A great relationship

Hou Yanchen: "Old man, why did you come back so suddenly? The birthday banquet is not three days away."

Yunyu said: "I don't know about this either."

Hou Yanchen stopped halfway and said with a sudden change of expression: "Yuanyu, you have to go home."

Yunyu said: "I know that. I will go back right now."

As soon as Yunyu turned around, Fu Fu, who was wearing black feathers, came towards the Demon King's Palace. Behind her was a small group of tall and strong guards wearing black armor with fish scales and holding eight-foot straw.

"My Lord, Big Brother, please stay."

Hou Yanchen and Yun Yuyan looked towards her with surprised expressions, and asked in unison: "Third sister, why are you here?"

Fu Fu walked towards them and said, "I have some important matters to deal with, and then the Lord came back. I have to clean up the mess and not let him catch me."

She spoke with a playful tone, but anyone could tell something was wrong, especially the team of black guards behind her. But the two of them knew what was going on. Hou Yanchen said, "Don't get too tired."

Fu Fu bowed respectfully towards Hou Yanchen and said, "I am a minister who is paid by the emperor. This is my duty. Also, my lord, you don't need to enter the palace. I will let you know something."

Hou Yanchen: "Reason?"

Fufu: "You have to settle an account with me."

As she spoke, a small group of tall and strong black guards followed behind her and lined up to surround him and Yunyu.

"Settling accounts?"

Hou Yanchen and Yunyu looked at each other.

Inside the Demon Palace's Central Courtyard.

Yunyu sat at the desk and said with emotion: "My eldest brother doesn't know that my third sister is very capable. In just a short period of time, she was promoted from Secretary of the Interior to Secretary of State."

Fu Fu, who was wearing a black feather cape, pulled a stool and sat opposite them, flipping through her account book. Without even glancing at Yun Yu, she said, "You've been away with the Lord for so long, it's not unreasonable that you didn't care about your sisters and brothers and your family."

Yunyu was speechless: "I..."

"Stop talking and write this down."

Fufu pushed a piece of white paper towards him.

Yunyu didn't even raise his hand, but said gently: "I am just a warrior, how can I write such literary things?"

Although his tone was calm, Fu Fu felt that his words were noisy: "Then be quiet like my Lord brother, I ask you questions and you answer them."

Maybe he felt guilty. He had indeed neglected his family for the past three hundred years because he had been following Hou Yanchen around the six realms. After his parents passed away, all the family affairs, including the burden of taking care of his younger brothers and sisters, were borne by the eldest sister Fu Fu. Even the youngest brother was always carried by the third sister. It was understandable that the sisters were dissatisfied with him as the eldest brother. Yunyu said with a guilty expression: "Fu Fu, it's not that I don't care about you and the family, I just..."

Fu Fu interrupted him and said, "I don't want to hear any explanation from you now, not to mention that you can't give any decent answer."

Being denied by his own sister like this, one can imagine how difficult and sad their lives have been during these years when he was away from home, and how disappointed they are in him. Yunyu looked to Hou Yanchen for help. Hou Yanchen picked up a pen, scratched his forehead with the pen, turned around silently, and faced away from him.

Meteorite: "..."

Fu Fu looked at her eldest brother who was always absent-minded and sad, and finally understood why her eldest sister had been so hardworking and uncomplaining for so many years. She took the white paper from Yunyu's hand and said, "Brother, you can't write it, you can leave now."

Yunyu said with a sad face: "I am your elder brother, and you told me to get out."

Fu Fu rolled her eyes at him and said, "I just asked you to get out, and you are just a demon envoy in front of the palace. I am the Privy Council, in charge of the financial affairs of the entire demon world. How can I order you around?"

Yunyu stood up sadly, and said with an exaggerated expression: "He is just a demon envoy in front of the palace. He has become more powerful and looks down on me."

Fu Fu's head ached and he said, "You were clamoring to go home."

Yunyu glanced at Hou Yanchen, and at Hou Yanchen's signal, Yunyu sat down and said, "That's right."

Fu Fu pointed at the door behind him and said, "Why don't you leave then?"

Yunyu stood up quickly, not daring to delay for a moment, fearing that she would regret it, and said, "Let's go, leave now."

After Yunyu left, Fu Fu said to Hou Yanchen who was sitting at the other end:

"Brother, you have to stay today."

On the other side, Si Nanyi followed the actresses into the Demon King's Palace and knelt behind a folding screen with a picture of mountains and rivers.

Looking up through the screen, one can vaguely see two rows of black-scaled armored guards standing in a black mass, centered on the Demon King's throne in front of the hall. Unlike the black guards holding eight-foot-long straw spears outside the palace gate, they have knee-length cold iron life-threatening scimitars on their waists. Looking up, the crescent-shaped horns on their heads are bigger than each other, indicating that their magic powers are unfathomable. On their foreheads are blood-red vine snake forehead patterns, which are the symbols of demon messengers.

Having been with Hou Yanchen for a long time, he had witnessed the extraordinary abilities of Yunyu, who was also a demon master. And in front of this palace, there were actually several masters as skilled as Yunyu.

Just think about it, if I really fight with these tall, muscular, murderous-looking demons here, I'm destined to lick the floor, with no chance of winning at all.

However, he was just thinking about it. He was outnumbered and would not be so impulsive.

The solemnity of the hall and the tight security made the female wind musicians waiting behind the screen dare not even breathe. They all lowered their heads and were completely unaware that a weirdo like him had sneaked in.

There were voices coming from in front of the screen. Si Nanyi looked up and saw a man sitting on the Demon King's throne in the center of the hall. Si Nanyi was stunned. When did he come? He was clearly paying attention to him all the time, but he didn't notice it at all.

Si Nanyi tried hard to see the man on the seat clearly, but the distance was a little far, and there was a guy covered in white feathers blocking his view, so he could only see a vague silhouette.

The silhouette was tall and mighty, like a standing male bear. He had heard in the God Realm some years ago that the current Demon King was the incarnation of the Black Dragon. Although he had only caught a glimpse of his figure now, it was enough to prove that his majestic appearance was not an empty talk.

"I heard that Your Excellency has a very high opinion of beauty. My Feather Clan knows a thing or two about wind instruments and dancing. I hope Your Excellency can give me some advice."

In front of the palace, the false and hypocritical words still rang in his ears, and Si Nanyi couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

I stole a glance at the man in feather clothes who claimed to be from the Feather Tribe. He was tall and thin, with sharp and angular cheeks, and his hair was tied up in a high bun with a red cinnabar wood crown, also known as a crane crown. He was indeed from the Feather Tribe.

Demon Lord Qin Ye, who was sitting on the Demon King's throne, fixed his eyes on the screen. He could vaguely see rows of beautiful figures behind the screen. He stroked his chin, and under his neat short beard, a frivolous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth as he said, "I am lustful, and it seems that it has spread throughout the six realms. Since you have catered to my taste, if I don't appreciate it, wouldn't it be that I don't understand romance? Beauties have been waiting for a long time, come out now."

Bai Yu wiped the sweat off his forehead, bowed respectfully and said: "Then... then I will show you my ugliness.

Qin Ye waved his hand and said, "You're welcome."

The cheerful and beautiful wind music sounded, and Si Nanyi followed a group of female actors, slowly walking out from behind the screen with his legs tucked together and taking small steps.

His gaze naturally shifted and locked onto the Demon King's throne. It was said by word of mouth in the six realms that only the name of the Demon King had been heard but no one had ever seen him. He was the eternal Demon Lord Qin Ye.

He was wearing a luxurious black mink fur coat with a large fur collar wrapped around his waist. Outside the black python robe was a close-fitting cold iron black scale ancient pattern shoulder guard. The wide cuffs had bulging veins. The wrists on his hands were protected by black iron and rested on the armrests of the Demon King's throne. The wrist guards were gorgeous and exquisite, carved with Kirin blood beast patterns, like a symbol of power, unquestionable authority.

He supported his cheek with his other hand, half leaning on the Demon King's throne, seemingly lazy and wanton, but his body was surrounded by the fierce aura of a king that could not be desecrated! !

Looking up again, the king is wearing a crown with jade ornaments on his head, looking majestic and majestic.

As for her face, it could not be described with superficial words like handsome and good-looking. Instead, it gave Si Nanyi a feeling of both strangeness and familiarity, a sense of awe that made him dare not look directly at her, and his breathing became shorter. Qin Ye seemed to have noticed his gaze, and his cold purple eyes with a biting chill shone through the group of actresses.

Finally, it stopped on Si Nanyi.

In an instant, Qin Ye's purple eyes were filled with rapidly changing emotions.

He glanced at Bai Yu, who was wearing bird feathers and lowering his head, mumbling and making a fool of himself, and then looked at Si Nanyi, who was in the center of the actresses' costume, which was so ugly that it was shocking, but who was dancing the most happily. He stared at him without any stage fright, and his dance moves were so enchanting that he didn't care about other people's lives. Qin Ye felt as if the top of his head was numbed by lightning.

Good god, I thought he was just being polite, but it turned out to be a real embarrassment!!!

Qin Ye was in mixed feelings now, he just felt like a rat shit fell into a pot of delicious soup, and he was so sick after drinking half of it.

I couldn't bear to watch it myself, so I was asked to watch it. This is a disgusting thing, and it is unforgivable! !