Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

At midnight that day, Park Yeo suddenly appeared outside the door of any room.

"Saint, the demon nobles and monks from the aristocratic families heard that you are back, and they are all waiting for you to 'bless' them!"

Park He looked around and found that Meng Hu and Kuang Zhan were not with Ren Yi, so the time was just right.

He smiled and said, "Follow me quickly!"

Ren Yi narrowed his eyes, "Blessing?"

As Pu Qie led Ren Yi to the main hall, he said, "In our demon clan, the purer the bloodline, the stronger the strength."

"Those with higher bloodlines can bless those with lower bloodlines. Not only can those with lower bloodlines gain a lot of cultivation through blessings, but even their souls can be strengthened."

"The Demon King has been missing for nearly ten years, and this blessing has been cut off for many years."

"Now that you, the Saint, are here, you must restore traditions."

I tried to recall carefully what I had seen and heard in my previous life, but I had never heard of the concept of "blessing".

When she stepped into the hall and saw the situation inside, she was slightly stunned.

About thirty young men stood in two rows in the hall.

They were wearing light gauze shirts and half of a silver mask on their faces, revealing only their handsome profiles.

Park Hee secretly rolled his eyes and carefully observed Ren Yi's expression.

"These thirty are all descendants of demon families or demon nobles. They are all very honored to receive your 'blessing'."

Park Cheol smiled with an ambiguous tone, "Please choose one."

He walked to the throne and sat down, his eyes scanning everyone one by one.

The clothes they were wearing were a little thin, a little...transparent.

From any angle, you can clearly see their well-proportioned bodies and...

Cough cough cough cough.

Looking up at the ceiling at will is simply a sign of the decline of moral values ​​and outrageous!

Looking down again, the ones in front look a bit like those popular male stars when I was watching TV series in modern society.

At first, she would become a fan of a male star after watching a drama, and they would change names on a monthly basis. Their names were "March Boyfriend", "April Boyfriend"...

Hmm, the two at the back look like "May Boyfriends"...

Ren Yi looked up at the ceiling again. This dress is so damn transparent!

But I have to say that all the conditions are good and there is some strength.

She asked, "How to bless?"

Pu Qie hid his sleeves and smiled: "Of course it is a combination of both cultivation and integration. The deeper the cultivation, the more integrated it is, the more cultivation and magic power you will get~"

Ren Yi suddenly realized, no wonder they were dressed like fairies, they really were here to seduce people.

He shook his head casually, thinking, no, this is a beauty trap set by the other party.

These people represent the decline of morality and the degradation of will.

It's so disgusting, so disgusting!

She must refuse with righteous words.

After a long time of mental preparation, when her eyes fell again, she spoke calmly:

"Can I have both?"

Park Qie was slightly startled, and then a look of great joy appeared on his face.

"Oh, that's great, of course."

Choose, it’s best to choose everyone.

She has no magic power, so bestowing blessings will directly consume her spiritual power.

By then, these nobles will just suck her dry, and that will save a lot of trouble.

If she doesn't choose any of them, she will just have to wait to offend those second-generation rich kids who are rampant among the demon clan.

He glanced around casually, passing over everyone's faces one by one.

Finally, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Alan Wangsu who was sitting at the end of the line.

Alan Wangsu was still sitting in the wheelchair.

The material he was wearing was not translucent, but silk. Although it was a bit thin, at least he didn't show any body parts.

Seeing Ren Yi pointing at him, he also looked at her tenderly.

The corners of her lips lifted slightly, and her smile was as sweet as spring breeze.

"I will follow the orders of the Saint."

The man standing in the front frowned, and his aura became much stronger.

"What do you mean, Saint? You didn't choose anyone but me, but you chose someone in a wheelchair?"

He crossed his arms over his chest and said bluntly: "Does the Saint really look down on us, or is she deliberately humiliating us?!"

Before the Demon King disappeared, the ancient tradition of [Blessing] was already in name only.

During the reign of the Demon King, he actually learned from mortals the idea of ​​being together for life, and he remained faithful to his future wife in advance and refused to bless any other woman.

Now that the Saint has returned, [Blessing] can finally be performed again.

Unexpectedly, among all the young talents in the palace, the saint chose Alan Wangsu, who was in a wheelchair.

Ren Yi looked at the man with a complicated expression, "I've seen people who are eager to eat, but it's rare to see someone who is eager to get into bed."

The man was immediately angry, "What are you talking about? You're crawling into bed! This is the path of cultivation, this is a blessing!"

Ren Yi nodded, "Yes, it is the 'blessing' that this Saint Lady bestows upon you, but you are too ugly, so this Saint Lady does not want to bestow it upon you."

The man was so angry that he almost vomited blood, then turned around and left.

The other men around followed suit and left, looking at Ren Yi with anger in their eyes.

Park Qie put his hands in his pockets and sneered in his heart.

Although these people's cultivation is not high, they are all descendants of aristocratic families who are protected in the palm of their hands.

If it weren't for the priest ceremony, these people would never have appeared in Youhuang Palace together.

To mess with them is to break up with half of the nobles in the Demon Realm.

It seems that it won’t be long before this Saint Lady disappears.

When Renyi returned to the bedroom, he saw Alan Wangsu half lying in the gauze tent.

He was still wearing the green silk robe, and a few strands of black hair on his temples broke free from the loose band and brushed on both sides of his cheeks.

Ren Yi walked forward, lifted the gauze curtain with one hand, and looked at him with a slightly puzzled look.

Alan Wangsu looked up at Ren Yi, raised his hand to touch Ren Yi's face, and stared at her deeply.

Although I have known Alan Wangsu for such a long time, I have never seen him look like this.

The eyes that were as clear as water in the past were now a little drunken, as if they had fallen into fine wine, dazed and intoxicated.

The silk robe had a wide neckline, revealing a smooth waistline and abdominal muscles.

Ren Yi raised his hand and pressed it on his left hand.

“They didn’t come to monitor.”

Alan Wangsu was slightly startled, and then the blush on her cheeks quickly faded away.

He took back his right hand that was on her cheek and lowered his head to gather his clothes.

Then he got out of bed and walked quickly behind the screen to straighten his clothes.

I looked at his legs and felt something was strange.

Last time, they injected spiritual power into her body in order to protect her body.

Afterwards, she not only bounced all the spiritual power back to them, but also strengthened and tempered their souls.

Everyone's cultivation has been greatly improved, except Alan Wangsu.

Although his cultivation level had improved, his legs were still only capable of short walks and could not fully recover to normal.

When walking for a long time, you still have to rely on a wheelchair.

She checked his magic pulse and found that everything was normal with him.

Now seeing the few steps Alan Wangsu took, he still seemed very reluctant and did not look like he had recovered.

When Alan Wangsu walked out from behind the screen, his clothes had returned to their former elegant appearance.

He sat across the table, his back straight and somewhat stiff.

Ren Yi reached out and poured him a cup of tea, and said with a smile:

"Luckily I met you in the hall just now, otherwise this would have been a very bad ending."

Alan Wangsu clenched the cup and asked softly, "Does the Saint have any concerns?"

[Blessing] is indeed a tradition of the demon clan.

Although the saint seemed to have no cultivation, he knew that her soul was strong and would not be harmed by the blessing.

On the contrary, it will enhance the Saint's physique, so he...

He cleared his throat quietly, his lips pursed.

Ren Yi looked him in the eyes and said bluntly: "My mother is not from the demon tribe, so she cannot 'bless' anyone."

After saying this, he picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

Alan Wangsu's pupils suddenly contracted, and his clear eyes were full of surprise.