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In the early morning of the next day, sword lights pierced through the clouds on the outskirts of Zheyue Mountain, and the representatives of the Immortal Sect were rushing to watch the excitement.

"Fellow Daoist, long time no see, how are you doing?" A white-robed cultivator laughed.

"Shang Ke," another purple-clothed cultivator nodded politely. Seeing that the cultivator's hands were empty, he couldn't help wondering, "Today, Yundu proposed marriage to Geyue Mountain, and fellow Taoist didn't bring a congratulatory gift?"

The white-robed cultivator said indifferently: "Today's marriage, whether it will be successful or not has not yet been decided, so it is too early to send a congratulatory gift now."

The purple-clothed cultivator thought for a while, and said, "Fellow Daoist, do you mean that the devil will reject Yundu's proposal?"

The white-robed cultivator raised his eyebrows: "Isn't this very obvious? Everyone knows that the devil's heart is clear, and it is for the sake of his understanding that the devil proposed the marriage plan, but Fengji came today because of Xie Zhiqin." Proposal, it is a good thing for the Demon Lord not to lose his temper."

"No way, as far as I know, apart from us, there are also the suzerains of the demon clan who are here today. Rao, the demon monarch usually acts recklessly, and he dare not be too reckless," the purple-clothed cultivator said, "after all, they There has long been dissatisfaction with him internally, the Demon Lord is now pregnant with Xie Zhiqin's child, if he still insists on being with Xi Ming, it will definitely cause commotion."

After finishing speaking, the white-robed cultivator suddenly burst out laughing.

The purple-clothed cultivator was puzzled: "Why are you laughing, fellow daoist? Is there something wrong with what I said?"

The white-robed cultivator suppressed his smile, and said: "I laugh at you, fellow daoist, you are naive, Zhong Weiling loves Sui Ming wholeheartedly, and has already entered the realm of madness, how could he get along with a deaf man in Yundu."

The purple-clothed cultivator frowned: "It's indeed written in the letter of Master Feng."

The white-robed cultivator cut his voice, and his face suddenly darkened: "Sect Master Feng is indeed the head of the immortal sect today, but he is not a true immortal, so he believes what a fellow Taoist says, which is too stupid. "

The cultivator in purple had a lump in his throat: "Liang Xiao, watch your words!"

Liang Xiao snorted coldly: "Am I wrong? The lesson learned from the Jiling Immortal Sect is already there, and only you, Fellow Daoist, foolishly cling to Yundu wholeheartedly."

The purple-clothed cultivator disdains: "Jiling Tang'an has evil intentions, private practice of sorcery, and collusion with the remnants of the former demon king. Those who want to harm my immortal sect should be punished. Moreover, the clouds are strong, and my sect is weak. What's wrong?"

If you don't attach, you will either perish by yourself, or be annexed by other immortal sects, nothing more than these two results.

"Powerful?" Liang Xiao snorted, "There are hundreds of sects in the immortal sect, and they are indeed still at the top of the immortal sect, but they may be overtaken by rising stars someday."

As soon as the words were finished, an irritable middle-aged male voice came from behind.

"Heh, Island Master Liang's words are so arrogant, does this mean that you are automatically taking your question about Xiandao as the up-and-coming star you just mentioned?" , "Just ask Xiandao, a place where birds don't shit, and a rising star, let's talk about getting rich first."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to activate his spiritual power, and flew past Liang Xiao with a whoosh.

Liang Xiao was swept up by the airflow deliberately created by Fengji, and almost fell off the flying sword, but fortunately he was supported.

There was only the purple-clothed cultivator beside Liang Xiao, and he subconsciously thought that the purple-clothed cultivator helped him, so he thanked him casually, but when he looked up, he realized that his height was not right.

Xie Zhiqin let go of his hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Is Master Liang alright?"

Liang Xiao looked at Xie Zhiqin, who was a full head and a half taller than him, and looked a bit shorter: "No, nothing."

Liang Xiao moved to the side in disgust: "Xie Xianshi is the protagonist today, let's go quickly, don't be late because of poverty."

Xie Zhiqin looked at him blankly, walked away with the sword energy in puzzled eyes.

"Bah! What kind of look is that in his eyes?" Liang Xiao thought of Xie Zhiqin's blank look just now, always felt that he was despising him, adjusted his clothes, and gave Xie Zhiqin's back a displeased look.

The purple-clothed cultivator said contemptuously: "Master Xie is not good at hearing, fellow daoist has such a low voice, isn't it normal for him to be puzzled, but fellow daoist, don't you feel that your attitude is very bad? Master Xie helped you, but you still despise him .”

Liang Xiao flicked off the sleeve that Xie Zhiqin had touched, and said in disgust: "I hate ugly people, fellow daoist, do you have any objections?"

Xie Zhiqin grew up in Yundu since he was a child, rarely went out, basically never showed his face in front of outsiders, and later wore a mask every day, so not many people saw his true face.

"If the Demon Lord really had an affair with him, it would be really tasteful." Liang Xiao said contemptuously.

The purple-clothed cultivator was dissatisfied: "I don't know if the devil has a strong taste, but I know that Master Liang's daydreams are very good, look at your feet, and then look at the feet of Master Xie, one is still a physical sword, One has reached the point where he can turn the emptiness into reality, and he can control the sword energy. If Wen Xiandao wants to compete with Yundu, it will take a long, long, long time."

"You!" Liang Xiao was about to get angry when the purple-clothed cultivator turned around, concentrated his spiritual power, and left at a high speed.

Before Liang Xiao came back to his senses, two demon birds led a two-wheeled cart past Liang Xiao. The car was covered with purple gauze curtains. Inside the car, Sang Ling'er glanced out seductively, and saw Liang Xiao That angry purple eggplant face muttered: "What the hell."

"Who is that old boy? His face looks like kidney deficiency." Sang Ling'er put down the veil and asked the little magic soldier who was fanning beside him.

The little demon soldier said: "Go back to Shaojun, that is to ask Liang Xiao, the owner of Xiandao."

"Ask Xiandao?" Sang Ling'er didn't pay attention at all, "I haven't heard of it, the newly emerging fairy gate?"

The little magic soldier said: "Yes. Three years ago, a small island rose from an inland sea in the middle of Sichuan, and then Wenxian Island appeared. It has developed rapidly in these years, and now it has become one of the top ten sects of immortal sect. However, for some reason, Liang Xiao seems to be very dissatisfied with Yun."

Sang Ling'er cut her voice, propped her head on one hand, closed her eyes and murmured: "I have a high self-esteem, I have no room for others, I am not a climate, I am not afraid."

The sunlight pierced through the clouds and sprinkled on the Mountain of the Moon, and the people from the Demon Clan of the Xianmen were still rushing to the Mountain of the Moon, until it was almost noon, and all the people were able to get together.

The magic soldier and witch cleaned up the halls and guest rooms, coming and going, very busy.

Zhong Weiling had breakfast and was lying in the plum garden basking in the sun. Su Yang and Li Que, who had just rushed back in the morning, were beside him and fell silent.

The night that Zhong Weiling left without saying goodbye, Feng Ji, Sang Ling'er and Su Yang talked about letting Xie Zhiqin replace Sui Ming in the marriage. At that time, Sang Ling'er and Su Yang didn't express their views.

They knew very well that the fact that Zhong Weiling was pregnant with Xie Zhiqin's child could be kept a secret for a while, but not for a lifetime, it would be known to others one day, and Zhong Weiling was really no longer suitable to continue marriage with Sui Ming.

In order to protect the face of both immortals and devils, it is undoubtedly the best choice for Xie Zhiqin to marry Zhong Weiling instead of Sui Ming.

But Sang Ling'er and Su Yang couldn't help but get dizzy when they thought of the idiotic things their demon lord had done to pursue Ximing.

However, Zhong Weiling is important, and the face and stability of the entire demon clan are more important. Only then did Sang Ling'er and Su Yang secretly reach an agreement with Fengji, and they did today's event together. I hope Zhong Weiling can accept it.

"Your Highness, I'm not trying to force a marriage." Su Yang thought that when he came back, he would be reprimanded by Zhong Weiling or even killed directly, but he never expected that Zhong Weiling just hummed and said nothing else , this made Su Yang even more panicked, "If you are angry, kill me, Su Yang has no complaints!"

Zhong Weiling opened his eyes, and said sleepily: "Can't you let me rest a little longer? It's so noisy."

Su Yang was stunned: "Your Highness, you will not punish me?"

"I know that you are doing it for the good of the demons, and I know

I said that you are worried about my thoughts on Sui Ming, since this move is for the sake of the overall situation, why should you be punished? " Zhong Weiling asked back.

Su Yang was at a loss. When did His Royal Highness understand righteousness so well? You must know that he was just trying to persuade him that immortals and demons are not compatible. If he insisted on staying with Sui Ming, it might cause turmoil in the demon clan. His Royal Highness He almost sent him away.

"Don't mention Suiming in front of me recently, I don't want to hear his name." Zhong Weiling frowned wearily.

Su Yang exchanged glances with Li Que, a little surprised by Zhong Weiling's words just now.

Li Que was cautious, and boldly said: "Your Highness doesn't like Sui Ming anymore?"

Zhong Weiling hummed, took a sip of tea, and glanced at Li Que: "I just said, don't mention Suiming, Li Que, you were infected by Xie Zhiqin, and your ears are not working?"

Li Que quickly knelt down: "Your Highness, forgive me, it's Li Que's slip of the tongue." Li Que paused, but couldn't help asking, "In this case, will Your Highness agree to today's marriage?"

Zhong Weiling lowered his eyes and didn't speak.

At this time, even if he declares to the world that he doesn't like Xie Ming, few people will believe it. Therefore, as long as he refuses to marry Xie Zhiqin, everyone will naturally decide that he refuses because of Xie Ming. Only then did he disregard the two faces.

The position of Demon Lord is really not a good place to sit.

"Have Fengji and the others come?" Zhong Weiling changed the topic and asked the little demon soldier beside him.

The little demon soldier said: "It's already here, may His Highness go and have a look?"

"No, I will sleep for a while, and call me after they have made all the arrangements." Zhong Weiling waved his hand, signaling everyone to back off, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Drowsiness during pregnancy is a common occurrence, but sleepiness like Zhong Weiling's is really rare.

Half an hour later, in the Demon Lord's Palace, all the immortal sects and the Demon Race suzerain sat side by side, waiting quietly for the bell to arrive.

Zhong Weiling didn't come for a long time, and everyone couldn't help it, so they started talking.

"Master Feng, why did your Xie Zhiqin get along with the Demon Lord?" A fairy asked Fengji curiously.

Feng Ji glared at him: "Who did it?"

The immortal smiled apologetically, "It was my slip of the tongue, please tell me quickly."

"What are you talking about, it's not me, how would I know." Feng Ji ignored him, turned to see Xie Zhiqin with a heavy expression on his face, frowning, "What's wrong with you?"

Xie Zhiqin didn't speak, to be precise, he didn't hear what Fengji said at all.

At the same time, Han Xun on the opposite side said with a displeased face: "Xie Xianshi, since my Highness has a queen with you, I will naturally agree with your marriage, but there is one thing that I think we should make clear in advance. Your Highness is the only child of the Heavenly Demon, that is the hope of our entire demon clan, so after getting married, His Highness will definitely not be able to go to your Yundu with you, so I wonder if Xianshi Xie is willing to marry you?"

Han Xun talked in his heart for a long time before finding an opportunity to speak out, but...

Xie Zhiqin didn't respond.

He clenched his fists on his thighs, his eyes were very glued, as if he was struggling with something, and his lips were tightly pressed.

Han Xun called out, "Xie Xianshi?"

Feng Ji couldn't stand it any longer: "He can't hear you, please speak up."

Han Xun was taken aback for a moment, he had never believed that Xie Zhiqin was deaf, it turned out that there was something wrong with his ears.

Han Xun groaned, turned up the volume, and shouted, "Thank you Immortal Master!"

The loud voice echoed throughout the Demon King's Palace, Xie Zhiqin raised his head suddenly, his eyes were blank, he looked like a frightened kitten.

"Pfft—" A sneer came from the right side of Fengji, followed by a soft mutter, "It's been a long time since I was so deaf and still had sex with the Demon Lord."

All the people present were the best of both immortals and devils, with excellent hearing ability. Even if Liang Xiao lowered his voice on purpose, everyone could still hear clearly.

For a while, the suzerains of the Mozu who didn't often come to the Mojun Palace and a few people from the Xianmen all looked like they couldn't help laughing, some even laughed out loud, and the mockery in their eyes was especially bare|naked.

"You guys!" Feng Ji couldn't bear his temper, but just after he said these two words, a deep and gloomy male voice came from Liang Xiao's side.

"Is it funny?" Liang Xiao shuddered all over, and turned his head slightly, facing Shang Zhong Weiling's cold eyes.

When everyone heard the prestige, the atmosphere in the entire Demon Lord Hall suddenly froze.

Although Zhong Weiling is not the strongest among the previous demon lords, he is definitely the strongest in the current demon clan. Coupled with the arrogance of young master Zhong's rich second generation in his previous life, Liang Xiao is like a demon in front of him. It's a jumping clown.

Zhong Weiling is firstly afraid of ghosts, secondly afraid of death, and the rest has never been afraid of anything.

"You like to laugh so much, do you want me to kick you out and laugh enough?" Zhong Weiling slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, and said with a subterranean smile.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Liang Xiao's forehead, and he wanted to speak, but something stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to speak at all.

"Island Master Liang, right?" Zhong Weiling stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder. After feeling the man tremble, he said with satisfaction, "It's the first time we've met, I wish you Wen Xiandao to get rid of poverty as soon as possible. I heard that Island Master Liang still wants to Catch up with Yundu, this daydream is done very well, not bad.”

Liang Xiao's complexion has turned completely pale, but this is the Demon King's Palace, Zhong Weiling's territory, and he dare not refute.

Zhong Weiling pressed his shoulders, raised his eyelids slightly, glanced coldly at the familiar demon lords on the opposite side, and said flatly: "Why are you still sitting here, get out."

The tone is flat as if it's homely, but the attitude is so cold that it makes people feel like they're sitting on pins and needles.

Those demon clan masters looked at Zhong Weiling in astonishment. The eyeliner who had been placed in the Demon Lord's Palace last month clearly said that the Demon Lord was still the idiot Demon Lord, and the person in front of him was not like that at all.

"Every time the Palace of the Demon King invites a few people to discuss matters, some of them are either sick or unable to get away. Why are you so free today? Not only are you here, but you are also sitting here watching the fun, are you very happy?" Zhong Weiling smiled contemptuously. He made a sound, and suddenly turned cold, "I tell you to get out! Are you deaf?!"

When several demon suzerains left in embarrassment, all the people present swallowed nervously.

Except for Xie Zhiqin.

As soon as Zhong Weiling turned his head, he saw Xie Zhiqin pressing his hands on his thighs, staring at him innocently, the tenderness in his eyes was almost overflowing.

Stupid, being ridiculed like this, it's still like nothing.Zhong Weiling gave him a displeased sideways glance, and slowly sat down on the main seat, resting his head on one hand, in another habitual lazy posture.

After the incident just now, the atmosphere in the entire Demon Lord Palace is quite serious.

Fengji coughed dryly, and thanked Zhong Weiling first, and after briefly explaining the purpose of coming, he said in a deep voice: "The matter has come to this point, and for the sake of both immortals and demons, I specially brought me, Yun Duxie, to propose marriage. How do you like it?"

Zhong Weiling's complexion was not good, and he looked unhappy. Hearing this, he didn't speak.

Everyone present was staring at him, especially those sect elders of the Demon Race, not to mention, they were indeed a little stressed.

But Zhong Weiling just didn't answer, his eyes fell on Xie Zhiqin, after Xie Zhiqin looked at him for a while, the expectation in his eyes gradually dimmed.

So, he still doesn't want to.

Xie Zhiqin looked around and looked at the eagerly awaited people around him, clenched his fists, took a deep breath, raised his head and smiled slightly: "Excuse me, I'm different..."

In the middle of speaking, a helpless smile suddenly appeared on Zhong Weiling's indifferent face, and he said in a flat tone: "I agree."

The cherry blossom tree in the courtyard swayed, and with a sudden gust of wind, the elegant petals blew into the Demon Lord's hall. Xie Zhiqin stood in the middle of the hall, his pupils trembling.