Chapter 237 Who is the demon?

As soon as they heard the arrival of the demon husband, the clans looked back happily and bent down to give a big gift.

Red sandalwood frowned slightly and looked along the sight of the clan. At this look, even if she was calm, her eyes widened. She never thought that she would meet him here again. How could she meet him here? How could he be here?

A fiery red hair flew wildly in the night, and her sickly pale skin was strange under the bonfire jumping. Her narrow eyes looked at her so coldly, getting closer step by step until she stood in front of her, and then said coldly, "Why, how long has it been since you haven't seen me?"

"Eat sleep?" She said with a little surprise, and then she realized what they called him, "Are you a demon?"

What does the demon husband mean? Is it another position? Or is it her husband? When did she have a husband she didn't know?

Before Xin Yimian answered, the people around him cheered up happily and said repeatedly, "Congratulations, Your Excellency, the demon, on your marriage."

"Yes, it's rare for the demon husband to show that one of them is rare. It's hard for these two people to find together for a hundred years. Congratulations!"

"God-given good fate!"

This is a good fate. In the red sandalwood, she is speechless. Now she really has a lot of questions. Why did Xin Yimian, who disappeared after the decisive battle, appear in the water demon family? Why did you become a demon? Also, what's going on now?!

He turned his eyes to the patriarch, with clear questions in his eyes.

Seeing this, Metasequoia waved his hand to make the people retreat, and then said, "The rules of the clan are that the demons are all heavenly people. Once the two appear in the world at the same time, they must become husband and wife to ensure the prosperity and stability of our family."

"Why is the demon man him?" After asking, the red sandalwood frowned and looked at his face, she suddenly felt that this long fiery red hair could not be seen everywhere. She had only seen this person for so many years. And since ancient times, those who are born with different appearances are also demons.

Metasequoia did not hide this: "Since ancient times, people born with red hair have been demons. This is the thousand-year inheritance of this family of water demons. What is recorded in the family code is the rules, and there is no reason."

This answer is quite unreasonable. Natural red hair is nothing more than genes and so on, which has nothing to do with God's half a dime. However, these ancient peoples will never make any sense to you. Your ancestors have been like this. What's your exception? It's really unreasonable.

Although the red sandalwood surface is light, the color of disapproval can be seen by anyone. Seeing this, Metasequoia shook its sleeves and said casually: "The rules of the clan, once the witch and the witch husband get married, all the rights in the clan will be handed over to the two, and no one can interfere."

Inducement, absolute inducement, all rights, no one can interfere. Is this true? Red sandalwood frowned slightly and looked at him doubtfully.

"That's natural." Metasequoia glanced around fiercely and seemed to say, "The rules of our family for thousands of years, whoever dares to stop it is the enemy of everyone in our clan!"

Red sandalwood slightly restrained her eyes. Why did she think that the patriarch's words were warning some people? And some of these people are not her. However, if you want her to get married, and you don't want to ask her at all, do you really think of her as a soft persimmon?

Red sandalwood was about to open his mouth when Xin Yimian next to him looked at her and said first, "As the highest belief of the water demon family, you naturally follow the instructions of the gods."

What does it mean? Red sandalwood looked at him, but saw that he didn't look at her. This man, she didn't think he would want to marry her. Since he did so, she believed that there was any reason for him.

"That's good." Metasequoia looked at the two people with an unclear meaning, and the song and dance began again. Except for the quietness of the three people above, the bottom was extremely happy.

Wu Cang Juelan was helped back to his room by the water. He looked at the road drunkenly, which did not seem to be the way he had just come, but he didn't say much. The island is so big that he doesn't allow others to build more roads?

The night was silent, and the jungle birds were singing everywhere. They were walking through a peach blossom forest. Suddenly, a pile of birds scattered on the peach tree next to it.

"What's going on?" Someone who was as drunk as mud was shocked when he heard the sound, and his body fell softly on the peach tree.

However, no one answered him, and the water that was still holding him was not sure where it was at this moment.

Wu Cang Juelan leaned lazily against the peach tree and was not in a hurry. He leaned his head with one hand, and his dark hair scattered in front of his eyes. The dark night breeze rose, and there were heavy shadows between his hair. He frowned slightly dissatisfiedly, but an evil smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Four people gathered around the peach forest and surrounded the man who seemed to be drunk.

There was no response until the four people stood in front of him.

"You're not really asleep, are you?" One of them was puzzled.

"No way, at least he is the emperor of a country. Is there an empty face?" One person sneered.

"He drank a thousand-day drunk that we specially prepared for him. That's not ordinary wine. People like you and I also drink three cups. What's more, this person also drank seven cups in a greedy cup. It's normal to be drunk like this." It's fair to be alone.

The rest of the man said impatiently, "Don't waste time. If you delay the big event on the island, even you and I can't afford it."

The skills of these people are comparable to those of the five people before they accepted the inheritance. At the beginning, eight such people at the seaside almost killed four people. Now the four people deal with one of them. Why can't he have the upper hand? When someone was drunk thought so, he didn't even bother to do it and let them take him to an unknown place.

I don't know how long I walked all the way. Finally, I stopped in front of an underground secret door. There was a person waiting there at the door for a long time. After seeing them, he directly rudely dragged Wucang Jue Lanli and ignored the four people. He even threw the secret door in front of the four people and walked in. He completely despised the four powerful people.

Wu Cang Juelan staggered and turned a corner with the man. The man suddenly stopped and directly shook him off and snorted coldly, "Don't pretend. If you're not drunk, you're not drunk."

This man's eyes are really good. Wu Cang Juelan hooked his lips, stood up lazily, looked at him with a smile and said, "Your Excellency is so good."

At the age of 40 or 50, the man was dressed in iron-gray clothes. He snorted coldly and said, "You'd better ask for more blessings. The person who was sent here has never been out alive."

"Oh?" Wu Cang Juelan raised his eyebrows and looked around with an interest. Seeing that this place looked like a cell, there were iron bars on both sides of the corridor, separated by iron rows in the middle, and each room was closed to one person. These people were dead, and even the murderous spirit of the prisoners was completely annihilated, leaving only the breath of dead gray.

Moreover, the strength of these people... Danfeng's eyes surged up, and the light smile on her face gradually closed. The strength of these people has gradually increased from where they are. In it, he can't feel the strength of the other party with his current skills, and even the people in the cage at the beginning are no worse than before they accepted the inheritance. God, who are these people? It's too strong and too strong.

Seeing his eyes narrowed, the middle-aged man fell directly into the well and said, "See, these prisoners are all fierce in the five clans. Jiangyang thieves are nothing. Compared with what they have committed, it's just a piece of cake. There are many people who kill their wives and children, those who use thousands of babies to practice evil skills, and there are also many people who slaughter the city. The only way to get out of here is to defeat everyone here, regardless of life or death.

Here, it's not prison, it's hell.

The middle-aged man's voice was low and cold and ruthless. Wu Cang Juelan did not ask them what qualifications they had to detain him. Obviously, in this place, these people don't need to say any reason for doing things to him as an outsider. I just want to kill you, so what about you?

He glanced at the prisoners in the prison and saw that they had no reaction at all. This was not unconscious, but a complete contempt. They didn't pay attention to him at all.

Life or death, what a life and death!

"What about her?" I didn't ask anything superfluous, I just wanted to know if she would face such a danger like herself.

The middle-aged man glanced at him and said proudly, "Your Excellency is the belief of my water demon family. Naturally, I accept the respect of the people in the clan. How can it be compared with you?"

Wu Cang Juelan's restrained smile raised again, and his eyes flashed strangely. He said proudly, "Okay, I accept this challenge, regardless of life or death."

"Good!" The middle-aged man saw him clapped his hands for the first time and waved his hand. The prison door in front of him rose directly. Seeing that he stepped in without hesitation, the prison door touched and closed firmly behind him.

The middle-aged man turned around and left when he saw this, leaving only a cold voice with a little gloating voice and fell coldly in the dark prison: "Oh, I forgot to say that the demon girl and the demon husband will get married in the temple three days later."

"What!" The voice of evil jealousy sounded in an instant, and the crying blood was sent directly. In an instant, the sword light lit up the dark dungeon. The motionless prisoners finally looked up at him when they saw the crazy sword light. Those eyes were full of bloodthirsty light, cold, violent and shuddering.

Three moves, only three moves, three moves that can't be seen quickly, the first prisoner has fallen straight to the ground.

The bloody clothes swayed crazily under the strength, and the dark hair flew wildly. The outstanding light in Danfeng's eyes shot at the next prey, and the sword in his hand was dripping blood.

Just standing there, it also gives an absolute deterrent to prisoners who never look at people!

At this moment, Wucang Juelan is a great maniac that red sandalwood has never seen before. This is the real momentum that belongs to the emperor of Lan.

One person died, and the iron fence separated from the prison room rose directly, revealing the adjacent prisoners in front of him, which was stronger than the previous one.

Three days? The sword in my hand is waved mercilessly, and the phoenix eyes are sharp and moving forward. Then it's three days!

This side is a bloody battle in the dark hell, but the other side is still singing and dancing.

The red sandalwood looked at the water coming back from a distance and said something to the metasequoia, and the sequoia looked at her with a little complicated eyes. She frowned secretly and always felt that something bad had happened. This feeling was very strange, and she felt uncomfortable in her chest for no reason.

Sequoia looked at her, drank a glass of wine and said loudly, "In three days, you will get married."