The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Ji Wushan sighed heavily, "Xiao Si, be obedient. He has bewitched the Demon Lord to the point of being dizzy. Can't you see it?"

Luo Jingyu: "Xiao Si, as a demon king, you don't want to serve the clan, but instead protect this scourge. Do you want us to perish?"

Xue Moqian didn't understand at all, and just kept emphasizing, "Second sister, third brother, don't try to use these big principles to pressure me. I only know that if he dies, the Demon Lord will be sad.

So, I'm putting this on hold. If anyone dares to touch him today, they'll have to step over my dead body first!"

Xue Moqian has the worst cultivation among the four demon lords, and is completely at a loss when it comes to handling affairs. He avoids things if he can, and finds others to handle them if he can't.

The key is that his brain is not very good, he is not very flexible when encountering things, and he is stubborn. But such a silly and cute guy is the most favored.

Others were loyal to the Demon Lord and the Shura Clan, and played a corrective role at critical moments. But Xue Moqian was different, he only listened to Di Yin.

Just as the two sides were on the verge of a fight, a powerful and majestic aura swept in like a storm.

Everyone only felt a flash before their eyes, and then the tall and upright figure of Demon Lord Di Yin appeared in front of them.

He was wearing a black robe embroidered with mysterious golden runes. As he walked, the runes flashed with strange light, as if telling of his supreme power.

"Demon Lord! Oh my God! You are finally back."

As soon as Xue Moqian saw Di Yin, he instantly gained confidence. He pulled Liu Rangchen and ran quickly to Di Yin's side, opening his mouth to complain.

"You don't know, it was so dangerous just now. If Xiao Si hadn't remembered your instructions and tried his best to protect your sweetheart, he would have been killed."

Liu Rangchen threw himself softly into Di Yin's arms, tightly grasped Di Yin's collar with both hands, and said in a choked voice:

"Demon Lord, you have to make the decision for me! After you left, I waited for you in the temple, but who knew that the Second and Third Demon Lords suddenly broke in and wanted to kill me without saying a word.

They say I am a spy, but my sincerity towards the Demon Lord is evident to all heaven and earth! Demon Lord, I am really wronged..."

Di Yin listened to Xue Moqian's story and looked at Liu Rangchen who was crying in his arms. The anger in his heart suddenly erupted like a volcano.

He stared at Ji Wushan and Luo Jingyu intently, and the murderous aura emanating from him made the air around him icy cold.

"You are so brave!"

Ji Wushan took a step forward, bowed slightly, and looked respectful but firm:

"Demon Lord, we know that this action will anger you, but we are also thinking about the Shura Clan and you. We suspect that he is a spy sent by the Ghost Clan, intending to steal our clan's secrets and undermine our foundation.

Today we have no other choice but to get rid of him to prevent future troubles."

Luo Jingyu also said immediately: "Yes, Demon Lord. We are loyal to you and have no second thoughts. We really can't bear to see you being deceived by him and watch our clan decline.

Even if you want to punish us today, we will never regret it, because everything we do is for the future of the Shura clan."

Di Yin listened to their explanations, but his anger did not diminish at all. He looked at them coldly, his eyes full of disdain and anger:

"You keep saying that you are doing this for the Shura clan, but what evidence do you have to prove that he is a spy? Just based on your speculation, you want to kill the person I love the most. Do you think I am just a decoration?"

Di Yin's voice became louder and louder, and in the end he was almost roaring. His chest was heaving violently, and it was obvious that he was blinded by anger.

Seeing Di Yin defending her like this, Liu Rangchen was secretly proud in her heart, but on the surface she cried even more sadly, hugged his neck, and said weakly:

“Demon Lord~ I know that the two Demon Lords have always been dissatisfied with me, but I have never done anything to let down the Shura Clan.

Every day I think about how to please the Demon Lord and how to let him handle the affairs of the clan with peace of mind. What did I do wrong to deserve such treatment..."

Di Yin kissed his forehead and comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here, no one can hurt you."

After that, he turned his head and looked at Ji Wushan and Luo Jingyu with cold eyes: "I don't want to listen to your excuses. You dared to attack him privately today, so you must be punished."

Di Yin waved his hand, and a powerful black light shot out from his hand and went straight to Ji Wushan and Luo Jingyu.

The light enveloped them instantly, and the two felt their bodies tighten as they were restrained by a powerful force, unable to move.

"Pass the order down. The second demon king, Fu Wushan, and the third demon king, Luo Jingyu, have bad character and intend to rebel. From today on, their status as demon kings will be revoked and they will be thrown into the dungeon. No one is allowed to visit them without my permission. Those who violate the rules will be punished with the same crime."

The demon soldiers hurried forward and took Ji Wushan and Luo Jingyu towards the dungeon.

Although the two were unwilling, they knew that resistance at this time would only make the situation worse, so they had to follow the demon soldiers away silently.

Di Yin watched them leave, the anger in his eyes still lingering. He hugged Liu Rangchen tightly.

"Okay, it's okay. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Liu Rangchen leaned in Di Yin's arms and nodded slightly, "Demon Lord~ I'm just worried that you will have a rift with them because of me, and I don't want to see you in trouble..."

Di Yin completely fell into the gentle embrace of Liu Rangchen. The Demon Lord who was once so resolute and strict in the Shura Palace, and who was feared by the three realms, has now completely disappeared.

He ignored military affairs all day long. When generals came to him to ask for a meeting and report urgent military information, Di Yin just waved his hand impatiently and asked them to wait outside the palace.

Many soldiers and generals were extremely anxious. They watched helplessly as the affairs of the tribe were increasingly neglected, military deployments were shelved, and the enemy's power was quietly growing, but they were powerless to do anything.

After all, even the Second Demon Lord and the Third Demon Lord were thrown into prison and suffered severe punishment for angering the Demon Lord.

How could these generals of lower ranks dare to easily encounter such bad luck?

If one's words are not careful and cause the Demon Lord to be displeased, one will be reduced to ashes in an instant, without even a corpse left.

What? You asked where the Great Demon Lord Hua Jianli went? He had been tricked by Su Yang into going to the Ghost Tribe.

Di Yin's love for Liu Rangchen has reached a point of madness. The dark cloud of war looms over the Shura clan, and the situation is as tense as a fully drawn bowstring, ready to explode at any moment, but he completely ignores all of this.

At this critical moment of life and death, he actually had the leisure to hold a luxurious wedding for Liu Rangchen.

The preparation for this wedding was like a huge feast, which exhausted the resources of the entire Shura clan.

Starting from Shura Temple, along the streets, extending to every corner of the clan, it is hung with big red lanterns.

Those lanterns were bright and dazzling, like burning flames, lighting up the entire Shura sky, as if announcing to the world the extraordinary nature of this wedding.

In order to prepare wedding clothes for Liu Rangchen, Di Yin spared no expense. Countless skilled craftsmen worked day and night, using the finest silk, precious silk threads and dazzling gems to carefully sew out no less than a thousand sets of exquisite wedding clothes.

On the day of the wedding, the entire Shura clan was immersed in a false atmosphere of celebration, with lights and decorations, and loud gongs and drums. Everyone thought it would be a grand ceremony, but little did they know that a catastrophe was quietly approaching.