The Demon Lord Forced to Marry the Female Leader

He missed Dahei very much. Without Dahei's company, he had no motivation.

Dahei would chat with him on his shoulder, talking about interesting things in the fairy world and their insights into life. When he didn't know the way, he could point him in the direction, and when he encountered danger, Dahei could help him find a solution.

Fatty Huang was carrying a heavy stone bar. In the past, he ascended to heaven in a dignified manner, holding a golden bowl and wearing a golden cassock, amid the worship of the people. But now he was carrying bricks in the upper fairyland. Fatty Huang sighed in his heart:

"Life is like a dream, I will pour a cup of wine to the moon in the river!"

"Hey, Dahei, if you were here, what would you do?"

"Damn profiteers! I told you long ago that there was something wrong with the spirit stone. It was cracked! But you didn't listen..."

"My fellow Taoists, where are you?"

"help me!"

At this time, it began to rain heavily. The rain washed over Fatty Huang, causing his wounds to feel burning with pain.

I haven't suffered this kind of crime in many years...

Fu Qian on the other side was not as miserable as him. Fu Qian was also caught in the thick cloud turbulence. After flying the sword for several times, Xuanyuan Sword stabilized and took Fu Qian directly out of the turbulence to a safe flying area. Xuanyuan Sword understood what he meant and flew to an extremely beautiful lake. Unlike a wild lake, the road along the lake was neatly repaired and there were several exquisite and noble boats wandering in the lake.

Several trails of light flew across the lake, and the girl's bell-like laughter was like a breeze blowing on my face.

They seemed to be chasing something. Fu Qian was nervous, not knowing where he had gone wrong. He was thinking about how to avoid them when suddenly a sharp arrow flew towards him.

Fu Qian rolled over handsomely, dodged the attack, and grabbed the sword that was flying past.

The Xuanyuan Sword caught Fu Qian steadily and slowly fell to the lake.

Fu Qian carefully observed the feather arrow in his hand.

The tip of the arrow was not sharp, and there was a red ribbon tied on the arrow body. The ribbon was soft and had words written on it.

“First prize!”

Fu Qian had some doubts, because he did not participate in any competition. He probably thought that Xuanyuan Sword had led him into some event organized by someone else by mistake.

Fu Qian had landed safely on the ground. He did not intend to investigate the meaning behind the arrow and turned around to leave.

However, there were a few fairies who came gracefully, tapped their jade feet lightly, flew on their swords and landed beside him, blocking his way.

This group of female cultivators have slim figures, rosy faces, and affectionate eyes.

The male practitioners nearby were so fascinated that they couldn't take their eyes off it for a long time.

Fu Qian lowered his eyebrows and restrained his breath, not knowing what they intended to do.

Seeing his wary look, the female monks looked at each other and giggled.

"Hahahaha! Look, sisters! We are not tigresses, how could we be frightened by this little man!"

"Hahaha, that's it! Don't be afraid, young man! We girls won't eat you! Hahaha!"

The leading female cultivator spoke up and spoke a fair word for Fu Qian.

"Alright, sisters, stop making trouble! Our young lady is waiting for this young man to come over! Sir, you have mistakenly taken the first prize of our Flying Feather Arrow Competition today. Please come and meet our young lady, and let her decide who will receive the first prize."

Fu Qian presented the feather arrow and looked directly at the female cultivator in the red dress, his eyes clear of any impurities, and he said in a cold tone:

"I didn't mean to enter your place. It was my fault. I will return the arrow to you now."

The leading girl had a good impression of Fu Qian and liked his honesty. She wanted to introduce him to someone else, so she put some thought into it and said:

"Fellow Daoist Fu, I'm here to ask you to come over and speak on behalf of my young lady. Do you really not want to give our Second Miss He a bit of face?"

Fu Qian thought he had heard wrongly. He said he was coming to Hezhou to find Miss He Er. Did he meet her so soon? Fu Qian looked down at the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and sighed:

"This sword is truly divine."

Fu Qian thought for a moment, wondering whether Wan Ning and the others had met Miss He Er when they arrived in Hezhou.

Fu Qian nodded and agreed, then, surrounded by the female cultivators, he came to the other side of the lake.

People kept pointing fingers at him along the way.

"Look! This is the man who just broke into the lake and took the first place!"

"This kind of person is so shameless! In order to win the favor of Miss He Er, he actually used such dirty means! Why didn't I think of it! Oops!"

Hong Er listened to their gossip and comforted them:

"Hong'er knows that the young master came in by mistake and not on purpose. Please don't listen to their gossip. They are just saying the grapes are sour because they can't eat them. Haha."

Fu Qian nodded and replied simply:

"Thank you."

Miss Hong'er chuckled. This man really is like a piece of wood.

Soon, the female cultivators pushed Fu Qian to a luxurious stand across the lake. The stand was covered with soft carpet. In the center of the carpet, where the view was the best, there was a long throne that could seat three to five people at the same time.

Sitting on the throne was a woman dressed as a man. She did not have any hairpins or rings in her hair, and her shiny black hair was tied with a white ribbon.

The man was wearing a dress of snow-white silk. The fabric looked extremely luxurious and ordinary people could not afford it at all.

Looking at her waist, she had a long tasseled white silk belt with a piece of white jade tied on it, and a thin, soft gauze covering the outside.

She has long eyebrows, a pair of slender and gentle eyes, a straight nose, fair skin, and a pair of eyes that are as bright as the heaven and earth and do not contain any impurities. They are clear yet bottomless.

Fu Qian looked the second young lady of the He family up and down and found that she was indeed somewhat similar to her sister.

The second young lady of the He family picked up a strand of long dark black hair that fell on her shoulders and twisted it between her fingers. The dark hair glowed with a faint light, cleverly highlighting the extraordinary figure of a nobleman.

However, Fu Qian saw that the smile of this noble young man had a bit of the frivolity of a romantic young man. Holding an ivory folding fan, he looked like a handsome young man that everyone would love!

The second young lady of the He family looked Fu Qian up and down, raised her eyelids and said to him drunkenly with a hint of alcohol:

"You're the one who broke into my competition and won first place?"

Fu Qian frowned and nodded seriously.

Miss He Er burst into laughter, and the beautiful woman next to her poured her another glass of wine, which she drank happily.

After drinking, she threw the wine glass away, and the audience behind her rushed to catch it, and those who caught it thanked her happily.

"Thank you, Master He! I wish you good fortune and a long life!"

These words made Miss He Er happy, and she raised her finger without turning her head.

"Well said! Reward!"

Seeing this, Hong'er took out a few colorful gems and gave them to the person who was speaking!

Everyone screamed! He Erye is indeed the most generous young master in Hezhou! He spends money like water! Anyone who is unwilling to struggle can make a fortune just by following He Erye and picking up the things he throws!