In fact, the messenger of the demon race still didn’t want to pee very much.
After all, he was a messenger of the Demon King, thus he must be a high-level demon within the Demon Race, and things like the “three urgencies” (1) had definitely not bothered him long ago.
However, seeing Bai Qiuran’s impatient look, the messenger of the demon race feared that the former would take action against himself, so he followed Bai Qiuran’s words into the small woods aside, pretending to pee.
Of course, he didn’t pee when he entered, but took out a bottle of calming pills and swallowed it.
The pill quickly turned into a cool medicinal power in his stomach, flowing over his limbs and skeleton. The Demon King’s messenger finally calmed down a lot, at least when facing Bai Qiuran, he would no longer shake like chaff.
After spending two days and three nights, he finally took Bai Qiuran and Su Xiangxue to a palace on the top of the mountain. Bai Qiuran couldn’t tell which demon king belonged to this palace. It should be newly built in the last two thousand years.
“The Demon Kings are inside.”
The demon king’s messenger stopped outside a lobby in the palace and bowed and said:
“Sword Patriarch, princess, this way please.”
The waiters on both sides nervously opened the door for Bai Qiuran and Su Xiangxue, the two looked at each other, and then stepped into the lobby.
The lights in the lobby were dim. It seemed that the owner didn’t like the bright environment. After Bai Qiuran and Su Xiangxue entered the lobby, the door behind them was closed, and a glimmer of light came from somewhere in the lobby, which illuminated the scene.
“Welcome, the Sword Patriarch of the human race, and our noble princess.”
The sound came from the direction of the main seat in the lobby. Bai Qiuran and Su Xiangxue looked at them. The dim light could not stop their gazes. They found that in the darkness there was a man with a thin face and a gloomy temperament sitting cross-legged. Wearing a black robe, there were still black scales on his cheeks.
There was a small table in front of him with some delicacies of the demon, and he held a wine cup in his hand and gave Bai Qiuran and Su Xiangxue distant respect.
Su Xiangxue did not speak, but Bai Qiuran asked rhetorically:
“I never saw you before. Are you a new Demon King?”
The gloomy man neither denied nor admitted, but raised his hand:
“You two came from afar and have worked hard, so please have a meal first.”
Suddenly, two paper lanterns lighted up in the darkness. Besides the lanterns, there were two small tables filled with dishes exactly like the one on the Demon King’s small table, and two cups filled with clear liquor.
Bai Qiuran took off the Wise Immortal who was hanging around his waist, and Su Xiangxue went to sit next to each other on the cushion behind the table, and then Bai Qiuran picked up the chopsticks, but first reached Su Xiangxue’s small table. After tasting one by one, he picked up Su Xiangxue’s wine and sipped a little, and then said to her:
“It’s not poisonous.”
“Sword Patriarch is so defensive against this king, it really makes this king chill.”
The gloomy man said:
“Isn’t my previous performance in Nine Provinces and Ten Lands not enough to show my sincerity?”
“Actions speak better than words. Who of you demons doesn’t want to take my head?”
Bai Qiuran sneered:
“What’s more, your poisonous snake, as soon as we entered the house, you began to spread toxins into the air, didn’t you? Do you really think I can’t smell this sweet smell?”
The gloomy man froze for a moment, then seemed a little embarrassed.
He took a few breaths, and the sweet smell in the air dissipated a lot.
“This is a natural phenomenon of this king’s body. Sword Patriarch must not misunderstand, this king has no malice.”
The gloomy man explained immediately.
Bai Qiuran said twice, obviously not believing it.
“Let’s put it this way, I invited Sword Patriarch and the princess here to discuss cooperation. It is too unwise to start fighting before negotiating.”
After thinking for a while, the gloomy man said again:
“What’s more, the prestige of the Sword Patriarch is famous in the demon race for two thousand years, and this king will not be stupid enough to expect to use this little trick to deal with Sword Patriarch.”
When he said this, Bai Qiuran believed a little instead.
He started to pick up the wine cup in front of him, and at the same time asked:
“Let’s talk about it, you have gone through so much trouble, what do you want to do with us?”
The gloomy man pondered for a moment and then asked:
“Do you two know the current situation of His Majesty the Demon Emperor?”
“Nope.”
Bai Qiuran ignored the people sitting in the darkness, drank all the wine very rudely, and deliberately hiccuped.
“Is he buried or is he in a coffin?”
“It seems that Sword Patriarch already knows the news that His Majesty the Demon Emperor has succumbed.”
The gloomy man laughed and said:
“Her Royal Highness’s intelligence network is really powerful.”
He clapped his hands, and the surrounding paper lanterns lit up successively, illuminating the remaining three people in the darkness.
They were a big man with lizard-like claws in his hands and fangs in his mouth, a young man with golden wings on his back, and a woman with flowers on his sideburns.
They sat around the gloomy man and watched Bai Qiuran and Su Xiangxue with him.
“Sword Patriarch, princess.”
The gloomy man said:
“We are looking for you to negotiate.”
Su Xiangxue still did not speak, but Bai Qiuran put down Jiu Hu and asked:
“What’s your conditions?”
“The demon emperor is dead, and there is no heir. What will happen to this matter? This king thinks that both of you know it, so this king doesn’t bother to speak any more.”
The gloomy man looked at Su Xiangxue.
“Her Royal Highness, you have inherited the purest blood belonging to the Demon Emperor. This king would like to invite you to lead us and let us help you rise to power.”
“Hey, Black Snake King.”
Su Xiangxue put down the wine cup very gracefully, frowned, and said:
“I think I have told you many times through Cui Luo that I belong to the human race, how can I inherit the position of the Demon King?”
“Naturally, we are not asking you to be the leader without any conditions.”
The gloomy man paused, then looked at Bai Qiuran again.
“At the same time, we also want to invite Sword Patriarch to join our camp in this upcoming civil war.”
“What?”
As soon as he said this, even Bai Qiuran was taken aback for a while, and then he pointed at the gloomy man and laughed.
“You are much braver than I thought. Do you know the old saying ‘bringing a wolf into the house’ ?”
“Of course I know.”
The gloomy man nodded solemnly:
“But I also know another old saying – ‘no pain, no gain’. If I don’t take a risk, I will never win.”
“Well, you’re bold and courageous.”
Bai Qiuran stood up and looked at the gloomy man.
“So, if you ask me to fight for you, can you afford such a high price?”
“What the price is, it’s up to Sword Patriarch to assess it.”
The gloomy man clapped his hands, the door opened, and a demon maid wearing a low-cut costume came in from the door, holding a plate in both hands, and knelt in front of Bai Qiuran.
“What is this?”
Su Xiangxue frowned and asked.
In the tray that the maid was holding, there was only a broken animal skin, which looked like a corner torn from old animal skin.
“This is part of the map of the Demon Emperor Mausoleum of the first ancestor of my Demon Race.”
The gloomy man Black Snake King replied.
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