"See the fifth prince!"

"We have no idea about Mount Tai, please forgive me."

Seeing this scene, Yun Zheng looked at Wen Renheng with a look. She thought he was not low in status, but she didn't expect that she was still a demon prince.

Wen Renheng said ruthlessly: "Get out."

“Yes, yes!”

The demons were about to evacuate here, but they never thought that suddenly a team of demons came towards this side. A whip suddenly sounded, and a low-level demon who was watching was whipped off the demon horns by the whip and purple blood splattered.

"Don't block the road here, get out of here." A very indulgent voice came.

Yun Zheng looked up and saw dozens of young demons sitting on the huge monsters, coming in a vast way. The women were charming and graceful, wearing very little clothes, and the waves on their chests made people unable to turn their eyes.

The men of the demon clan are strong and mighty, handsome, ordinary, and ugly.

They all have a pair of purple eyes, either shallow or deep.

A young demon clan in a dark red robe in the lead teased and laughed, "Hey, the fifth prince is back from completing the mission? Why did he bring a peerless little beauty? His face is so tender that he can pinch out water."

"Why does she have such a strong human aura?!" The woman who had just whipped her with a whip swept her sharply at Yun Zheng.

As soon as she finished speaking, she picked up the magic whip and whipped it hard towards Yun Zheng.

With a "swish" sound, a long whip swept over.

Wen Renheng's face changed slightly. He immediately turned his head and looked at Yun Zheng, but he never thought that the short knife she held reached half an inch into his waist.

The stinging sensation of cutting the flesh and blood made Wen Renheng a little angry.

He knew that she was threatening herself.

Wen Renheng raised his palm and pulled the woman's long whip, looked at the woman with a sinister expression, and said, "Bai Niansang, you can stop at this time. This is the personal maid given to my Highness by the father..."

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a short knife stabbed into his waist a little more.

Wen Renheng's face turned pale and he cursed Yun Zheng hundreds of times.

In the eyes of the young demons, his face was angry and fierce, which further demonstrated the weight of this little beauty in Wen Renheng's heart.

At this moment, the little beauty hid behind Wen Renheng as if she was scared, making the noble demons laugh at her.

This personal maid is beautiful and fair-skinned. If it comes to their hands, she may have to be loved very well.

Bai Niansang, who was holding a whip, glared at Yun Zheng with a bad expression when he heard this, then looked at Wen Renheng and said sarcastically: "A little maid makes you lose your temper. How can you compare to your royal brothers?"

Wen Renheng's face was gloomy, and the look of looking at her was filled with a hint of murderous intent.

At this time, a darkness flashed in the eyes of the young demon Futu, and he said:

"Fifth Your Highness, today is the day we worship the Demon Tomb, why not be together?"

When Yun Zheng heard this, she secretly sent a message to Wen Renheng: "Where is the Demon Tomb? Why worship?"

Wen Renheng didn't want to tell her, but the short knife she held moved again. He felt very aggrieved and replied gritting his teeth.

"The Demon Tomb is the cemetery of our demons. If the younger generation goes to worship, the magic will be enhanced."

When Yun Zheng heard this, she suddenly lost interest.

Now she just wants to find a place to interrogate Wen Renheng, what tasks do she have to do when she goes to the cultivation field? What plans do their demons have?

Suddenly, a sound of bells and drums sounded.

‘Dong--’

The surrounding demons knelt down in the north, while the young demons riding the monsters looked at each other.

The head of the Futu looked north and said in a deep voice: "The demon bell has ringed, let's go quickly."

"Fifth Your Highness, say goodbye first!"

After saying that, Futu and others rode on the monster and bypassed Wen Renheng and Yun Zheng and left.

When Yun Zheng was about to hold Wen Renheng again, her sea of ​​consciousness suddenly shook, and then she saw a long and old beauty mural in the mysterious inner room.

The picture flashed by.

Yun Zheng's pupils shrank slightly. The person on the mural half-tied black hair scattered around his waist, half-wearing a mask to cover his face, holding a wine glass toast everything, and the red clothes burned the beauty.

For some reason, a sense of familiarity surged in her heart.

The picture just now was caused by the sound of the bell.
Chapter completed!