Ms. High Risk Occupation

Chapter 226 Oh Mo, True and False Demon Lord

"Who do you say is the current Demon Lord?"

Wuyou frowned slightly. If she heard correctly, the little black fish just now said that the current Demon Lord is called Chonglou?
Who is Chonglou?

He didn't know when he changed his name.

"Chonglou."

Seeing Wuyou's face as white as snow, Xuan Xiang shrank behind Chu Yu in fear, only showing a small head.

He looked at Wuyou for a long time, and then said tangledly: "You... If you want to pretend, don't pretend to be the demon king, his reputation is not good, if you pretend...you have to pretend to be a decent elder or disciple of a famous family, to be more Convincing!"

Wuyou frowned even tighter, "I didn't."

Why is this man still sophistrying? They won't laugh at him.

Xuan Xiang silently added a label of "duplicity and sophistry" to Wuyou in her heart.

He sighed a long breath, stepped forward, pulled Wuyou's clothes, forced him to squat down to be at eye level with him, and said sincerely: "You don't have to feel embarrassed, I understand you."

Worry-free:? ? ?
What does this little black fish know?

Xuan Xiang blinked her big eyes twice at Wuyou, and continued: "Ham, everyone is like this when they are young, they like to use other people's names to show off their prestige, this...what is it called...Oh right, foxes pretend to be powerful! "

"When I was young, I still pretended to be the black boss of the king of the mountain! But I am not as black as the black boss, and I can't fool those monsters."

He patted Wuyou's shoulder very seriously, with an attitude of "I know you don't need to say more", "Oh, just lie to outsiders, you are Chu Yu's uncle, we are our own people, there is no need to be careful Face lied to us."

No · Good face · My own person · Big liar · Worry: ...

This little black fish is quite understanding...

Wuyou has been a Demon Lord for more than 20 years, and he has also been in retreat for more than 20 years. This is the first time someone has questioned, oh no, some people don't believe his identity as a Demon Lord at all.

On how to make others believe that he is a demon king?Waiting online, very urgent.

Chu Yu coughed violently twice, wanting to remind Xuan Xiang.

However, Xuanxiang didn't hear it at all, instead she turned her face and looked at Chu Yu with concern, "Chu Yu, what's the matter with you, why are you coughing all the time, are you suffering from the wind and cold? Eh...it shouldn't be, don't you just say monks?" Are you physically strong? You are so powerful, you shouldn’t catch the wind and cold easily, right?”

Chu Yu who stopped coughing: ...

The Prophet Who Sees Something:  …

"Ha ha……"

Wuyou ground his molars, looked at the innocent Xuan Xiang, and gritted his teeth, "As you can see, I'm really a Demon Lord."

"The current Demon Lord is not called Chonglou, but Wuyou!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuyou pulled out a thin red string from his collar, and a small white bone whistle was hung on the red string.

He brought the bone whistle to his lips, and took a breath.

The bone whistle made a crisp whirring sound.

Just as Xuan Xiang wanted to laugh at him, she found a group of dark people in front of her.

They were all wearing black clothes and black trousers, with black hoods covering their faces.

The men in black knelt down as soon as they saw Wuyou, and formed a row around him, quite neatly.

The leading man in black raised his hood, clenched his hands in front of his chest, and said in a passionate voice, "My lord!"

Lord?

Xuan Xiang's little head turned around quickly, vaguely feeling that what she just said was wrong.

"You're finally out!"

you?Exit?

Xuan Xiang's heart skipped a beat, her gaze suddenly fell on Wuyou's face as white as paper, and Wuyou bared her sharp teeth at him.

This person... is really a Demon Lord?
Xuan Xiang's complexion changed, she stood up abruptly, dragged the hem of her clothes again and hid behind Chu Yu.

Xuan Xiang: Alas!My life is over!

Wuyou waved his hand, signaling the man in black in front of him to stand up without courtesy.He looked at Xuan Xiang who was trembling with his head down, and said playfully, "Little Heiyu, now you believe that I am the Demon Lord, right?"

Xuan Xiang still kept her head down, pretending to be a quail, not daring to say a word.

"Hey, what are you hiding, I won't eat you again."

Wuyou shook his head helplessly, his eyes swept over the man in black with his head bowed in front of him, and he frowned slightly, "Where is King Bai?"

"I haven't been out of customs for more than 20 years, why won't he come to greet me?"

"Could it be that the half of the Demon World he manages has been busy recently?"

Hearing this, the leading man in black looked up at Wuyou, hesitant to speak.

Wuyou didn't ignore the abnormal eyes of the man in black.

He squinted his eyes, suddenly thought of something, opened his bright red lips, and said with a sneer: "Could it be... what is said outside is true?"

"Before I die, someone can't wait to take the position of Demon Lord?"

Bang, bang, bang sounded several times, and the magic palace, which was as bright as day just now, suddenly became invisible.

It took a long time before the magic palace saw light again.

The group of men in black prostrated themselves on the ground, trembling, "Respect... the Lord, calm down..."

"Hei Wang, tell me, what's going on?" Wuyou pointed to the leading man in black.

The black king trembled, and lowered his head even lower.

"My lord, you don't know something, King Bai... King Bai established his own family as early as 20 years ago."

Hei Wang felt the cold gaze on his shoulder, swallowed, and continued: "Among the three generals, the Painted Skin Ghost, the Fox Spirit, and the Feng Demon have all rebelled, and the Fox Spirit is dead. The White King changed his name to Chonglou, and called himself Demon Lord, Painted Skin Ghost Feng Mo was crowned king."

"Painted Skin Ghost is good at turning around. Many soldiers of the Demon Race were inspired by him and defected to King Bai."

Wuyou turned the small bone whistle in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at Xuan Xiang who was hiding behind Chu Yu, only showing half of his furry head, and said coldly: "Continue."

"Let me guess... What kind of words did King Bai use to make those soldiers defect..."

With a bang, a man in black who was at the end of the line was lifted up by an invisible force and thrown out again.

He was like a piece of fragile glass, when he hit the ground, he couldn't move.But after a while, he turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared under the light, leaving no trace of his existence.

The frequency of the black king's trembling increased.

"Respect... Your Lord..."

Wuyou stretched out her snow-white index finger, leaned against her bright red lips, and smiled, "Shhh—"

"White King, since you're here, why don't you show up?"

"Oh no, I should call you Chonglou now, Mo Zun Chonglou——"

There was a clap of applause, and everyone looked intently, only to see a short man in white suddenly appearing next to Wuyou who was dressed in black.

His face was covered with a copper mask, revealing only two dark and lifeless eyes.

Bai Wang laughed as soon as he saw Wuyou, his throat seemed to be filled with mouthfuls of thousand-year-old phlegm, and every word was sticky, "Hahahahahaha...the Demon Lord has not yet been greeted to leave the customs..."

"Honorable Master has been in seclusion for more than [-] years, and he has not heard the affairs of the world. You don't know it. The world... has changed!"

Seeing that Wuyou was still playing with the bone whistle in his hand, he ignored him, sneered a few times in his heart, and continued to say eccentrically: "I call you Lord Lord now to praise you! Do you think that you are still more than twenty years old?" Was the previous Demon Lord Wuyou? Hahahahahahaha, why don’t you go out and ask, who doesn’t know that the current Demon Lord is called Chonglou, not Wuyou!”

"Oh?"

"You say it again?"

(End of this chapter)