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Two short figures walked quickly on the path, carrying a pile of heavy white clothes and talking to each other.

"I heard that every time a new Demon Lord ascends to the throne, he will throw a big banquet. Ten Thousand Demons celebrate. Why has this superior not moved at all for three days, and now he has brought so many plain linen clothes and white silk funeral flowers? What is the meaning of this?" ah!"

"Shh, keep your voice down." The man hugged his companion beside him, "It looks like he's going to hold a memorial ceremony."

"Making a memorial ceremony? Why is this? Isn't this a celebration that you bumped into yourself?" The companion asked in puzzlement, "This new emperor is really unique. There has been no one like him in the Demon Lord Hall for thousands of years." Like that."

"Hey, you're still young after all."

"Young?" The companion was a little surprised, "This one does look young, but he must be a hundred years old!"

"What a hundred years old."

The man turned his head to his companion's ear and whispered something.

"Eighteen?! Are you kidding me! How is this possible!" The companion was so startled that his eyes were as wide as copper bells.

"Be quiet! Be quiet!"

The companion hurriedly covered his mouth, then turned his head and looked around, seeing that there was no one around, he asked in a low voice, "Are you kidding me about this?"

"What are you doing teasing? You didn't see that person's appearance clearly in Houshan that day?"

"You're right, don't you stand in the same row as me? It's so far away, you can't even see the fat and thin." The companion paused, "Can you see the star wish?"

"Hey, isn't there a relative of mine who follows Master Suzaku? He can clearly see it from the front. You'll be shocked if you say it."

"Is it possible that I have seen it?"

"Really, it's us—"

"What are you two procrastinating about?" A stern voice interrupted their conversation.

The two talked about their master behind their backs, and the master was already guilty, and was so frightened by the sudden scolding that he almost dropped the things he was holding on the ground.

The two faces looked at the person who appeared from nowhere, and they turned extremely pale and trembling, "Master Qinglong."

"Be quick with your hands and feet! Don't you want a chirping tongue?" The man's eyes were sharp, and he was carrying a wooden basket on his back, which contained a lot of strange herbs.

"My little one is wrong, Master Qinglong taught us that we will leave immediately!" The two nodded and bowed, and walked away quickly.

Just as the two walked away, a light voice sounded from the other side.

"It seems that our new lord is hard to convince everyone!" A young master waving a fan came with a smile like a green dragon, "There will be a big funeral on the day of succession, and this alone is enough to make his name go down in history."

"Suzaku, pay attention to your words. As the top four generals, you should be more cautious in your words and deeds!" Qinglong cast a glance at the other party, and then walked towards the Mozun Palace with a medicine basket on his back.

"Hey, I was just talking to you." Suzaku waved the fan with one hand, and wrapped the other around Qinglong's shoulder, "But it seems that you are sincere to our new venerable, and you will go up the mountain for him this morning. I went to collect medicine."

"Master Mozun is unbearably murderous and haunted by nightmares every day. I will find some remedies for him to calm down. This is my duty." Qinglong moved his shoulders, he was not used to Suzaku's intimate movements.

"I know about this, I heard that that person has already hurt several people who waited around me." Suzaku frowned slightly, showing a troubled look, "The addiction to murder is a troublesome thing, don't go crazy one day , and directly slaughtered this Demon Venerable Palace."

"Suzaku!" Qinglong couldn't take it anymore, and directly threw off the man's arm that was on him.

At this time, a distant bell rang.

"Ah! The bell is ringing again! The bell rings thirty thousand times in seven days." Suzaku was not annoyed, and naturally withdrew her hand, "This is also one of the sacrifices."

"I have something to do, let's go first." Qinglong didn't want to talk too much with Suzaku. Although the two had worked together for many years, they were not on the same side at all.

For Qinglong, his life belongs to the Demon Lord Palace, and belongs to the Supreme Demon Lord.

As long as the Demon Lord needs it, he can give everything.

Even if this Lord Mozun is only eighteen.

Qinglong hurried back to his Pharmacy Department, dried and ground some of the herbs harvested today into powder, and carefully put them into a porcelain bottle.

After looking at the time, he got up and went to the Mozun Hall.

With a new owner, the Mozun Palace is even quieter than before, and with the white silk funeral flowers hanging everywhere, it looks very uncomfortable.

An unusual smell drifted into Qinglong's nose.

Qinglong frowned and walked quickly.

He saluted, raised his head, and couldn't help being stunned.

A handsome and flirtatious man is half lying on a high seat, one of his long legs is straddling the handle of the throne, one hand is leaning on his chin, his eyes are slightly narrowed, and the other hand is holding a well-crafted tobacco rod Is puffing.

Dressed in plain onyx, in the mist, he looks like a nine-day fairy, which makes people unable to move their eyes away.

"What are you doing here? Is there something wrong?" The tobacco rod left the thin lips and opened and closed slightly.

"My lord, when did you start smoking tobacco?" Qinglong frowned slightly.

Tobacco is not a good thing. Folks call it "resurrection grass".

"The rare thing that Suzaku brought this morning." The man raised his head and put the pipe into his mouth, "It can relieve worries and sorrows, just what this deity needs."

"Your Majesty, smoke can disperse evil spirits, but it also consumes Qi, so it is not a good thing to know." Qinglong was familiar with medical books, and the medical theory came to him as soon as he opened his mouth, with a trace of worry on his face, "It is not easy to eat too much."

"Heh." The man chuckled, turned his face to Qinglong, "what are you afraid of, I can't die."

"Your Majesty!" Qinglong knelt on the ground abruptly, and said, "Your cultivation foundation is unstable and your mind is unstable. You should never get involved in such bad habits!"

Whoosh!

Qinglong's pupils shrank, and a cold light brushed across his face.He lowered his head slowly.

A few black hairs fluttered down on the smooth ground.

"Since you know that this deity's mind is unstable, don't meddle in your own business." His blood-colored eyes turned cold, "Otherwise, this deity doesn't know if he will miss you next time and take your life."

Seeing the body of the person kneeling on the ground trembling slightly, Mo Beichen closed his eyes slightly to calm his surging blood.

After the War of Hundred Demons, the murderous aura on his body became stronger and stronger.

Ordinary people can't even meet his eyes.

This is really a rare ability, but behind the powerful, there is a huge price to pay.

bloodthirsty!bloodthirsty!He restrained his desire every day, and this beast-like instinct troubled him all the time.

Mo Beichen knew that tobacco was bad, but in comparison, he would rather not turn himself into a monster without even human nature.

Get out!Get out of here!

Mo Beichen murmured in his heart.

Get away from him all, or you may be killed by yourself at some point.

The old man is gone, Wan Tiancheng is gone, and Black Bean is gone.

Without any sign, when he returned to the Demon Lord Hall, when he sat on this high position, he suddenly lost a lot.

Mo Beichen closed his eyes, and the man's face couldn't help appearing in his mind.

After all, he still couldn't figure out what Wan Tiancheng had done.

Be puzzled.

"Your honor!"

Mo Beichen's body trembled in fright from the loud roar, and he opened his eyes blankly.

"Your Majesty! The sea is as wide as a fish can leap, and the sky is as high as a bird can fly. Don't make the ground a prison, and disappoint the good intentions of the old lord! The position of the demon lord is your glory, not your shackles. The old lord's intention is not I imprison you in this square inch, but I want you to live above all people, do whatever you want, and be famous for thousands of miles!"

Mo Beichen raised his body and looked directly at the kneeling man.

"The subordinates know that you are sad, the subordinates know that you are unwilling, the subordinates know that you have been murdered and tortured, and you are in pain, but you still hold back. You have really done a good job, please stop embarrassing yourself. Qinglong is willing to follow to the death My lord! Willing to do my best for my lord, to imitate the abilities of dogs and horses!"

Mo Beichen stood up, feeling a little hesitant.

He knew that the people in the Mozun Palace disapproved of him; but he didn't know that there were people who were willing to follow and serve him.

His impression of this Qinglong was only one of the four generals, he didn't know that there was something about him that was worthy of the opponent's swearing to follow.

Another strange person.

Qinglong's face flushed a little, this was the first time he made such a loud noise in the Mozun Hall.

This kind of behavior is really rude, but he finally shouted out what was in his heart on the spur of the moment.

He lowered his head to see the white Su Xing walking in front of him.

The man coughed a few times, "What do you mean?"

Qinglong was overjoyed, and hurriedly took out the porcelain bottle from his arms, and shared his idea of ​​improving tobacco in a flash of inspiration.

Seeing the young man nodding his head slightly, Qinglong couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

With the assistance of Qinglong, the sacrificial ceremony was held as scheduled. According to Mo Beichen's request, he buried an unknown corpse and a corpse that was not a fairy together on the back mountain.

This is extremely impolite.

According to the rules left over from thousands of years ago, Houshan can only bury those who have contributed to the Demon Lord Hall.

Everyone was talking about it, but no one dared to raise it openly. They could only watch the heavy coffin being sent up the back mountain.

"Beichen." Mo Beichen was startled when he heard the familiar voice, and finally stopped.

He turned around, and saw the man who seemed to be forever innocent.

"Brother, I'm sorry, I missed your point." He pursed his lips.

"It's okay, I'm just thinking about you. I actually hope that Master's last wish can be fulfilled." Qing Ran always liked to dress in plain white, even though he was wearing plain sackcloth today, it seemed to be the same as usual.

It's just that his face is a little paler than before.

"It's not the old man's last wish, it's my own thought." Mo Beichen froze for a moment, and said truthfully.

"It's not the last words?" Qing Ran's eyes flickered hastily, "Then Master...can he leave any entrustment to you?"

"No, I usually talk so much, but in the end I didn't even say a word." Mo Beichen ticked the corner of his mouth and gave a wry smile.

"That's right..." Qing Ran's expression was a bit lonely, "The old man single-handedly put you on the throne, but he didn't see you on the throne with his own eyes. If the old man knew, he should be able to rest in peace."

"Do you rest in peace? I clearly remember that the old man was still in good health when I left, but for a year—" Mo Beichen looked at the faint forest, "What happened?"

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