"Oh, you want to kill my spirit?" Song Fei's mouth tilted up, showing a faint smile, "say, what's the matter that the devil emperor sent you here."

With a cold hum, the vulture messenger did not dare to hide the order of the devil emperor and said fiercely, "the devil emperor wants all the devil kings to come to see him, but you dare to offend the devil emperor. When you arrive at the emperor's capital, our messenger will report to the devil Emperor, destroy your spirit and make you immortal."

Hum, let you offend our messenger. I won't tell you about the replacement of Youhai demon emperor with night owl demon emperor. Let you offend the demon emperor and be executed by the demon emperor at that time.

It's too simple for a demon emperor to execute a demon king. In the demon world, there are not a few demons who kill their subordinates for fun.

Song Fei smiled and didn't get angry with the Condor messenger. He looked very cultured.

This painting feels like an accident connecting the river. When is the murderous Optimus so talkative.

Song Fei approached the vulture step by step, looked down at the messenger sitting, and said faintly, "it's a big thing to see the demon emperor. In this way, you really can't go empty handed."

"You know!" the messenger Leng hum, "my messenger is also very hard."

"Messenger, please borrow a gift. Messenger, don't worry. It won't be hard in the future." Song Fei said with a smile.

"Borrow a gift?" Song Fei's words surprised the vulture messenger. Under his own threat, he not only didn't offer a gift, but also dared to ask for a gift from himself. It's too disrespectful. Everything he said in the future should encourage the demon emperor. Even if he didn't kill him, he should let him eat and walk around.

Immediately the vulture messenger hummed coldly, "what gift do you want to borrow?"

"Use your head on your neck." Song Fei said faintly.

"What!" the vulture messenger was shocked. Then he saw that Song Fei's right hand held the hilt of the sword around his waist, and a black cold mountain appeared in front of him.

"Optimus, you dare to offend below." the vulture messenger was angry, and the magic Qi suddenly appeared. The whole magic hall became unstable and trembled violently because of the power of the vulture.

Obviously, even if he is an emissary, he is also an emissary sent by the demon emperor. His strength is not weaker than that of an ordinary demon king.

Song Fei sneered, and the black magic sword suddenly came out of his body: "what's wrong with you? It's just killing a chicken."

The sword light was very fast, and the vulture messenger still maintained anger on his face. He was easily cut off by Song Fei's magic sword. The magic power of the magic sword instantly invaded the consciousness of the vulture Messenger, and the pure magic completely destroyed the consciousness of the vulture messenger.

The unwilling vulture messenger waited for his eyes and looked like he didn't close his eyes. I'm afraid he didn't even believe in death. Song Fei would really kill him. You know, he was the messenger of the devil emperor and came on behalf of the devil emperor.

Song feishun threw his head to Tonghe: "take the gift and give it to the devil emperor at that time." as for the body of the Condor Messenger, he threw it directly to the devil blood ant as a snack.

"Really, really want to go to war with the demon emperor of Youhai? Didn't you say you want to swallow the territory of the surrounding demon kings first?" Tonghe subconsciously took over the head of the vulture Messenger, his voice was full of deep surprise, even his voice remained hoarse.

"Go to war, the little messenger will let the demon emperor go to war? You look too high at him." Song Fei snorted coldly, then stepped out of the teahouse, and the voice continued, "I'll tell Qingchuan to let him go to my bedroom."

Qingchuan? Tonghe immediately responded that it was the Witch and whispered, "lecherous."

"Huh?" Song Fei, who was walking, suddenly turned back and looked at Tonghe coldly. Unparalleled murderous spirit rushed to Tonghe. Under this terrible look, Tonghe immediately bowed his head in horror and secretly said how he told the truth.

"Ha ha!" but I didn't think that Song Fei's murderous spirit soon converged. He smiled innocuously at Tonghe, "if you're willing to come, I can't let Qingchuan come."

Tonghe's face was cold, then he bowed his head and bit his teeth, bent over in a respectful tone and said, "my subordinates must send Qingchuan to Qingtian. Lord Qingtian demon, please go slowly."

"Ha ha ha!" Song Fei walked with great strides, and the laughter echoed in the teahouse for a long time.

Tonghe's identity as like as two peas, and even Song Fei's powerful subordinates, is still an equal view of her. Even if Song Fei does not want to let her go to her, she will not touch the devil. Even if she touches, she will touch it. This is Song Fei's principle. After all, the devil blood ant is separated from the body. After all, it belongs to the outer object. Song Fei never feels the same as her own body. Let alone touch the woman you care about.

But the witch is different. If they don't meet themselves, their fate will only be worse. Qingchuan can get the favor of the devil blood ant, which is her great favor. Moreover, Qingchuan is happier than other witches. At least he won't give up all the time. As long as Qingchuan is clever and doesn't cause trouble, he will always be flattered.

Of course, the key to Qingchuan's luck is that she can make Song Fei, who is used to seeing beautiful women, have a bright face and a clean body that has not been touched. Without anything, she will not be lucky today.

When night fell and Qingchuan appeared, he was shrouded in a broad black robe.

Qingchuan walked into the bedroom hall. When he saw Song Fei sitting on the wide bed, he immediately knelt in front of him and said, "Lord demon, Qingchuan has bathed and changed clothes and can serve adults at any time."

It's an imperial enjoyment.

"Well, get up." Song Fei nodded, with a trace of tenderness in his voice. In the face of a witch who is about to become his own woman, even if her identity is just a low witch, Song Fei will not put on a superior posture.

"Yes!" the witch got up.

The face is stunning. The small face has exquisite facial features, and each facial feature is perfect.

The figure is not to mention that they are born to reverse all sentient beings.

However, he is a slave in the eyes of big people in the demon world. He has no dignity. Even his life may be discarded at any time, let alone personality.

According to the rumor, their fate is tragic since they are sensible.

"How old are you?" song Feidao said. Witches live a long life. They can't tell their age by their appearance. Some witches who are hundreds of years old look like 18-year-old women in the world.

"Maidservant 16." Qingchuan whispered, "I have always lived in the demon palace and never left. When adults came to the demon palace, the maidservant was only a child."

No wonder his body is so clean. Song Fei knows it in his heart.

Song Fei nodded silently: "in that case, you will stay with me in the future. There is a lack of someone around me. You will be responsible for my usual clothing, food, housing and transportation."