"Xiao Feng, come here." Once Demon King Jiang reached his Bedchamber, he activated every formation in the hall, then tossed out one Profound Artifact after another to guard the surroundings. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Luan Feng raised an eyebrow and walked over slowly, looking down at the old Demon King lying on the bed.
"Xiao Feng, if you hadn't stepped in, I would have been seriously injured!" Demon King Jiang was deeply moved.
After some thought, he handed his son some of his Secret Realm Keys and half his Spatial Rings, leaving himself a way out.
Naturally, the Sixth Highness stood on no ceremony. After all, taking his enemy's fortune counted as revenge, too. Soon, Demon King Jiang would learn that the devil who hated him most was not his own Demon Wife, but this Half-Demon son.
However, he did not accept the Secret Realm Key for the realm he had already swept clean. Instead, he placed it right on top for Demon King Jiang.
Luan Feng's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, then quickly returned to normal.
Only the little black ball in his hand was overwhelmed with emotion, feeling that she had misjudged him. The one before her was no pitiful little member of the Devil Race-he was a black sesame dumpling! Black all the way through, even blacker than she was!
This Sixth Highness ought to be called Big Black! Lan Yue pondered seriously.
On the bed, Demon King Jiang hesitated. There was actually something else he had not said: if this Half-Demon son had not intervened, with such a vicious aura entrenched inside his body, he might have died on the spot!
Of course, he would not be foolish enough to say it aloud. After all, who knew whether the other Demon