In the main hall of the Demon Emperor City, there was a strange dullness in the atmosphere.
On the majestic and domineering black throne, Lang Ya was tilting her body in an imageless manner, with one foot raised. The terrifying broadsword that she usually used to kill everyone was casually thrown into her hand. Monkey Nao Nao was sitting on the back of the knife, yawning one after another out of boredom.
Langya held his forehead with one hand, his face full of despair. Below the main hall, the leader of the cattle tribe was holding a thick booklet, reporting incessantly on the number of calves born this year, as well as the work distribution and marriage status of the adult cattle tribe.
Langya listened drowsily, resisting the urge to fall asleep, but when he raised his eyes, he saw the burly leader of the Bear Clan holding a document that was twice as thick as before, standing up and preparing to start a new round of reporting.
"Enough is enough!" Langya finally couldn't bear it any longer and irritably slapped the armrest of the throne. He sat up straight and turned to glare at Yin Yu who was standing aside. He gritted his teeth and said, "Where is Cang Mo?! Should he be the demon king or am I?!"
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yinyu's expression, and he coughed slightly, and replied with wandering eyes, "Back to the general... The king said that he will accompany the queen today, and you will handle the government affairs for the time being."
"Still with you?!" Langya's eyebrows almost flew up, and he rolled his eyes angrily, "It's been almost half a month since we got married, and we still stay in his doghouse every day. No, Lin Qingyang, can he bear it?"
Yin Yu and the demons of His Highness had a tacit understanding and chose to shut up collectively. After all, this human queen had never come out of the Blue Wind Palace since her wedding day.
Langya rubbed his brows with a headache. He asked her to sit here and listen to these long and boring paperwork every day. She would rather go to the school field with a knife to train. He sighed irritably and casually swept his eyes around the hall, noticing Hong Ling sitting in his seat.
I could see that he was holding his chin with his hands, staring blankly into the void, his cheeks were strangely reddish for some reason, and the corners of his mouth were raised from time to time, with a rippling and shy smile.
"What's wrong with him?" Langya asked, pointing at Hong Ling who seemed to have lost his soul.
Ba Shan, who was standing on the other side, glanced at it, rolled his eyes and said angrily, "It's probably spring."
Remembering that Mo Yan seemed to be imprisoned in Hongling's courtyard, Langya was speechless for a moment, leaned back in his chair, shook his head and said, "With these two, the future of our demon clan is really worrying!"
At this moment, there was a sudden sound of piercing the air outside the hall, and an Eagle Clan guard fell rapidly from the sky. Then he hurried into the hall with a stern expression, knelt down on one knee and said loudly, "General, there is a letter from the Immortal Alliance!"
As soon as these words came out, the lazy atmosphere in the hall was instantly swept away.
Langya's expression was stern, a trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he sneered, "Finally something serious!"
At the same time, the interior of Blue Wind Palace was still in a beautiful and chaotic state.
The wine glass on the table tipped over, and the empty golden wine jug fell to the ground, mixed in with the clothes and shoes scattered on the floor.
The curtains of the bed were low, and on the soft bed, Lin Qingyang sank into the quilt, with her eyes closed and her brows slightly furrowed. Her sweaty hair was stuck to her face, and she looked extremely tired. Behind her, a strong arm was placed around his waist, hugging him tightly, with her hot chest pressed against his back full of marks. Her chin was pressed against his neck, right next to his ear, and she spoke in a low and sticky voice.
"How do you feel today? Are you satisfied?" Cang Mo said, grabbing Lin Qingyang's hand hanging by her side and playing with it.
He still wore the ring on his finger. He wanted to take it off, but Cang Mo wouldn't let him. However, after some "negotiation" between the two of them, the ring was still safely on his finger.
"You do this every time. You keep cursing on the bed and ignore me when it's over." Cang Mo said with a chuckle.
Lin Qingyang still closed her eyes, listening to his ramblings, frowning impatiently, and replied angrily, "Go out when you're done."
Cang Mo chuckled lightly, and instead of moving away, he hugged him tighter and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's do it again."
Lin Qingyang's back stiffened, and she finally opened her eyes unbearably, and cursed in a hoarse voice, "You're fucking done, aren't you?"
Probably because he had been ridiculed for his poor skills before, during this time, the wolf wanted to cling to him every day and do all kinds of tricks. Although Lin Qingyang did not intend to waste his energy in resisting, it did not mean that he could accept his excessive demands! But as soon as he finished scolding him, he felt that a dangerous part was ready to move again.
"Master!" Cang Mo couldn't help but rub his neck, his voice was sticky and a bit coquettish.
Lin Qingyang took a deep breath, gritted her teeth and cursed in a low voice, "Don't call me that!"
Cang Mo laughed softly, the vibrations in his chest came against Lin Qingyang's smooth back, and his warm breath sprayed in his ears. "But you seem to like me calling you that. Every time you hear it, you react."
As he spoke, the hands under the quilt began to become restless.
Lin Qingyang held down his hand, turned around and glared at him fiercely, cursing. "You're looking for a slap, aren't you?"
Seeing that he was irritated, Cang Mo stopped fussing. He kneaded his sore waist gently and coaxed in a gentle voice, "I won't fuss you anymore. I want to eat something for lunch. The Hai Clan brought a lot of seafood this time. I remember you liked it very much before."
Lin Qingyang took a deep breath and mocked angrily. "Do you, a demon king, have so much free time every day? You spend all day either cooking or... don't you have any government affairs to deal with?"
Cang Mo smiled and said, "It's okay, Langya is here, she can handle it well."
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" sound, and the heavy door of Cangfeng Palace was violently kicked open, and the bed seemed to shake.
Cang Mo frowned and looked towards the door, only to see Langya striding in with her big knife on her shoulder.
Cang Mo quickly pulled the brocade quilt next to him and wrapped Lin Qingyang, who was half-clothed in his arms, tightly from head to toe, with only a section of hair exposed. Then he raised his head and glared at Lang Ya who came in with a dark face and dissatisfaction.
Langya turned a blind eye to his cannibalistic expression. He just stood beside the bed holding the big knife, raised his eyebrows and said:
"Don't be bored, let's get down to business."