Chapter 32 Butterfly Dance Soul (01)

After three days of heavy snow, the other courtyard established by the demon king in the imperial capital has turned into an ice and snow world, and the attendants and maids in the house carefully walked on the frozen ground.

Yinshuo sat quietly at the table, and the table was full of paper-cuts. At this time, he still held one in his hand and was cutting it with scissors.

He focused on the work at hand, and in a short time, it seemed to be a great success.

Slightly opened, and a big word "heng" appeared in front of me. The red color was full of indescribable joy. Just looking at it made people happy.

Put down the cut one, and Yin Shuo picked up a new one and continued to cut it.

The whole courtyard is so big that he will hang these "heng" characters on the door of each room. He does not allow others to interfere in this job.

"When we get married, we will make our own stickers, and the room will be full of our masterpieces!"

The crisp voice sounded in the air, and Yin Shuo stopped the movements in his hand and looked in a trance.

For a long time, he lowered his head and continued to move in his hand, and his slender eyelashes cast a shadow on his face.

Light and a little lonely.

Now, he is the only one doing many things.

It was clearly agreed, and it was clearly said that "we" was left alone now.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Yin Shuo's expression remained unchanged, and he only said lightly:

"Come in."

"King." The entourage who inquired about the news entered the door and knelt down and reported what he had surveyed in the past few days: "My subordinates have determined that the ultimate goal of that group of people is to kill demons!"

With such shocking information, Yinshuo continued to cut the paper as if he hadn't heard it, which puzzled the subordinates kneeling in front of him.

"King, things have come to this juncture, and this group of people actually want to kill demon swords - aren't they! -"

He suddenly silenced, because he really didn't have the courage to say the following sentence!

The demon king still does his own thing and ignores it.

This made the person who returned the news a little anxious: "Wang! We--

"The person who ate Xizhen pills is still alive?" Yin Shuo finished the word "heng". He put down the paper and scissors in his hand and seemed to be ready to deal with the business.

Xi Zhen Wan! Fengling, who rushed away a witch and came to the front of Yin Shuo's door, suddenly opened her eyes - did something happen to Xi Zhenwan, whom she gave to the forsythia girl?

"Who ate it?! Who!" Fengling immediately walked into the house and asked loudly.

The subordinate who was about to answer suddenly saw someone coming in. When he looked closely, he felt that he had never seen it. So he frowned and shouted loudly.

"What a bold! This is the bedroom of His Royal Highness the Demon King, and you dare to step on it! Hurry up and go out!"

"Who did you let out?"

"You!"

Hearing this, Fengling immediately turned around and walked towards the demon king's bed. In full view of the public, she actually sat up.

The maids who followed all the way were stunned. Although they knew that this mortal woman was about to become their demon queen, they didn't expect her to have such courage!

The person who scolded Fengling just now was even more unbelievable. He looked at the lowly human who provoked him on the bed and forgot to look away for a moment.

Yin Shuo frowned gently.

"Don't be so unscrupulous."

As soon as these words came out, several maids secretly rejoiced in their hearts - hum, what about the demon queen? She was blamed by the demon king.

The follower reacted and immediately pretended to be a tiger and said, "Do you hear me? Get out of here!"

"I'm talking about you."

Ga?!

The follower was stunned.

"Go to the front hall first."

Yin Shuo's eyes fell on him, which made him believe that His Royal Highness the Demon King said this to himself!

"I'll be there later." Yin Shuo continued to say.

The maids outside the door looked at each other and looked at the figure of the entourage withdrawing, and consciously let go. Obviously, there was also an inexprehensibility on his entourage's face.

It turned out to be! - Did you give way? This woman suddenly broke in, and the demon king not only did not drive her away, but also gave this place to her! And he also moved to the front hall!

What is the origin of that woman? Thinking of this, the servant couldn't help looking back, but the voice of the demon king came coldly from behind.

"I warn you again, don't look at your future demon queen with such unscrupulous eyes."

The demon queen! The follower of a spirit immediately knelt down.

"I know that I'm guilty!"

"Go down, all go down."

"Yes." A group of people saluted the demon king and turned around and walked to the front hall.

After the footsteps disappeared, Yin Shuo looked at the person who occupied his bed. His slender eyebrows showed a touch of fun. He stood up and walked towards the person by the bed.

"Pet and coquettish, after love."

"Bah, there is no!"

"Yes, absolutely."

"No! Absolutely not!"

Yinshuo bent down and pulled up her wrist. Before Fengling could react, she felt something cold touching her skin and suddenly put it on her wrist.

"Is it good-looking?" Yin Shuo asked.

Raising his right hand, Fengling saw a white jade bracelet, and his whole body was crystal clear without any flaws. Especially from this perspective, I only think it is the best in the world.

"Generally." Fengling began to take off the bracelet, and she didn't want his things, but...

Why can't you take it off? She frowned doubtfully. It was so simple when she took it on. Why did she take it off? The bracelet seemed to stick to her hand and couldn't take it off.

"Unless I die, it will be impossible to leave your wrist."

Stop the action in your hand, and Fengling curls his lips: "It's not a matter of time before you die."

Yin Shuo hooked his lips, and now he seems to be in a good mood. Could it be that Fengling's behavior just now made him happy? It's obviously spoiled and coquettish...

The smile on his mouth was deeper. He turned around and walked out of the door and ordered, "I'm going to the main hall now. After I love you, I will rest here. I will come to accompany you after the discussion."

Walking out of the door, I felt the winter sunshine, and Yin Shuo narrowed her eyes comfortably.

"Ah, don't be too clingy. I can't stand it."

"Fuck you!" Fengling stood up and followed Yin Shuo straight.

"Didn't you just say that, don't pester me. Go."

"I didn't pester you. I just want to know about Xi Zhenwan."

"Oh." Yin Shuo smiled secretly, and the excuse was to pester him.

"It's really not pestering you!" Fengling glared at him. Why was His Royal Highness the Demon King so affectionate? Naxi Zhenwan was entrusted to me on my master's deathbed, and now he has failed to fulfill his old man's last wish. Shouldn't I know the context of this matter?

"Uh-huh, the context." Yin Shuo smiled and listened to Fengling's words. He didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he nodded there.

Looking at this baby living in his own world, Fengling suddenly had the impulse to hit people-_-#

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"What a big life." After listening to all the words of the entourage, Yin Shuo took a sip of tea and was also a little curious about these people.

The wind chimes sat aside and listened in a daze.

The entourage has always been "he", "she", "it" and "them". Dizzy, how does she know who and who!

But Yin Shuo seems to be very clear.

... Are they all demons?

The entourage stood in front of the demon king, but his eyes were still peeking at the woman beside the demon king. The next second, he felt that the demon king's sight fell on him like a knife.

He quickly lowered his head, and his heart jumped nervously.

Pulling the corners of her lips, Yin Shuo lowered her head to the teacup and said quietly, "Where's Dieji? Let her kill that group of people."

"Told back to the king, Lord Dieji is currently in Luo'an City."

"I don't care where she is, let her act immediately."

"Well... Well, Wang, if there is no accident now, that group of people should have arrived in Luo'an City..."

"Oh? Luo'an City?" Yin Shuo raised his eyes slightly and passed away. He thought that the group of people were also blessed to die in such a prosperous place.

What's more, there is a butterfly dance that is rare in a hundred years.