Quick Transmigration: The villains are all my adults

Chapter 17 - My Father Is the Devil Emperor (17)

"Daddy..." The exhaustion flashed in the eyes of the devil emperor, and Ning Xiao felt the desolation of despair from his tone: "Daddy wants to find Yue'er's mother..."

There is really a kind of love in this world that teaches life and death to go hand in hand.

Not long after Ning Xiao brought Jun Mo back, she was told that the Devil Emperor had retreated.

The power of the Demon Clan's court has not been handed over to the Demon Lord Ye Ming, but the senior ministers of the Privy Council have divided the power and handed over the seal to the only heir Ning Xiao.

On the surface, the Demon King Ye Ming, who is the next Demon Emperor, is the most powerful, but the seal that can command the entire Demon Race is still held in Ning Xiao's hands, and there are even veteran cabinet ministers behind him. Secretly, Ye Ming has no real power at all.

Ning Xiao also lamented that the Devil Emperor was really ruthless, forcing Fu Yue to grow stronger in such a desperate way. Unfortunately, in the original world plot, Fu Yue still died in the hands of Ye Ming.

However, when the core of the beauty is changed, it may become a disaster.

Five years later.

The sky was dark and starless, and a light was burning deep in the forest.

The barbecue set up on the bonfire was shiny and made a "sizzling" sound that appealed to the appetite. A middle-aged man with cheekbones sat on the ground next to him, flipping the barbecue from time to time.

Suddenly a flurry of flying birds startled, and the sound of fighting was getting closer.

The middle-aged man suddenly stood up, raised his right hand, and a long sword was sacrificed in a flash of white light. This is a sword repairman.

Two figures rushed out from the jungle with slanting branches, and the violent collision of the two long swords "Keng--" in mid-air sparked a flash of lightning, causing the two fighting figures to separate instantly.

Only then did the sword repairer see the two wrestling clearly. The young man in blue was heavily wounded, and the blood smeared on his body was shocking, while the woman in red opposite was holding a blood-stained long sword like a ghost of Shura, and looked at the young man with indifferent eyes. As dead.

Suddenly, the woman in red stabbed in the hand, and the sword energy burst out with silver light, like silver training, arousing a silver light, and killing the wounded boy like lightning.

"Keng——" The harsh metal sound of close combat resounded in the air.

Jianxiu flew up to block the deadly sword, and shouted angrily: "The witch is going crazy!"

The woman in red rolled her eyes in her heart, yes, this witch is Ning Xiao.

Being glared at by Jianxiu, Ning Xiao had no choice but to pretend to be a cruel and bloodthirsty female devil, licked her red lips, smiled wickedly, flipped her wrist, opened his sword at a tricky angle, and took Sen Leng's sword pointed at him.

Although Ning Xiao's face was covered by the veil, Jianxiu couldn't see her rampant expression, but he also felt the provocation of this female devil, and stabbed with his backhand sword, mixed with his own anger: "This is the human world, how can it be?" Rong Er and other demons are reckless!"

Ning Xiao dodged and raised her eyebrows. The fourth master of the Sword Sect was really as irritable and irritable as those fools detected, especially against the demons.

Another sword stabbed at him, and the witch seemed unwilling to confront him after being provocative, and she floated not far away, and sighed sadly: "Since I am a member of the Sword Sect, I will bear the pain to part with you, and I will pay you back." A favor."

After all, he looked at the young man hiding behind Jianxiu with reluctant eyes, and thought that Jianxiu, who was inserted between the two of them, was beating mandarin ducks if he didn't know the situation.

Before Jianxiu could ask what kind of favor the devil was talking about, the woman in red waved her sleeves and left.

Turning his head to look at the blood-stained young man, who looked like he was in his early ten years old, the middle-aged man walked over to check his injuries, his voice slowed down and said soothingly: "What's the child's name? How did you meet Moxiu?"

The young man in the green shirt raised his head, his face was stained with blood, and he still couldn't stop his radiant posture, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, clear eyes, and a bright smile on his mouth: "My name is Jun Mo."

(End of this chapter)