Quick Wear Peace

An Ning and Yu Mingye were planning where to go next, but their plans were disrupted by a letter from the Demon Lord.

Looking at the letter inside, Yu Mingye's face drooped and An Ning patted his back.

"I will take you back to the Dark Night Courtyard. After we go back, we will bring down your father and take the throne ourselves." An Ning gave Yu Mingye a bad idea.

She seems to have found the bug of this world now. As long as the plot can be completed smoothly, the points will not be reduced. She just needs to find the corresponding person to complete the task.

Yu Mingye gave a bitter smile. An Ning took the letter from Yu Mingye's hand, which asked him to rush to the rooftop.

After An Ning and Yu Mingye quickly reached the rooftop, they saw Feng Wu, surrounded by lightning, hanging high in the air.

This time, Yu Mingye did not go to save Feng Wu, but stayed quietly beside the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord sensed a different aura around Yu Mingye, and his eyes were sharp, "Who?"

The attack in his hand rushed towards An Ning.

Yu Mingye reacted quickly and stretched out his hand to catch the attack, "Father."

The Demon Lord used up 90% of his magic power, and Yu Mingye could only barely catch it, with bright red blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

An Ning patted the back of Yu Mingye's hand, signaling him to rest assured.

He removed the invisibility spell and walked in front of the Demon Lord, "Demon Lord."

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes and looked An Ning up and down. The aura on her body was obviously that of a cultivator, but her temperament was obviously different from that of the cultivators on the Qianyuan Continent. Her aura was clearer.

“Are you from heaven?”

Although it is a question, the tone is full of affirmation.

"Yes." An Ning nodded.

"Why are you so comfortable around my son?" His gaze shifted to Yu Mingye, who was obviously a young boy in love. He twitched his lips speechlessly, wondering why he was so eager to take advantage of him.

"I wonder if the Demon Lord still remembers Yuan Yitong?" An Ning had a sly smile on his face, holding Yu Mingye's hand.

In case something goes wrong it's easy to escape.

"Are you... Yuan Yitong?" The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes, looked An Ning up and down, sneered, and his eyes were deep.

"Do you want revenge?" There was a hint of coldness in his voice, and the pressure moved to Yu Mingye's body without a trace of emotion, "Are you using my son to threaten me?"

Yu Mingye rushed forward anxiously, wanting to explain something, but An Ning held Yu Mingye's hand.

"The Demon Lord is overthinking." It's true that those who are in a high position will think too much.

"Then what do you want to do?" The Demon Lord looked at Yu Mingye with eyes like ice chips, as if to say that he didn't care about him at all.

Yu Mingye was still a little sad. He had known this for a long time, hadn't he? What hope was there?

"Of course I want the demon world." An Ning grinned.

Upon hearing this, the Demon Lord sneered, "Just you?" If looks could kill, An Ning would have died many times ago.

"Yes, I will." An Ning nodded. "If you voluntarily abdicate, I might be able to spare your life, but if you let me do it, I won't be polite."

An Ning's eyes were deep, as if a monster in the abyss was roaring and struggling to be released.

After all these years in the world of cultivating immortals, she is no longer the innocent little girl. Her hands are now filled with blood, and she has also learned to disguise herself.

If she was still so naive, even if someone protected her, she would have died many times in unknown places.