the shrine. The statue of the goddess enshrined inside was made of red gold, with a beautiful face and majestic eyes, sitting on a lion, and holding a dragon sword, a snake sword, a mirror, a conch shell, a white silk, and a long tablet in her six arms.

This was the incarnation of the demon-conquering goddess she had seen in her dream, and she had drawn the image herself. Doushantuo was eager to please her, so he ordered a skilled craftsman to make a golden statue and gave it to her as one of the betrothal gifts. This was the only thing in the thousand boxes of jaw-dropping betrothal gifts that made her smile.

Shagun knelt down in front of the statue and subconsciously wanted to pray, but he didn't know what to pray for, so he just prostrated himself there quietly.

"Goddess of Heaven bless me..." she murmured.

In the forest temple, Wen Jiao was controlling the Yunlong in the dragon sword to play sticky games with the Ganpo Immortal, when suddenly the tip of her little finger trembled.

She shook her head and smiled softly.

Silly girl...

Since you respect me and worship me, I will protect you, give you justice and give you a future.

A bright future that will be passed down through the ages better than your original so-called bullshit love legend.