Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 286

She doesn't know the strength of the sub-demon clan, but based on what she sees, it will definitely not be weak, and may even surpass the four major families.But since Jun Rongjue personally admitted that none of them could defeat them, this alone was enough.

"Hoo." The quiet and warm voice came from next to Mu Qingli's ears, causing Mu Qingli to withdraw his thoughts, and when he looked up, he saw that he had arrived at the palace of the Zimo clan.

The sub-mozu palace is not as majestic and magnificent as the human race. On the contrary, it is particularly ingenious and unworkable. It is all made of stones, and it is heavy and solemn.

Jun Rongjue took the reins, stretched out his hand and gently hugged her off the horse, and walked slowly towards the Zimozu palace without paying attention to the death of the Zimozu people standing guard in the palace.The surrounding soldiers were all at a loss for a while, but they followed suit around them, and one of them whispered: "It's the devil!"

This low cry woke everyone up. Seeing Jun Rongjue's unstoppable pace, no matter how much doubts he had in his heart, he finally knelt down and shouted: "I have seen the devil!"

This loud cry shouted out the awe and admiration in their hearts, and the sound shook the sky.Mu Qingli looked up at the sub-mozu palace, his lips curled slightly.Based on this voice, all the hidden people in the palace should have appeared.

At this time, Jun Rongjue paused and looked forward. Mu Qingli also raised her head slightly. The cloak and hat on her head tilted back a little with her movements, and a strand of snow-white hair slipped out of it. .

Standing in front of them was an old man with a skinny face and a black cloak covering his whole body. If it weren't for the energy in his eyes, it would only make people think that he was about to step into a coffin.

This old man was none other than Li Li's master, the old man who lived on the observatory for a long time.

The old man’s eyes wandered around Jun Rongjue’s body before falling on Mu Qingli in his arms, his eyes flashed with exclamation and admiration, indescribably complicated, he said slowly: “All the kings in the clan are already waiting for you. , this way please."

A flash of joy flashed in Mu Qingli's eyes. The old man in front of him was neither humble nor overbearing. He had no hostility towards her, nor did he have the fanatical admiration for Jun Rongjue like other Zimozu people. This plainness was not a pretense, but the truth attitude towards the two.However, this kind of attitude should not be what the Zimo people should have.

Jun Rongjue nodded slightly, hugged Mu Qingli and followed the old man's pace.

The place the old man brought them to was a secret hall under the stargazing platform in the deepest part of the palace. There were no exit cabinets around the hall, and it was extremely spacious and tall.As the three of them entered, there were already dozens of people sitting inside. These people were both male and female, whether they were young or old, but one thing was the same, that is, they all had pointed ears, and their heads The two corners of the black hair are faintly visible, if it is not for the person who is too old to see his face, the others are all handsome men and beautiful women, which is pleasing to the eye.

Seeing Jun Rongjue's figure, dozens of people who were sitting stood up, condescendingly saluted him, and respectfully said: "I have seen the devil."

Mu Qingli glanced over them, watching their expressions.It is undeniable that their respect for Jun Rongjue is true, but it can also be seen that the resentment and coldness flashed in the eyes of some of the younger ones when they looked at her, obviously dissatisfied with her existence, if not for Jun Rongjue now Now, I'm afraid I can't help but do it long ago, and hurry up after killing.

The old man who led them opened a table and chair for Jun Rongjue, motioned for him to sit down, and then sat in one place by himself, lowering his head slightly, his whole body seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

As Jun Rongjue sat down on that chair, everyone from the Zimo clan who had just stood up also sat down. Everyone's face was silent, but no one spoke. The entire hall was like the decorations in it. Serene but dull, depressing.

Mu Qingli lowered his lips, and brushed off the black cloak and hat on his head, exposing his snow-white hair, and the blood-colored spar on his forehead seemed to be conspicuous. There was an indescribable strangeness, and a pair of glass-like pupils were black and bright, capturing the momentary changes in the expressions present.

Sitting directly opposite was an old man from the Zi-mo clan, wearing a dark blue robe with gray temples, and it was Mo Duanhun, the patriarch of the Zi-mo clan at this time.After seeing Mu Qingli's completely exposed face, there was only a slight flash of light in his eyes before it completely settled into deep scruples.The Luo family's pure blood, its beauty is incomparable even to the sub-demons, and it is not impossible for the demon master to be confused by it.

"This one, presumably is a pure blood of the Luo family." Mo Duanhun said solemnly.

Without fear, Mu Qingli raised his head and looked at him, leaned against Jun Rongjue's arms, nodded slightly, then looked around at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on him, and asked lightly: "Are you the current ruler of the Demon Clan?"

Mo Duanhun secretly glanced at Jun Rongjue, and found that he didn't intend to speak at all, so he couldn't help but feel more depressed, and answered Mu Qingli's words calmly: "The important affairs of the Zimo clan are decided by all the kings here. It’s just a final decision.”

There is no definite answer to this, and there is no leak, so people can't find any flaws.

Mu Qingli knew that he was on guard against him, and it was because of Jun Rongjue that he was able to have a peaceful conversation here.Standing up from Jun Rongjue's arms, he felt the coolness on his palm, it was his own palm being held by Jun Rongjue.Squinting and chuckling, she looked into his quiet and inclusive eyes, and nodded to him.

Jun Rongjue showed a doting smile helplessly, and let go of her hand as she wished.

The interaction between the two of them was seen by the kings of the demon clan in the seat. They were secretly eager to move, and their faces darkened a lot.

Mu Qingli stood where he was, unmoved by the hidden or blatant hostile gazes of the demons around him, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, and his eyes like glass beads were cold and flat , Slowly said: "Ming people don't speak dark words, presumably you must also be wondering why we came here suddenly and what we are doing."

As soon as her words came out, there was a moment of commotion among the people present.Mo Duanhun lifted his palm slightly, and the hall returned to silence again. His eyes looked directly at Mu Qingli like electricity, and said, "What do you want to say."

(End of this chapter)