One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

The man on the high seat shook his bone fan slightly, and said in a manly voice, "Whether you broke it or not, you have to kill him today."

Ling Qiong: "..."

This is forcing Dad to do it!

Ling Qiong drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, stood up abruptly, and the fiery red skirt swept across the desk, making a beautiful arc in the air.

Yan Yao was about to retreat, but was stopped by Ling Qiong.

"Dry……"

Ling Qiong took the saber from her hand.

Yan Yao's expression darkened, she clenched her sword tightly and did not let go.

Ling Qiong was very rude, "Lend me some use, or do you want to watch me tear the demons apart? I don't have such a great ability."

Yan Yao: "..."

"Yan Yao." The voice of the Demon King came from the high seat.

Yan Yao felt unwilling, but finally let go.

"Thank you." Lingqiong smiled at Yanyao, then walked towards the ashen-faced demon with her sword in her hand.

"No……"

The demons kept retreating.

Only fear and begging for mercy remained in his eyes.

"Let me go... Please, let me go, I don't want to die, don't kill me."

Ling Qiong put the sword in front of him, and sighed sullenly: "I don't care what I said, what's the use of you begging me for mercy."

"Please……"

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All the demons thought that Lingqiong would not let go, so they talked nonsense with the demons. Who knew that the little girl would suddenly raise her sword and stab the demons.

Even the Demon Race didn't think about it, the last words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it again.

Ling Qiong drew out her sword and watched the Mozu fall to the ground.

Ling Qiong returned the saber to Yan Yao, very politely: "Thank you." Then she returned to her seat without saying a word.

Yan Yao: "..."

She subconsciously looked at the Demon King.

It turned out that the devil was looking in the direction of the little girl thoughtfully, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yan Yao held her breath in her chest, unable to get up or down.

After the hors d'oeuvres at the dinner party, everything went back to normal.

Food, beauties, singing and dancing make this place a luxurious place with wine pools and meat forests.

pity……

The people present didn't seem to have many demons enjoying it, and everyone was wary of the sudden attack of the demon king sitting on the high seat.

Lingqiong found that the clothes of those dancers were very similar to the one Xiaoli prepared for her before.

Judging from the way the Demon King directly forced her to kill the Demon Race, it shouldn't be possible to use such a cheap method.

I don't know who the little raccoon was instigated by.

Wanted to humiliate her on an occasion like this.

In this demon palace full of demons, the human race is really difficult.

The tough human race Lingqiong ate the snack in one bite and watched the performance with relish.

"king."

None of them got up suddenly.

"The subordinate has something to report."

The Demon King raised his hand and waved, the dancer and Si Zhu stopped at the same time and exited the hall.

"explain."

"A few days ago, some tribes crossed the border of Yecheng and went to the holy mountain. The subordinates sent people to chase them, but lost them in the holy mountain. There were masters of the tribe in the accompanying team."

Yecheng used to be the territory of the human race.

The war ceased six years ago, and the last city the demons took was Yecheng.

Yecheng is now the border between the human race and the demon race. According to the armistice agreement, neither the human race nor the demon race can cross the border without authorization.

Otherwise, both sides have the right to kill directly.

"I can't even defend a border." The Demon King sneered, "What's the use of you."

"Wang, I just said that he can't defend Yecheng, so it's better to let his subordinates go to Yecheng." Shu Er sees the needles and does not make any trouble, "My subordinates promise that not a single fly can fly over the border."

None: "..."

The devil taunted: "What a good thing you are."

None: "..." Deserves it.

Beam Two: "..."

Demon King: "Have you found out what they did to the holy mountain?"

There was no trace of embarrassment and fear on his pale face, he slowly shook his head, "This subordinate is incompetent."

The holy mountain is the holy mountain of the human race.

Even if they are in the territory of the demons now, they will be rejected if they enter the demons, and ordinary demons can't go deep at all.

It is rumored that there is some kind of inheritance in the holy mountain.

There are also rumors that the holy mountain is the ruins left by the powerful people in the ancient times of the human race. It contains the cultivation methods of the ancient times and countless wealth.

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The matter of the holy mountain is probably a secret, and many demon masters were kicked out of the hall, including Ling Qiong.

The original owner knew the holy mountain.

In the family, there is a special class on the holy mountain.

That is the burial ground of countless great powers of the human race, and it is the foundation for human beings to stand upright. The human race must respect the holy mountain.

But six years ago, the human race lost the holy mountain.

Now the human race is not hesitating the danger, crossing the border and going to the holy mountain, why?

While thinking, Lingqiong returned to her residence.

"Woo woo woo..."

Seeing Lingqiong coming back, Xiaoli struggled even harder, his red eyes filled with anger.

Ling Qiong walked over and squatted in front of the little raccoon, the corners of her lips curled up into a malicious arc: "Tell me, if the demons know that you have been tied up by me, will they let you stay by my side?"

The little fox vomited blood.

She had no idea how she got tied up.

"A trash who can't even be seen by others, should be discarded?" Lingqiong hugged her knees, "Do you want to live or die?"

"..."

"It's up to me to decide whether you live or die now." Lingqiong touched the little raccoon's head: "But the choice is yours. You are very smart and should make a smart decision."

Xiaoli felt that those hands were very cold, covering her head, and a certain sense of oppression made her breathless.

Ling Qiong pulled off the cloth that bound her mouth, "So, what is your choice?"

The little raccoon didn't yell, she stared at the person in front of her with some horror.

The people in front of them obviously smiled with a sense of docility, but they felt terrible.

Is this still Feng Qingwu?

The little raccoon swallowed, and said with difficulty: "I...I want to live." She didn't want to die, she didn't want to just disappear.

"good."

Ling Qiong helped her untie her, supported her herself, and sat her on a chair.

Xiaoli trembled for some reason, she couldn't control herself, and was pressed on the chair, unable to move.

"Who asked you to give me that dress?"

The little raccoon's lips trembled, and he opened it, but did not make a sound.

"Is it Commander Yan?" Ling Qiong crossed her arms and guessed.

Little Fox shook his head.

"It's not her." From the point of view of the original owner, it is the Yan commander who is the most suspicious.

It's not her.

"Who is that?"

Who still has a grudge against the original owner?

To humiliate her like this?

"Yes..." Xiaoli swallowed with difficulty, "Yes... it's Miss Xi."

"who?"

"It's the daughter of Demon Lord Di Yin...Miss Di Xi."

Ling Qiong frowned, the original owner had no impression of this person at all.

Forget it, Yan Yao can force her to understand. After all, she is the right-hand man of the Demon King, and she is so aggrieved to come to take care of her as a human being. Of course, she can't understand her.

What is the serious illness of this sudden appearance of Di Xi?

Did the original owner provoke her? !

Lingqiong pulled a chair over: "Tell me everything you know about her."

The little raccoon has already made a choice, so he dare not not say it.