From the Demon to Become a Slave: The First Divine Beast Demon Concubine

Chapter 52

The bowing of the demon group made the disciples of Hanpeng Mountain widen their eyes. It turned out that the good-looking and cold man was actually the leader of the demon group, the Demon Lord.

"The banquet begins."

After Sanskrit's voice fell, the little demons who brought gifts gave gifts one after another. Mang Gu motioned for them to put the gifts beside the table without looking at them. After a while, the gifts piled up into a hill.

A few people pushed a small stage in the shape of a lotus flower to the middle, and after a while, a woman in red came walking on the wind, holding a piano, and faintly sang the song sung by Chongxue's sanskrit.

Sanskrit and Chongxue's expressions changed, and they looked at each other, as if they understood something.I am afraid that the conversation in the cherry blossom forest was overheard that day.

After Zhuge Linglong finished singing, his cheeks flushed slightly, he walked up to Mang Gu with lotus steps, took out a sachet, and handed it to Mang Gu.

"I am the most honorable princess of the Zhuge family in the human world, Zhuge Linglong. As long as you accept this, you will be my son-in-law."

She said it with such confidence, it can be seen that she missed the good show of the group of demons kneeling down just now, if she saw it, she would definitely not have the courage to express her heart.

Mang Gu sneezed, threw the sachet in Zhuge Linglong's hand far away, and said very shamelessly: "I'm allergic to flowers."

Those super shocking words caused Zhuge Linglong to petrify instantly. It wasn't until another program started that her expression eased a little, she shrugged her shoulders, and regained her original confidence.

"It doesn't matter, I believe you will accept me soon."

"I advise you not to humiliate yourself, you even lick my shoes for me, and I still think you are dirty." Mang Gu didn't care what kind of shit princess she was, anyway, he didn't like this woman at all.

You Xiaoyun couldn't help laughing on Chongxue's shoulder. It was the first time she saw Zhuge Linglong being rejected by a man. The princess who claimed to be the most beautiful in Shenwu Continent would also be rejected one day. It was so funny.

Zhuge Linglong turned her head and stared at You Xiaoyun fiercely, while Chongxue looked at the other ground, she was afraid that if she looked at Zhuge Linglong one more time, she would feel more pitiful about her.

"I don't believe that you are not tempted by money and status. If you marry me, you will own the entire Shenwu Continent. What an honor it is."

Mang Gu poured a glass of wine, drank it all, and with a wave of his hand, Zhuge Linglong fell to the ground.

Zhuge Linglong, who had never been humiliated before, lifted his skirt and ran away.

Manggu said two words coldly, boring.

Zhuge Linglong's sudden appearance disrupted Sanskrit's plan. The last program was hers. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't be like others.

Chongxue trotted up to Fanyin and asked in a low voice, "Fanyin, can you lend me your Fuxiqin?"

Not everyone can control Fuxiqin, it has spirituality and recognizes its master.

Chongxue didn't seem to know this, so she took the Fuxiqin resolutely, sat on the ground, put the piano on her lap, and tried to play a few notes.

Sanskrit was stunned, remembering that the first time she touched Fuxiqin, she was bounced away by its protective barrier, but Chongxue was able to pluck its strings.

One of Chongxue's favorite songs is "Burial Heart". The lyrics of this song have long been deeply engraved in her mind, and she will never forget it. It is not to embarrass Sanskrit, and she will not volunteer to come on stage Come to the show.

Is it okay to have a dead heart, not to love and not to be sad

But I'm afraid that in the night when no one is there, the memories will come to attack me

Every heart longs for the only one, and many people are crowded

But love never makes sense, hurts nerves but fascinates

He occupies my eyes, but you grow in my heart

Disordered love, forgetting wisdom

The sound of broken hearts, bury my heart for love

The memory disappears without a shadow, looking at your figure, blurred eyes, forgetting the decision

Is it okay to have a dead heart, not to love and not to be sad

But I'm afraid that in the night when no one is there, that memory will come and attack, that memory will come and attack

(End of this chapter)