The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Seeing this, Qian Yi's eyes moved slightly, and he hurriedly flew to the front to lead the way.

The snow cherry feather fan fell at an extremely fast speed, stopped in the air several dozen feet above the ground, and hovered there.

Nan Xingchen and Su Muwei were having breakfast in the yard.

Su Muwei paused, injected the spiritual power in his fingertips into the chopsticks, raised his eyebrows slightly, and the chopsticks in his hand suddenly flew into the air.

Nan Xingchen raised his eyes and looked at him: "Su Muwei, what's wrong?"

Whizzing--

The chopsticks pierced through the snow cherry feather fan, leaving two holes on it, and continued to fly towards the red-robed man in the sky.

The red-robed man dodged with a flash, and then a faint smile appeared on his lips: "This guy has lost his memory, but he is still so alert?"

"Although the Demon Lord has lost his memory, his cultivation is unfathomable. Your little trick will naturally be seen through by him."

When mentioning the Demon Lord, Qian Yi's face was full of admiration.

Su Muwei suddenly stood up, walked around to Nan Xingchen, held her hand, and said vigilantly: "Madam, someone is coming."

Nan Xingchen looked up into the air in confusion: "What is this?"

Su Muwei frowned: "It looks like a fan?"

Nan Xingchen raised his eyebrows and murmured, "How can there be a fan in the sky?"

It's really strange.

But when she looked up at the sky again, she saw nothing.

Nan Xingchen pricked up his ears alertly, but found nothing unusual.

Su Muwei's cheeks flushed, and he took out the snow-cherry feather fan hidden behind him hesitantly.

With a shy expression on her face, she said, "Madam, this fan is for you."

As Su Muwei handed over the fan, he gently stroked the fan with his fingertips, and the two small holes pierced by the chopsticks disappeared.

The fan is intact.

Nan Xingchen took the snow cherry feather fan and after just one glance, he concluded that it was not an ordinary object.

It looks like someone's magic weapon?

How could it fall from the sky?

She pondered, could it be that Su Muwei had stolen someone's token? Maybe it was a token of love?

With a slight "whoosh" sound, the snow-cherry feather fan flew out of Nan Xingchen's hand as if it was cast under a spell.

Su Muwei was quite angry when he saw this, and shouted: "Who dares to steal my things? This is a gift from me to my wife."

The two of them looked up into the sky at the same time.

Two figures came into view.

Qian Yi appeared and bowed respectfully to Su Muwei: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

The man in a red robe stood lazily. The robe was a little loose, and a large area of ​​spring scenery on his chest was faintly visible under the thin robe. His snow-white skin was flowing like floating light.

Nan Xingchen couldn't help but curl her lips. She asked Qian Yi to find a magic doctor, not a monster.

Can such a monster cure diseases?!

The red-robed man gently waved the snow-cherry feather fan in his hand, with a seductive smile on his lips, giving a feeling of being charming with just one glance and a smile.

The red-robed man in front of him was quite handsome.

He is only slightly inferior to Su Muwei, and it can be said that they each have their own merits.

Su Muwei was cold and handsome before he lost his memory, while the man in red robe was as charming and graceful as a demon.

Nan Xingchen looked at Qian Yi with a puzzled look on his face: "Is this the doctor you are looking for?"

Qian Yi glanced at the man in red robe and said, "I went to Demon Town and happened to meet Lord Yi Cheng. He is an old friend of yours and knows a little about medicine. Maybe he can help."

Nan Xingchen couldn't help but laugh: "Just because he knows a little about medicine, you let him come and treat the Demon Lord?" Isn't this too perfunctory?

Su Muwei had no intention of listening to the conversation between the two at this time, and his eyes were fixed on the snow cherry feather fan in Yicheng's hand.

He glared at Yi Cheng: "Give the fan back to me."

Yi Cheng couldn't help but frown when he heard this, and said lightly: "Brother Su, don't you recognize me?"

Su Muwei said angrily: "No matter who you are, return the fan to me immediately. This is a gift from me to my wife."

Yi Cheng's expression became more solemn. He hadn't seen Su Muwei for a few days. He thought that Su Muwei had already married the beauty. Who would have thought that he would lose his memory and become a stubborn "big fool".

Su Muwei's situation was much more serious than what Qian Yi described on the way.

Yi Cheng shook his head imperceptibly and complained secretly, it is true that lust can blind one's mind, and falling in love will make one's mind incomplete.

They have known each other for thousands of years, and this is definitely a huge stain in the life of the arrogant and cold-blooded Demon Lord.

In the past, Yicheng was always crushed by Su Muwei in all aspects, and at this moment, an evil idea suddenly came to his mind.

This guy's amnesia is a good opportunity to tease and play tricks on others. He can brag about it to the world for at least a few hundred years in the future.

The silly man in front of him is the Demon Lord who commands both the demon and monster worlds and is revered by all demons...

Thinking of this, Yi Cheng gently waved the snow-cherry feather fan in his hand, and a strange smile appeared on his lips: "Is this fan yours? I won't give it back to you, what will you do?"

Qian Yi was shocked when he heard this and looked up at Yi Cheng. Is Lord Yi Cheng teasing the Demon Lord?

A cold light flashed in Su Muwei's eyes, and he was about to speak.

Nan Xingchen suddenly pulled him behind her, glared at Yicheng, and said in a cold voice: "What kind of broken fan is this? I don't want it at all. Take it back and use it to make a fire!"

After saying that, she looked at Su Muwei, her cold eyes gradually softened: "Su Muwei, I don't like that thing."

Su Muwei suppressed the anger on his face, and a hint of joy appeared in his dark eyes: "Madam, I will give you a better one in the future."

Nan Xingchen raised his hand and rubbed his head naturally, saying softly: "Be good..."

Qian Yi, Yi Cheng: ...

The two of them looked at each other when they saw this scene. Su Muwei was so obedient in front of Nan Xingchen. Where was the shadow of the cold-blooded devil? ?

Immediately, the two of them had the same idea, that is, they were redundant here.

Yicheng waved a snow-cherry feather fan in his hand and looked Nan Xingchen up and down with his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.

The woman was dressed very casually in a long red dress. Her bare face made her look even prettier. Her eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as a painting, and there was a hint of evil charm in her agility. Although her body was thin, it was well-proportioned and very graceful.

In human years, she was at most fourteen or fifteen years old.

And that is a ten thousand year old fox...

Yicheng's heart moved and he couldn't help but chuckle.

Nan Xingchen's expression changed slightly: "What are you laughing at?"

Yi Cheng looked at the two of them again and said, "Brother Su, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but the girl in front of you is not even 150 years old yet, and you call her Madam. In other words, it's like an old cow eating young grass."

When Qian Yi heard this, his heart stopped. What was going on? Lord Yi Cheng was still picking on the Demon Lord?

Su Muwei clenched his fists angrily: "Do you dare to say that again?"

So what if his wife is not yet of marriageable age? He can wait. How can it be the turn of this guy in front of him to make a comment?

Nan Xingchen held his hand and smiled, "When you encounter bad words, handle them appropriately and filter them appropriately. This person is deliberately provoking you and wants to make you angry. You don't have to take his words to heart."

Su Muwei gently kneaded Nan Xingchen's palm and said softly, "I will listen to my wife."