The Retirement of the Demon Lord

  You guys are here to kill the Dog Emperor... Wouldn't that be with us? ? ?

  Funya scratched their heads, no matter how much they thought about it, they couldn't remember who this team was. Could it be another ambush team arranged by another magic machine in Mingchen? Then they shouldn't come in and flood their Dragon King Temple!

  The prince's party was dizzy, and the troupe himself was at a loss.

"Fuck, are we here to kill the emperor?" One of the men, dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes, with a few large jade rings on his hands, and a gold necklace with thick fingers on his neck, turned around and asked the man next to him. A short, round, bald man.

"Isn't it? I remember that the leader didn't say that when he sneaked me into the palace's ceremonial and music supervisor to hide... Hey, Tsing Yi, are we here to kill the emperor?" The big man clapped the nine-ring sword in his hand, stupid. In a daze, he asked the Confucian scholar who took the lead at the beginning.

"Of course not." Sheng smiled bitterly, because it was difficult for them to sneak into the palace because of their light work, and it was difficult to avoid the eyes and ears of the masters, so they were brought in in batches by the sect master. The sect master and their boss explained that the situation was urgent. It's relatively general, their boss must have misunderstood, anyway, since they knew they were going to enter the palace to do something, their boss was very excited, "In short, grab the ministers and the emperor!"

   "Okay!" The man dressed in extravagant fashion like a nouveau riche clapped his hands together and made a sound like a bell, "Anyway, it's the right thing to do this with knives at us!"

   "It's a good summary." Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. Although he said it a bit one-sidedly, it was always the right thing to do, so he encouraged and praised.

   In addition to the boss of their Tsing Yi Sect and Shengjing Mo Chou, they also came to the two bosses from other halls. Everyone's habits and culture are different, so he, the person in charge of communication, has to worry a lot.

Seeing what they said, Su Yan probably understood why the other party came, and sneered: "Just because you few clowns want to go to this muddy water, it seems that the demon sect has become more and more powerful in recent years. No one in sight."

  The iron fan scholar was angry when he heard the words, and he pointed his fan away, and his delicate and heavy makeup did not prevent him from exuding a strong murderous aura.

  Feng Junzhi was upright and upright all his life, and he walked as the head of Huasui Garden all the year round, so his Confucianism was more important than Jianghu Qi. Because he encountered disputes when he was the class leader, he just had to clear his throat and sing to convince others; when he was a scholar of Iron Fan, he encountered disputes and interrupted the bridge of others' noses, so how could there be so much trash talk!

"Soldiers against soldiers against generals, the clown jumping on the beam is naturally suitable for the clown jumping on the beam, what's wrong?" Sheng was sharp-tongued, wiped his mouth with a smile and returned the other party's taunting, "Could it be that you still think you are worthy of the sun and moon gods? Teach yourself to take action?"

   "That's right!" Feng Junzhi laughed and praised his subordinate for his good response. If he was taught by the Sun and Moon God, he would like to be a clown who can't make it to the stage!

   After laughing, he jumped up and threw off the iron fan in the air. With his soft and firm strength, he spun away a few opponents and took Fu Yan directly: "Today, I will decide the fate of the dog emperor!"

Hello! Boss, are we really here to change the dynasty today? Change the lines and we can still be good friends!

   Shengjing Mo Chou is a helpless sigh, having a tough boss is really tiring...

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   In the palace where the Prince of the East Palace lives, colorful lanterns are hung high at this time, and the big "囍" character is pasted in the entrance hall.

   Jingxing shines brightly in the boudoir, and auspicious days and good times come together.

  Lin Xiyu was sitting alone in her boudoir, staring ahead with her red hijab covered. She knew that even if she didn't wear a red hijab, the outside world was still bright red.

   After all, today is her big day.

   When she stepped on the threshold of their home from many matchmakers, she only vaguely knew that her daughter was going to marry when she grew up, and she wanted to leave her father and go to another house. She is strong and doesn't care on the surface, but she is afraid of this day in the heart... Until his father told her that getting married looks like leaving home to go to another home, but inside is finding the love of her life and living happily with her.

   This kind of happiness in life is not available to many tragic women in the world, but my father can swear that it will be what you want. As long as the daughter is happy, the father is really happy. It doesn't matter whether he leaves the father or not.

   She asked ignorantly, what about the daughter who doesn't want to get married and just wants to stay by her father's side forever?

Her father hehe said, you are still young, and when you meet the right person in the future, your father will not be able to stop you... ask your mother how she scolded her father for three days and three nights and wanted to marry your father. .

   Later, she went to ask her mother, and since that day, her father has not left the door for three days, and I heard that the night pot has broken more than a dozen.

  Although my father's knee is about to dislocate, my mother is so angry that she can't eat and says she should lose weight. After three days, she is not tired of being together and kissing me... That is the love she knows and longs for.

   Now she is sitting here and is about to get married, is she getting love?

   She doesn't know either, she only knows that in this way, many troubles and conflicts in the Lin family will disappear, and she herself will be able to return to peace in the end... The greasy and crooked energy that his parents saw, I am afraid she will never understand.

   She and Li Tianhan have only known each other for more than a year, and she only knows that this person is polite and talented, and is well known as a good boy. The two met by chance and occasionally exchanged letters. She could feel that Li Tianhan had affection for her, but that was all.

   Ever since she knew what was in her heart, she has been a little confused, worrying the whole family for many years. Since the whole world said that the two of them were a match made in heaven, grandpa had already made a marriage promise, and she couldn't pick on Li Tianhan's faults, it might as well put an end to this.

   She did not regard Li Tianhan as a substitute. She had a good understanding of Li Tianhan's past these days, and she worked hard to make herself accept this as her husband~www.readwn.com~ will join forces with him in the future. Break the past, untie all dead knots, and restart the new life.

   This is a good thing for her and the Lin family.

   There was a light push on the door suddenly, and the sound of hurried footsteps.

   Her heart was inexplicably tight... She thought that at this moment, she would feel extremely peaceful in her heart because she was finally relieved... At this moment, she felt a dull pain in her heart, and her eyes were inexplicably red.

   The person who came here lightened his footsteps, as gentle as the spring breeze caressing a willow branch, silent but full of tenderness, as if they could perceive each other through the air without words.

   Lin Xiyu smiled, but it was a bit less bitter than the previous smile. When can Li Tianhan be affectionate and tender with himself? With a soul in mind, what can a woman ask for?

   The red hijab was gently lifted, and a sword hilt as white as jade stopped in front of Lin Xiyu.

  Lin Xiyu is naturally beautiful, and the thin application of rouge powder can surpass the stars in the sky. Light lips with red dots, cheeks dyed pink, still like a water hibiscus that does not stain the world.

   On the other side of the hilt of the sword, a man with long hair and a laughing mask behind his back, his eyes full of tenderness and confusion, stared at her blankly for a second and a thousand years.

  Eight years later, one person has become a dignified and generous lady, and the other person has become tall and suave. People have grown with time, but love has returned to the beginning.

When    met again, the picture was the same as when the two first met.