Chapter 229 Do you think Chu Yu likes men?

Half demon elixir?

Chu Yu's pupils suddenly dilated, and he suddenly remembered that in the small wooden house next to the Hantian Pond in Yuncheng, Zhongzhou, it was Ning Zhao who had cut out his demon pill and used half of it in order to save him.

What Huanhuan said...is wrong...

When Ning Zhao fought against Lord Lingyue, she used half of the demon pill. At this moment, half of the demon pill was gone in her body...

Chu Yu seemed to have suddenly lost his strength, and his whole body relaxed. His dark eyes were fixedly looking at Huanhuan, unable to say a word.

Huanhuan didn't notice anything unusual about him. She rubbed her bulging belly and pulled Chu Yu's sleeves off, "Oh, don't worry too much, um... you are Wuyou's great nephew."

, that is my great nephew."

"Your wife is my nephew's wife. Don't worry, with me Huanhuan here, she will never have any problems!"

…

At the same time, Lin City was thousands of miles away.

In a teahouse on the top of Qingya Mountain.

"What did you say!"

"Isn't Chonglou the real Demon Lord?"

Venerable Lingyue's eyes widened, and he knocked over the tea on the table with a flick of his sleeves.

The green cup rolled down to the door, and the tea leaves and water spilled all over the floor.

The woman in purple sitting opposite him only pursed her lips slightly and did not answer. Her eyebrows were curved and her smile was very gentle and touching.

Venerable Lingyue hummed softly, then transformed into a new teacup and placed it on the table.

He lifted the teapot and poured water into the cup.

He didn't seem to intend to drink it, even though the tea had already been filled, the tea overflowed the cup, and the tea flowed along the table and onto the floor.

The purple-clothed woman, also known as Painted Skin Ghost, chuckled lightly and tapped her knuckles on the golden nanmu table.

"Venerable Lingyue, what's wrong with you?"

"Is it possible that you were frightened?"

She pinched the handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, laughing so hard that she couldn't stand up straight.

"Hahahahahaha, Chu Yu is just a Demon Lord who has just taken office, a brat in the Nascent Soul Stage. Your famous Lord Lingyue of the Lingjian Sect, the No. 1 sword sect in the world, is still afraid of him?"

"Even if Wuyou is here and he has a cultivation level close to the tribulation stage, so what? Can you and your senior brother not be able to defeat Wuyou?"

When Venerable Lingyue heard this, his face turned from red to white and then green, as if he had knocked over a palette of colors.

Painted Skin Ghost naturally noticed Venerable Lingyue's face. She frowned slightly with her slender eyebrows, put down the cup in her hand, and said in her voice two parts disgust, three parts suspicion and one part disbelief, "No way? You two?"

Together, they can't deal with Wuyou alone?"

Venerable Lingyue:......

His cloudy eyes gradually turned scarlet, and his cold gaze fell on Painted Skin Ghost, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

"What? Judging from what Your Majesty means, could it be that... could it be that we can't cooperate?"

Painted Skin Ghost only thought that he was blaming her for taunting her. She brushed the broken hair on her forehead and her words were still weird.

She is not afraid of Lord Lingyue. Firstly, there is not much difference in their cultivation. Secondly, Lord Lingyue will not make a big deal about their cooperation. After all, he is the head of a large sect. No matter what, on the surface, he will not make a big deal about their cooperation.

You still have to walk and sit upright.

Lord Lingyue obviously thought of these two things. The corners of his mouth twitched, and the scarlet color in his eyes gradually subsided, "I don't have these intentions."

"Lord Painted Skin Ghost, why do you need to say that? Our cooperation will be beneficial to both parties without any harm."

"I was just thinking that the news about Chu Yu and Wuyou killing the White King has spread in the ghost city and the demon world. What method should I use to make them lose the support of the people..."

Master Lingyue held the tea cup in his hand, raised his head and took a big sip. However, because the tea was too hot, several big bubbles formed on his tongue.

While trying to control his tongue, he continued as if nothing had happened: "Speaking of which, Chu Yu, in your demon world, aren't there any soldiers who feel that Chu Yu's blood is impure?"

"I heard that you demons are all based on blood. The more pure the demon, the richer the demonic energy in the blood."

When he mentioned Chu Yu, his tone became more and more contemptuous, "Chu Yu is just a little hybrid of human race and demon race. How can he convince the public?"

Hearing the words of Lord Lingyue, Painted Skin Ghost's slender eyebrows wrinkled without trace, and a mocking expression flashed across her face. When she looked at Lord Lingyue again, that expression had disappeared.

"So, does Your Majesty have any good strategies?"

"With Wuyou, Chu Yu's impure bloodline alone cannot make those demon people resist."

The painted-skinned ghost plucked his nails that were dyed pink, chuckled, and said casually: "Furthermore, your venerable person thinks that in the ghost city and the demon world, who is more convincing than Chu Yu?"

"Although he has half human blood and the blood in his body is impure, but...his mother is a demon saint. Is it possible that among the demons in the ghost city, who has more noble blood than him?"

Painted Skin Ghost looked at Lord Lingyue's gradually frowning brows, and she sneered, her voice extremely charming, "Who else is there besides Wuyou?"

When it comes to the demon bloodline, only Wuyou is more noble than Chu Yu. The fact that his bloodline is impure obviously cannot be used as a raft.

Lord Lingyue thought hard for a long time, but still could not think of a suitable reason.

He cast his gaze on the face of the painted ghost. This face was enchanting and charming, full of vitality and vitality. There was no trace of the rotten flesh and soul beneath the skin.

He was stunned for a moment, then said in a strange way: "Master Painted Skin Ghost, have you ever thought about... seduction?"

With a crash, the teacups and teapots on the table were overturned by the Painted Ghost and fell to the ground. The teapot smashed into pieces and the teacups rolled far away.

Painted Skin Ghost's face suddenly turned livid. She stood up suddenly, lowered her head slightly and looked at Lord Lingyue coldly, "Haha, what the Lord said is really funny."

She stretched out her pink tongue and licked her dry red lips, "Do you think Chu Yu likes men?"

After she finished speaking, she transformed into a burst of black mist and flew away with the wind, leaving only Venerable Lingyue sitting there alone in a daze.

Painted Skin Ghost is a man?!

Why didn't anyone tell him?!

…

In the ghost city and demon world, King Bai once occupied the demon palace he built.

The room was dark with no light at all, as if the sun had never visited this land.

There was a pop, and a small spark suddenly burned in the darkness, and the invisible space finally gradually lit up.

The Painted Skin Ghost stood in the middle of the room, with mirrors as tall as a man standing in front of and behind him.

In the mirror, he is still dressed as the daughter in purple clothes during the day. His expressions in each mirror are different, some have ferocious faces, some are smiling and smiling, some have gentle and peaceful faces, and some have cold and terrifying eyes.

.

"Mirror Demon, you said..."

"What does the death of the White King mean?"

The Painted Skin Ghost stretched out his hand and touched the mirror in front of him. His voice was no longer charming and enchanting as before, but instead was low and hoarse.

"I lied to that old man in Lingyue. The blood flowing in Chu Yu's body...is not the blood of that human race..."

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