Birdseye

In a few days, it will be the Shangyang Festival of the Demon Realm. No matter what the weather is like on this day, the dark clouds above the head will always disperse, and the sun will pour down, and the magma that has flowed into the bottom of Qingxue Lake for many years will also drain the lake water on this day. Heated into a side warm pool.

According to the tradition, the demons should have a competition on this day, and then the loser jumps into the lake, but after so many years, the tradition has been almost forgotten by these demons. Everyone found that Qingxue Lake was warm and soaked in it It's also quite comfortable, so after the Shangyang Festival, the demons simply came to the Qingxue Lake to fight together from the early morning, and jumped in to play together when the sun came out and the lake became warm.

The Shangyang Festival on this day this year is a bit different than in previous years. There is a demon lord sitting in the town. In view of the fact that this majesty beats people desperately, but it hurts too much. In an instant, the devil turned into a good baby, standing obediently by the lake, with his head down, pretending to be a little quail.

The dense clouds slowly dispersed, the sunlight rushed down like a river, the fog on Qingxue Lake was steaming, and the lake surface was bubbling and bubbling. One or two demons jumped into the lake secretly.

Seeing that the demon master ignored it, the other demons followed suit as if they were making dumplings, and jumped in one after another. The demon master sat leisurely on the bamboo chair, squinting his eyes and looking up at the top of his head, the golden sunlight was like It is a light gauze covering a few strands of floating clouds.

The demons frolicked in the water for a while, then looked back at His Majesty who was still on the shore, and couldn't help thinking that His Majesty was so pretty, but why didn't he come down with them?

Suyin also had the same question. He swam a few laps in the pool, came to the shore, raised his head and asked the devil foolishly: "Your Majesty, won't you come down to soak for a while?"

The demon lord lowered his eyes to look at Suyin, and replied to him after a while: "I don't like it."

After he finished speaking, for some reason, he subconsciously glanced at Fengyuan and asked him, "Aren't you going down?"

Feng Yuan shook his head.

"I don't know why," the demon lord looked at him for a while, "I really want to kick you down."

Feng Yuan thought for a while, and stood in front of the devil, waiting for his majesty to send him down.

Demon Lord: "..."

Su Yin: "..."

Suyin has already begun to doubt whether their Majesty is the illegitimate son of God Feng Yuan!

But fortunately, he was not so confused. If he really dared to say this today, he probably wouldn't have to come out of Qingxue Lake in his entire life.

Suyin vaguely felt that this place was not suitable for him to stay any longer, so he quickly dived into the water and disappeared completely from the sight of the demon lord and God of Fengyuan.

In fact, the demon lord didn't really want to kick Feng Yuan down, he just thought about it and said something casually, but the god was so cooperative that he couldn't bear to do it again.

He stretched, stood up from the bamboo chair, and walked towards the sunset forest in the west. Feng Yuan was about to follow up, but the devil turned his head and said to him fiercely: "Don't follow me!"

Feng Yuan stopped where he was, watching the Demon Lord enter the sunset forest by himself, and he was nowhere to be found after a while.

He looked away for a while, glanced at these heartless demons in Qingxue, and went back to the garden behind the demon palace to take care of the grapes.

Until twilight, the sunlight gradually narrowed, and the demon world would not have such a good sun for more than 300 days, and the water in Qingxue Lake became cold again, and the demons shivered and felt a little reluctant Crawled out of the lake.

The gate of the magic palace was pushed open, and a faint sweet fragrance wafted in the air. Feng Yuan got up and walked quickly along the long corridor to the palace, watching Liu Jia holding a big phoenix swaying and walking Unsteady, he hurried over and asked Liu Jia: "What's the matter?"

Liu Jia looked down at the drunken demon master in his arms, coughed lightly, and explained to Feng Yuan: "That Your Majesty just went out to study sword skills, and when he passed by Qingxue Lake, he didn't notice it for a while, and fell into the water."

As soon as Feng Yuan heard this, and smelled the alcohol smell on the demon master, he knew that he probably drank too much and fell into it headlong.

He sighed softly, and said to Liujia, "I'll come."

How dare Liu Jia hand over their majesty to the hands of the God of Fengyuan? Although the God of Fengyuan has performed well in the demon world during this period of time, he is not of my race, so his heart must be different. What conspiracy.

However, before she opened her mouth to refuse, the phoenix in her arms had already flapped its wings and rushed towards the God of Feng Yuan.

Liu Jia: "..."

Are you acting a little too eager, Your Majesty?

Feng Yuan stretched out his arms to embrace him, supporting his somewhat bulky body, the long tail feathers drooping all the way to the ground, God looked down at him, with infinite tenderness in his brows.

Liu Jia suddenly felt that Suyin's guess that His Majesty was the illegitimate son of the God of Fengyuan might be true, and he really shouldn't be beaten because of this matter today.

Feng Yuan hugged the demon master and came to the bedroom, found a clean handkerchief, and wiped the demon master's wet little head first, although the demon master was a little drunk, he felt that Feng Yuan's technique was good at this time, After he finished wiping, he shook his head vigorously and muttered something, Feng Yuan didn't hear it clearly, he just smiled and dried all the moisture on his wings.

The night was as cold as water, and the moon was flowing. When the devil woke up, it was almost midnight. He re-formed into a human form, yawned, and lazily sat up from the bed. He wanted to find a glass of water to drink, but when he turned his head, he found There was one more person in his own bedroom, a lamp lit up the dark night, the God of Fengyuan sat in front of the long desk not far away, holding a thin wolf hair brush in his hand and quickly rising and falling on the rice paper, he Hearing the sound on the bed, she asked him softly, "Are you awake?"

The demon master blinked, vaguely feeling that this person did not consider himself an outsider too much, pondered for a long time, and asked him: "What are you doing?"

Feng Yuan looked up at him, his hands didn't stop moving, and said in his mouth: "Don't you still need a weapon?"

Hearing the word "weapon", the demon lord cheered up a little, jumped off the bed, ran to Feng Yuan's side, and saw that there were indeed many drawings of weapons on the case. Almost all the swords, guns, swords and halberds were there. Zhang looked at it and liked it all.

"What do you want?" Feng Yuan asked him.

The demon lord squatted down beside the long case, completely forgetting that he wanted to interrogate Feng Yuanda why he stayed in his bedroom at night, he propped his chin, thought about it, and said very greedily: "Can all be made?" Come out, let me choose?"

Feng Yuan shook his head: "There are not many rough stones, so we can't refine so many."

Seeing the disappointment on the demon lord's face, Feng Yuan wanted to reach out and touch his head to comfort him, but he knew that it was no longer what it used to be. I have drawn all these looks, see if you like it.” He paused, and then said, “If you have any ideas, you can also draw them.”

The demon master thought to himself that he couldn't even draw a straight line with the brush, so don't embarrass yourself, so he stood by and guarded Feng Yuan, and said: "Then you draw first."

Feng Yuan hummed, and said to him: "There is a pot of Yunwu tea on the cabinet next to your bed, drink some when you are thirsty."

The demon lord let out a cry, got up and ran over, and came back with the teapot in his arms, sat down beside the long table, stared at Feng Yuan's pen without blinking, and narrowed his eyes after a while , head bit by bit, looking very sleepy, after Feng Yuan finished drawing the blueprint in his hand, he looked up at him, and saw that he was lying on the table and fell asleep again.

Feng Yuan shook his head, and carried him back to the bed.

The next day, the devil woke up from his sleep, looked at the stack of blueprints next to his pillow, and fell into the difficulty of choosing for an instant. He chose and chose, and there were three blueprints left in his hand, a long-spear, With a long sword and a curved bow, he raised his head and said to Feng Yuan, "I want them all."

Feng Yuan hadn't heard him act like a spoiled child to him for a long time. He thought that if the devil asked himself to dig out his heart at this time, he wouldn't hesitate at all. He pondered for a moment and said to the devil: "I see Let's see if we can make these three weapons into a magic weapon."

The Demon Lord nodded in satisfaction, and patted Feng Yuan on the shoulder as an encouragement.

"I have to go back to the heaven to get some raw materials," Feng Yuan said, "I'll be back soon."

The devil thought to himself, anyway, he planted the butterfly flower on him, even if he ran away, he could get it back.

It's just that he said this, as if he couldn't wait to come back before he got to the heaven, and the heaven is really not good enough.

After Feng Yuan left, the demon lord was still thinking idly that after a while, the celestial lords of the heaven might move to their demon world.

When Mengshu heard that Feng Yuan had returned to Ziwei Palace, he thought he was driven back by the devil, and planned to comfort him, but when he came to Ziwei Palace, he saw Feng Yuan bent over in Changqiu Palace After rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he was taken aback for a moment and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"Find some ingredients."

Before Mengshu asked him what raw material he wanted, Feng Yuan said again: "By the way, I remember you have a seal stone, lend it to me."

Can I borrow it back?Mengshu was extremely regretful, why did he forget to eat but not to fight, and ran to Ziwei Palace disobediently with two legs.

He asked, "What do you want Bandit Xishi for?"

Feng Yuan didn't hide anything from Meng Shu, and said to him: "Xing Ru is short of a weapon that is handy, I will make it for him."

Mengshu also guessed that he was probably doing it for the Majesty of the Devil Realm, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help reminding Feng Yuan: "You have moved the dowry from your mother's house before you marry yourself, right? Something not so good."

It's hard to say that in the future, I will lose my wife and lose my army.

Feng Yuan pondered for a moment, and said to Mengshu: "My Kunwu sword has just been sharpened a few days ago, and it is still sharp, how about the two of us go out and fight now?"

Mengshu went out to fight with Feng Yuan because he was mentally ill. He coughed with his fist on his lips, and said to Feng Yuan: "Wait, I'll go back and get you the bandan's seal stone."

Feng Yuan quickly collected most of the raw materials in the heaven, but there was still one piece of snow crystal, which was only found in the Nine Nether Realm, and the karma was gone from him, so it would be too late to go to the Nine Nether Realm now. nothing.