After shrinking, I bent my foe [Cultivation]

"The patriarch has to be a little more lenient before he takes office."

Behind the gauze curtain was the calm and desolate voice of the sage, without any disturbance.

Surrounded by a crowd of disgusted or schadenfreude eyes, except for Yan Zhiyi's young friends who bowed their heads and kept silent, the rest were all repulsive.

The patriarch in a white dress with gold patterns had light eyebrows, and even had a slight smile, and he got up and bowed in response.

"The affairs of the clan are busy, so let's leave the banquet first."

The patriarch bowed his eyes apologetically and said goodbye.

"Remember the teachings of the saints."

Yan Zhiyi finally bowed his head and saluted.

The phantom beside her silently lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and dared not move.

Pei Qingyan saw it. The moment the young patriarch turned around, there was still a slight smile on the corner of his lips, but his eyes were already filled with coldness and boredom, and there was a faint suppressed hostility around his brows.She walked out of the hall slowly like this, her back was thin and straight in the eyes of everyone ridiculing her.

When tens of thousands of people crowded out, the sage not only failed to protect his little girl, but instead opened his mouth as if throwing stones into a well.

Pei Qingyan raised her eyes to look at the woman sitting upright behind the curtain, and a murderous intent flashed in her pupils.

When Pei Qingyan spoke at the beginning, it was only because Yan Zhiyi made too much noise in the Yaozu, so she casually reminded her in the hall.

But when she changed the angle and watched the banquet again by Yan Zhiyi's side, she suddenly found out that to Yan Zhiyi who was in a difficult situation at that time, what did her words mean? What.

It's the malicious intentions of watching with cold eyes, and the beating of adding insult to injury.

It was another foot on Yan Zhiyi's back.

Pei Qingyan was in a panic, and saw that the young patriarch was about to leave before quickly following him.No one could see her in the illusion, but the woman still cautiously followed the patriarch with her head down, and quietly reached out to hold the patriarch's hanging hand, as if she could be by Yan Zhiyi's side at that time.

"...but angry?"

After leaving the domain of the human race, Luo Lu, who was guarding Yan Zhiyi with her sword in her arms, poured a cup of tea for the patriarch whose brows were covered with frost and snow, and sighed softly.

"No."

Yan Zhiyi picked up the cup of tea with downcast eyes, and took a sip.

"to be frank."

Luo Lu didn't like her, so she glanced at her amusedly.

"It's written all over his face that he wants to kill someone, and he still says he's not angry."

Yan Zhiyi was noncommittal, sipped the tea with his eyes downcast, and then squeezed the cup into powder with a little force with his fingertips.

"Noisy, I want to slap her."

Yan Zhiyi narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, and there was a cold light in her pupils.

The phantom next to him pursed his lips and drooped some red eyes, pinching the cloth on his lap, not daring to make a sound.

"The saint of the human race."

Yan Zhiyi snorted coldly: "I'm really full, but it's on me."

When she was young, she heard her mother mention this saint, but she had never met him.

Now that I have seen it, it is really... extraordinary.

Yan Zhiyi twitched her brows slightly and sneered.

This was the first time she met Pei Qingyan as the new patriarch, and she couldn't suppress the disgust for this saint in her heart.

Pei Qingyan warned her to be more lenient in the main hall, Yan Zhiyi turned around and led the army with swords in hand to attack all tribes in the Monster Realm. Countless creatures were killed, and all those who refused to surrender were killed by her hand.

The more creatures you kill, the more power you can devour.

The power of devouring has increased... The pain of this backlash is not something ordinary people can bear.

In a war with the dragon clan, in order to kill the town elders of the dragon clan in one fell swoop, she devoured the souls of two dragon clan elders at once, causing her cultivation to skyrocket.

"Sorcerer means, disobedience to the destiny, Yan family child, you are not afraid of retribution!"

Seeing her brazenly devouring the souls of the clansmen in front of him, the clan elders of the dragon clan immediately raised the spear in their hands and angrily reprimanded her.

"retribution?"

The blood-stained woman hooked her lips and smiled lowly: "My seat's retribution, just wait and wait below!"

The pale and bloodless fingertips raised slightly, golden hot flames condensed on the fingertips, the sound of the Golden Crow's cry resounded through the sky, the longbow appeared on the fingertips, and the flames shot away instantly like arrows.The fireworks turned into a huge and ferocious Golden Crow, roaring towards the sky, especially against the elder's real dragon body.

Yan Zhiyi watched coldly, and suddenly pressed his brows, the sword was already in his hand when he moved his long sleeve lightly, with a light tap on his toe, his figure flew up, and the long sword struck at his fingertips from below, and the silver light pierced the sky.The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the killing intent is sharp.

With just one strike, the golden dragon's body was broken, and blood splashed down like a waterfall.

There was silence all around.

The woman flicked her sleeves and retracted the sword, looked around with lowered eyes, and said coldly: "Kill."

"Yes!"

The army roared suddenly, resounding through the border.

Yan Zhiyi landed lightly, raised her hand to brush her bun, turned and left.She spoke with spiritual power and gave an order: "Anyone who refuses to surrender will be killed without mercy."

Beads of blood were stained on the pale cheeks, which had already shown a little sickness, and the blood under the phoenix eyes was dotted with blood, which was charming to the bone.

But the phantom beside her could clearly see the blood from the corner of Yan Zhiyi's lips that Yan Zhiyi calmly wiped away when she stroked her bun with her hand, and the faint tremor of her fingertips when she finally lowered her wrist.

Cut off the tendons and reshape inch by inch.

How painful should this be?

As long as Pei Qingyan watched it from the sidelines, she felt her heart tremble and ache.

Yan Zhiyi lowered his eyes and swallowed the fishy sweetness in his throat, his brows were calm and unwavering.

She walked all the way, full of killings.Later, he proved the way by killing, and walked the way of killing.

It took Yan Zhiyi more than a hundred years to attack and rule the demon realm.During this period, in addition to the interior of the demon domain, it also has to deal with the covetousness and attack from the outside.

Among them, the person who annoys her the most is none other than that Saint Pei.

At the end of her life, Yan Zhiyi could still bear her head down, but now that her wings are getting fuller, the internal turmoil has made her sleepless day and night, and her heart is full of hostility, but this saint wants to hit her on the muzzle, and has to show off every time she meets her. Yan Zhiyi was disgusted by his airs of preaching, and several times at the banquets of various ethnic groups, he uttered a lot of sarcasm, shook his sleeves and left.

At that time, she was about to lead the demon clan, so why would everyone in the palace dare to look at her with the eyes they used to?

Now seeing that she didn't even give the face of a saint, she was astonished and bowed her head in silence, not daring to hit the muzzle of the gun.

On the way back, Luo Lu beside her burst out laughing, causing Yan Zhiyi to glance sideways.

"What are you laughing at?"

Yan Zhiyi calmed down and asked softly.

"You have always been calm, but every time you see Pei Sheng, you have to lose your temper. It's really wrong."

Luo Lu raised her eyebrows, propped her chin and laughed teasingly.

Upon hearing that person's name, Yan Zhiyi couldn't help frowning: "Don't mention her, it's really bad luck."

"If it weren't for the worse situation in the domain, I wouldn't have come to this banquet."

The patriarch snorted coldly: "Before this, I've never seen anyone as annoying as her, it's really insightful."

Pei Qingyan pursed her lips and lowered her eyes.

"Okay, okay, it's okay if you don't come next time."

Luo Lu looked amused, and quickly poured a cup of tea for the angry patriarch and passed it over.

"Just push these posts in the future, don't worry about these people."

Yan Zhiyi drank the tea in one gulp, and the anger in her heart calmed down a little. After hearing her words, she understood in her heart, so she snorted softly and stopped talking.

It's a pity to say so, but after Yan Zhiyi became the emperor, there were several big banquets of various ethnic groups that he still had to attend.

From then on, wherever she lived with that human saint, there would always be disputes, ridicule, and gunpowder.In the end, Yan Zhiyi couldn't hold back anymore, and directly raised the table and drew his sword.

In Luo Lu's words: "Your Majesty is really good at forcing Pei Shengren to fight with you."

This sentence can be described as true feelings, without half adulteration.

From this, it can be seen how powerful the demon emperor is at mocking people.

What a cold coffin face, dead face, loss of appetite... Yan Zhiyi pointed his nose in front of Pei Shengren and scolded all the words that he hadn't said back then.

She has been in power for many years, and her temperament has long lost the impulsiveness she had when she was young, but every time she saw Pei Shengren, she was like a firecracker being lit, which made Luo Lu both funny and puzzled.

"She mocked Gu Xiao like a flower and phoenix in the hall, so why should Gu give her face?!"

The Demon Emperor got a dark green long dress, which was decorated with various shark silk and jewels. He came to the banquet on the first day of wearing it, but a word from Pei Shengren ruined all his moods.After that, Yan Zhiyi never touched that outfit again.

Luo Lu shook her head helplessly, but also couldn't figure it out.

Pei Shengxiu's ruthless way is the most cultivated, he has never sarcastically sarcastized anyone before, he has always been calm, why did he seem to be a different person when it came to Yan Zhiyi?

Pei Qingyan: ...

The phantom floating beside them followed silently, lowering their brows with some grievance.

At that time, Pei Qingyan really thought that Yan Zhiyi's suit matched her very well. Although the sage liked Su, she had to admit that the Yaohuang was extremely beautiful and was born suitable for such a jewel-studded costume.Not only is she not gaudy, but it matches the Demon Emperor's haughty aura, making her even more glamorous and compelling.

It's a pity... The saint doesn't often praise others, and he has forgotten the taboos of the monster race.

Everyone praised her like a phoenix, but hearing it in the ears of Yan Zhiyi, who was a Golden Crow, was full of humiliation.

After that big fight, the news of Pei Shengyan's power spread all over the upper realm.Later, Yan Zhiyi refused to attend again and again, which confirmed this rumor even more.

Even if you don't want to take a seat, isn't it a sign of extreme disgust?

This can be regarded as gradually calming down.

The days go by quickly, and a thousand years is like the snap of fingers for a cultivator.

But... a new round of disasters came.

Luck tilted and collapsed, and the spiritual power of the upper realm was rapidly passing away, almost doomsday.

Luo Lu has become demonic, and her body suffered from toxins and diseases during the accident that year. The way of cultivating demons is too extreme, and the accident in the upper realm made her fall first.

When she fell down, Yan Zhiyi received another letter from Xingyan Pavilion.

It was from the former saint who was blocked by the people of the righteous way.

Yan Zhiyi didn't look at it, she just stood quietly beside Luo Lu's bed, looking at her friend's slightly pale cheeks, silent.

"...Actually, it's good to die."

The devil lay on the pillow with his white hair loose and looked at her with a smile, and reached out to hold her fingertips.

Yan Zhiyi lowered her eyes, paused, and nodded lightly: "...I know."

So she didn't show any sadness.

She said that, but the smile on Luo Lu's face slowly faded, and she sighed softly: "I'm going to find my parents, but I'm a little worried about you."

"The living are always more uncomfortable."

Just like now, there is no trace of sadness on the face of the Demon Emperor, but Luo Lu clearly heard the blunt knife sharpening her heart bit by bit, and the blood drops drop by drop.

"...That Pei Sheng sent you a message again, didn't he?"

Luo Lu coughed lightly, and an abnormal blush suddenly appeared on her pale cheeks.

It is the reflection of the dying light.

Yan Zhiyi bowed his head and passed some spiritual power to her, and he responded lightly.

"you are tired."

With the fishy sweetness in her throat, Luo Lu suddenly bent her eyes and smiled, just like when she was young.

"I haven't seen you smile for a long time."

The heavy burden on the throne made the Demon Emperor feel a little out of breath.

Luo Lu stroked her cheek with her hand, and said softly, "Go to sleep for a while, I'm going to sleep for a while too. When you wake up, go see Pei Shengren."

Yan Zhiyi looked at her silently, and finally pursed her lips in a low voice.

So the person on the bed laughed again, she laughed more times today than in the past few years, and she could vaguely see the appearance of the little girl from the Luo family in Linbin City back then.

"...If you still have time after waking up, come and see me...take me back...OK?"

The person on the bed spoke with a trembling voice, accompanied by a violent cough.

Luo Lu still had a smile on her face, but her eyes were full of water.

Yan Zhiyi closed her eyes and agreed again.

She got up this time and walked towards the door.The moment the door closed, she heard a voice behind her, very slight, with a trembling smile.

"...ball ball."

"Thank you."

Yan Zhiyi paused, without speaking, and gently closed the door with his backhand.

She didn't go back to the room, but quietly walked to the old tree not far away and sat down, leaning on the trunk of the old tree like that, with neither sadness nor joy on her face, a little calm and numb.

Yan Zhiyi looked down at her fingertips, and the lowered eyelids covered the expression in her pupils.After a long time, the eyelids suddenly trembled slightly, and she finally closed them.

The last person in this world who called her Qiuqiu is gone.

Yan Zhiyi thought quietly.

She is really tired.

Without the vigor of her youth, at this moment she closed her eyes and leaned against the tree trunk to fall into a deep sleep, with the murderous aura on her brows still lingering.That unusually pale face frowned slightly even when he was asleep, hiding the lingering tiredness.

Occasionally, some petals fell from the old tree with the breeze, and fell on her shoulders and skirts, bringing a little fragrance to help her fall asleep.

Xu Ying bent her back, gently encircling her thin figure, humming a tune as if she was coaxing Qiuqiu to sleep in reality, with affection in her heart.

When I woke up, many pink and white petals had fallen on my shoulders.

The woman's eyelids trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, looking at her fingertips hanging on her knees with a sleepy look.

After a rare sleep, Yan Zhiyi raised her fingertips and gently rubbed the center of her brows, and stood up while supporting the tree trunk.

She didn't pause for long, and soon entered the door, bent down and picked up the lifeless person on the bed, and sent her home.

The hometown of the Luo family in Linbin City, where Yan Zhiyi buried her.

Afterwards, she tore open the letter sent to her by Pei Shengren and went to Xingyan Pavilion.

"You came."

The saint was blocked at the highest level of the pavilion.

Yan Zhiyi sized her up lightly, then hooked her lips and said sarcastically: "To see a saint like this, so-and-so dies without regrets."

Pei Shengren raised his eyes to look at her, his pupils were a little cold: "The Demon Emperor speaks carefully."

Caution?

Yan Zhiyi sneered: "Tell me quickly if you have anything to do, lonely time is precious."

Pei Shengren glanced at her, didn't say anything, just handed over a document.

Yan Zhiyi took it calmly.

It is also an anecdote that the world-recognized rivals rarely sit at the same table calmly.

Yan Zhiyi stayed here for nearly two hours, and no one knew the content of the conversation.

It's just that when he finally left, the Demon Emperor turned sideways with his hands behind his back, condescendingly looked at the saint, and pursed his lips and said:

"Gu recently wasn't in a very happy mood, but when he saw you, he was very happy."

"Pei Qingyan, you are really old and have come to this point."

The demon king who made a lot of trouble back then, and who counted pennies and pennies, returned them one by one now.

Before Shengren Pei could turn cold and say something, Yan Zhiyi smiled lightly and left with his hands behind his back.

However, within a few days, the enchantment formations in the demon realm and the human realm started, spiritual power spread, and time and space reversed.

The world was wiped out inch by inch and returned to the prehistoric.

In the secret room of the demon clan, the white-haired demon emperor calmly closed his eyes, allowing his body to be reduced to ashes.

This day happened to be her birthday.

It's a pity that she has somewhat forgotten how old she is, and no one would laugh and call Qiuqiu to accompany her.

So, whatever.

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