Bai Yueguang's stand-in cries all over the realm of comprehension

Yan Wei brewed many words.

After only four words, Qi Yue interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

He casually threw the handkerchief on Wuhe's body, cleaned it up several times with magic, and said coldly, "Clean it up."

The air was filled with the stench of Elder Wuhe's blood.

It smells bad.

Yan Wei: "..."

Your Majesty not only came back, but also his temper.

Yan Wei pointed to the group of dancers lying on the ground: "Your Majesty, where are they?"

There was no emotion on Qiyue's face: "Throw it all out."

Yan Wei understood him very well: "Do you want to change the carpet again?"

Qiyue sat back on the throne and let out a lazy "hmm".

Yan Wei: "Obey."

He dealt with Wuhe's body first.

When he came back, he was followed by a group of surprised and angry elderly elders and two rows of magic repair guards who came to drag the dead body to change the carpet.

Qiyue has already put the blue-faced fangs mask on her face.

The elders first bowed to Qiyue respectfully.

Then he stood up, poked his neck and questioned him:
"Your Majesty, Elder Wuhe is the most senior elder in our Demon Realm no matter what, why did you kill him so casually?!"

Pray for the days when I'm not here.

Bewitched by Wuhe, they took many treasures in the magic palace as their own.

He even reached out to the city that never sleeps.

This is what Yan Wei told him.

Of course, some valuables include Qiyue's private space, and Yan Wei guards it very well.

Qiyue glanced at the early elder, lifted his finger slightly, and slapped him across the face with a slap.

"Who does this deity want to kill, and when does he need to report to you?"

The elder was directly slapped by the slap and turned twice on the spot.

His head was in a daze, and his cheeks were instantly swollen, hot, painful and numb.

His back broke out in cold sweat.

Subconsciously touched his head, but luckily the head was still on the neck.

Then he quickly knelt down and restrained himself, without the arrogance just now: "My lord, please spare me!"

Several other elders who also wanted to ask the teacher for their crimes also turned off the fire in an instant.

I haven't seen each other for more than a year. They act willfully and recklessly, and they really regard the Demon Realm as their own.

They all forgot Qiyue's ruthless and decisive methods.

This slap successfully made them remember who is Mo Yu's real father.

The scene suddenly became awkward.

A group of elders stood where they were, without Qi Yue's orders, neither to advance nor to retreat.

Yan Wei's appearance made the scene even more embarrassing.

Holding a luxurious spirit wool carpet, he poked the elders who seemed to be fixed in place: "Elders, please lift your feet and move to another place."

Their new carpet is here.

*

There is nothing to remediate in the Demon Realm.

During Qiyue's absence for more than a year, Yan Wei has kept the demon domain pretty well.

Except for a few elders who have long been dissatisfied and always want to make trouble.

But none of them are problems.

Pray for boldness.

He will slap anyone who flirts with him.

If you are disobedient and want to make trouble, you will break your neck.

Half a month later, Moyu returned to its previous appearance.

Qiyue really felt that her temper had improved.

He had always broken the neck of the opponent directly before.

Now not only have I learned how to slap, but sometimes before killing a demon, I will politely ask people: Do you want to die?

Of course, the other party's answer was not within his consideration.

It's all the stinking problems left behind after staying in the cultivation world for a long time.

Qiyue leaned lazily on the bed, resting his head on his elbows, his black and smooth hair fell behind his head.

I don't know what Jiang Yanlu is doing at the moment.

The Xuanhun Orb that Jiang Yanlu gave him was used up when he merged with his body in the cave.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have fully recovered in just two months.

The flowers that Jiang Yanlu gave him earlier were also left in Taixuan Jianzong.

It should have been brought back together then.

Yan Wei walked over lightly, and asked, "When will Your Majesty leave for the Nightless City?"

Praying: "Tomorrow."

After solving the matter of the city that never sleeps, he will return to the Taixuan Sword Sect.

Thinking of seeing Jiang Yanlu soon, the corners of Qiyue's lips raised involuntarily.

Yan Wei came here this time, and there is one more thing:

"Your Majesty, you sent your subordinates to arrest Mi Xuzi earlier, and now Mi Xuzi has been imprisoned by your subordinates, how does Your Majesty plan to deal with him?"

Qi Yue lifted his eyes, sat up from the bed, and said coldly: "Bring it out."

He always remembered that Jiang Yanlu was slapped several times by Mi Xuzi.

If he hadn't arrived in time, Jiang Yanlu would have died in their hands.

If it wasn't for the inconvenience in the cultivation world, he would have killed the person long ago, so why wait until today.

The dungeon of Moyu can be described as "dirty and messy".

Mi Xuzi was washed three times back and forth by the demon cultivators, until the smell was completely gone before he was brought in front of Qiyue.

His face was haggard and bloodless, and his whole body was like a deflated balloon, with a big piece deflated.

There are also two bone-erosion nails with barbs running through the shoulder blade.

Every time he took a step, his clothes would be soaked with blood, and the black iron chains were also rattling on the ground.

But he can't die.

Yan Wei has been hanging his life with pills.

The moment Mi Xuzi saw Qiyue's stern face, his eyes widened instantly, his canthus tearing apart.

"It's you!"

How could Mi Xuzi not remember him.

That frightening boy who pierced through the Bone Hand Demon Cultivator with one punch!
"Aren't you from the cultivation world?"

Qiyue didn't intend to greet him, nor did he answer his questions leisurely.

A terrifying coercion instantly filled the small room.

Immediately, Mi Xuzi's entire face contorted, and the veins on his neck and temples bulged.

Qiyue's beautiful and slender fingers slightly closed.

Mi Xuzi felt a pair of invisible big hands grasping his whole body.

The huge force constantly squeezed the bones and organs in his body.

He twisted and howled in pain.

This pain is ten thousand times greater than that on the shoulder blades.

Even if he is a strong man in the God Transformation Realm, he can't bear it at all.

Faintly, Mi Xuzi heard Qiyue's voice as cold as ice: "Dare to touch her, what are you?"

In the next moment, his body exploded like a mist of flowers.

*

Taixuan Sword Sect, in Qinglu Garden.

Sitting at the table, Jiang Yanlu took out the phoenix jade pendant from the jade bracelet and handed it to the sword spirit in front of him.

"Do you know this jade pendant?"

Sword Spirit took the jade pendant and carefully examined the phoenix pattern on it for a long time.

Tilting his head, he said in a milky voice:

"I seem to have seen a jade pendant similar to this jade pendant with the previous owner a long time ago."

Jiang Yanlu asked Sword Spirit: "Do you still remember what the jade pendant you saw looked like?"

Sword Spirit nodded: "Remember, my memory is good!"

Jiang Yanlu took out a brush and a blank piece of paper, and handed it to Sword Spirit: "Can you draw it?"

Sword Spirit nodded confidently: "Don't worry Lu Lu, I'm good at painting! The previous master praised me every day! Put it on me!"

He doesn't like to be stared at or interrupted when he's creating.

Jiang Yanlu could only see the back of his confident and serious head, and his smooth movements.

A quarter of an hour later, the tree spirit rushed towards Jiang Yanlu with the paper in his hand as if asking for credit.

"Lulu, I finished the drawing!"

Jiang Yanlu was full of anticipation, and when he saw the jade pendant pattern on the paper, he fell silent on the spot.