Chapter 519

In the demon clan, he is one of the five hall masters under one person and above ten thousand people, and plays an important role.

If you come to the demon clan and become a minion, don't you want to be laughed at by the demon clan compatriots in the past and laugh at him for getting worse and worse?

Therefore, even if he is obedient to the demon clan, he should hold the power!

"You are a prisoner. Do you still want to gain an inch?" Mo Liang said.

The demon clan doesn't have such a branch leader!

If your majesty let this Niang gun be the branch leader and take charge of the mainland of the demon clan, he will be killed.

"Hum." Magic feather ring chest, a pair of toe high gas high attitude, "this childe doesn't care, this childe in demon clan, must do that kind of one person under ten thousand people above of position!"

This is in line with his noble status.

"Good." Gu Yinmo readily agreed, "just in time, the queen of the demon is developing the antidote of evocation and demagogy recently. There is a lack of a counselor around her. You can stay with the queen of the demon and be her counselor for the time being."

"The counselor of the demon queen." Magic feather looked at Mo Qingge, whispered, "sounds good."

The status of the queen of the demon family is also supreme. As the counselor of the queen of the demon, his status is not low.

Thinking of this, he was satisfied.

Gu mianmo took a look at his wife and asked in a soft voice, "I don't know Ge'er. Are you satisfied with the counselor that uncle Huang arranged for you?"

"I..."

"If you are not satisfied, uncle Huang will have to throw him to Mo Liang." Gu Mo pretends to be helpless.

"Hello Mo Liang is scared to get a stirring spirit, "Gu Mian Mo, I invite you to annoy you, you want to throw this Niang gun to me?"

There are many laborers around him. I don't want this gun!

"No way!" Who knows, Huan Yu also quickly opposed, "to be a counselor for the demon queen is still in line with my childe's identity, but if only to be a counselor for beihuangjun, it will lower the identity of others!"

"How dare you look down on me?" Mo Liang's fingers curled up tightly, hoping to beat his face askew.

Every word is so irritating.

"Good." At this time, Mo Qingge readily agreed to come down, "then I'll try my best to leave you, and be bitter by my side... No, be a counselor by my side."

I'm worried that I can't find a convenient person. Now uncle Huang has given her one for free. Why don't she accept it?

"Hey, hey, good."

Huan Yu was overjoyed and immediately pulled the arm of Lamo Qingge: "after the demon, others will be your right arm."

The ethereal and soft tone makes Mo Qingge have goose bumps.

Demon clan, how can there be such a master of Niang gun?

The magic feather doesn't know, in he pulls Mo Qingge that instant, a burning vision, fell on him.

"Magic feather!" Gu Jingmo spoke coldly.

Magic feather loose hand, impatient way: "again how?"

"The clan rules of the demon clan, touch the latter and cut off your hands." Gu Mo's tone, cold as ice, "can you remember in the future?"

Although he knows that Huan Yu is not interested in women.

But such a move still pierced his eyes.

No one can touch his song!

Magic feather scared a shiver: "remember... Remember."

What are the clan rules for this abnormal ice face?

"Your Majesty." Mo Liang said in a low voice, "when did you make this clan rule? Why don't I remember it?"

"Just decided."

"Keke..." Mo Liang was blocked by him and had to stop talking.

He is cruel!

"All right." Magic feather impatient way, "people are obedient to the demon family, can you let people take a bath first?"? All day in the dungeon, it stinks. "

Mo Liang

Mo Qingge

If she can, she really wants to punch the whimper to death.

"The ink is cool." Mo Qingge said, "you can arrange Xiao Huan to take a bath and change clothes."

"I see." Although not willing, but Mo Liang dare not disobey the order of the demon, had to harden the scalp agreed.

He threw a look of disgust at Huan Yu: "follow me!"

"Hum, people will leave. Why are they so fierce?" Magic feather cold hum, still followed up.

When the evil affair was solved, the guards in the hall retreated one after another.

The whole inner hall finally fell into silence.

"Uncle Huang." Mo Qingge can't help asking, "why do you want to leave that Niang gun?"

Don't you think that such a Niang will ruin their image of demon clan?

Gu Mian Mo explains lightly: "demon clan, still lack a decent illusionist."

Although Huan Yu talked a little more, looking at the whole world, he was the only illusionist he could see.

So bear with it.

Maybe a year later, he will not be in Wanjie, and he will make more plans for the demon clan.

"I see." Mo Qingge nodded, "well, since uncle Huang can tolerate it, let him stay around and be a little follower."

"There's no need to put up with songs." Gu Mian Mo said with a light smile, "if you feel uncomfortable, you can beat and scold at will."

As long as you don't die.

"Well, then I'm welcome." She didn't plan to be polite.

Then, she looked down at the soup in her eyes: "by the way, uncle Huang, Ge'er has made the soup himself. Drink it while it's hot, or it will be cold later."

Her voice, especially gentle, gentle like a clear spring, slowly flowing into the heart.

But he was deliberately silent, as if he was playing tricks.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mo Qingge was stunned and said, "why, uncle Huang, don't you want to drink?"

Is her cooking too bad?

Think of here, Mo Qingge holding a spoon, is about to taste a, but he stopped.

He doesn't have the heart to make the song vomit.

"Yes." Gu Mian Mo said, "but Uncle Huang's wound hurts. He has no strength in his arm and can't lift it up."

Indifferent tone, with a bit proud.

Such an obvious hint, Mo Qingge naturally would not understand, so he obediently cooperated with him: "in that case, the song will feed you."

Then he put the spoon to his lips.

Gu Mian Mo tried to resist the secret joy of her heart, and with a high and cold posture, she opened her thin lips and swallowed the soup she had sent.

Inexpressible taste, into the heart.

In the future, we can't let the singer cook any more.

"Is it good?" She asked.

"Good."

As long as it's made by singer, he thinks it's delicious.

"Drink more then." Got his praise, Mo Qingge ecstatic, "in the evening, I cook for the emperor."

"Keke..." hearing this, he almost choked, "Ge'er, don't be so tired."

"Well." Mo Qingge shook his head, "cook for uncle Huang, not tired."

She was willing.

"Ge'er has to work hard to develop an antidote. Let uncle Huang cook for you tonight." Gu Mian Mo stroked her hair. She didn't want to let the girl tired from the bottom of her heart.

"Good." Mo Qingge agreed to come down, full of joy to kiss him, "Uncle Huang is very good."