My Demon Queen

As the white smoke gradually condensed into substance, the figure of an old man slowly emerged. The old man was dressed in a white robe, and his snow-white hair and beard revealed his advanced age.

The old man was still holding a bundle of bamboo slips tightly in his hand. Then he slowly opened his eyes, which were almost covered by wrinkles on his face, and looked at everything in front of him quietly.

"Confucius."

There was not much emotion in Mo Qingcheng's tone as she called out the old man's name lightly. It was completely different from the slightly respectful tone she showed when she first met Dao Wuchen. This time she seemed very indifferent, and at the same time, there was a hint of chilliness in her tone.

When Gu Shuchen saw his master coming, he immediately felt relieved, and his body, which was about to collapse, completely collapsed at this moment. However, when it was about to touch the ground, it was steadily caught by a gentle force.

"Greetings to the Demon Queen." The old voice came slowly from the old man's mouth, and no joy or anger could be heard.

"However, the Empress was too cruel to my disciple."

Master Kong looked at the dying Gu Shuchen, sighed slightly, and stopped Gu Shuchen's injuries with a wave of his hand. Then he transferred a stream of spiritual power and began to repair Gu Shuchen's broken body.

Mo Qingcheng did not respond. She watched Master Kong treating Gu Shuchen with an indifferent expression. She did not try to stop him. She just took a step forward and looked at Master Kong.

"It seems that the disaster star has been found? Where is that old fellow Dao Wuchen?"

Confucius took a look at the situation around him and roughly understood what was going on, but he didn't see Dao Wuchen, which made him feel a little strange.

Mo Qingcheng still didn't reply, but just watched quietly and motionlessly.

Mo Ruxue knew her sister too well. Her sister was already angry at the moment, and the more indifferent and calm she was, the more it meant that her sister had already begun to plan in her mind how to completely promote Qingcheng Academy.

When Master Kong saw that Mo Qingcheng didn't reply, he was neither annoyed nor anxious. He slowly turned his gaze to Mu Wushuang behind Mo Qingcheng and Ye An who was unconscious on the chair behind them.

"I don't know what the Empress is planning."

Mr. Kong slowly withdrew his gaze, and the old voice was still without any sadness or joy. After he finished speaking, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked calmly at Mo Qingcheng in front of him.

Mo Qingcheng's face was cold. He took a small step forward, stared at Master Kong with cold eyes, and said lightly:

"I told Dao Wuchen that we should fight again, all-out war. Since you are here, Master Kong, let's fight."

There was still no surprise on Confucius' face, nor any other expression. He just lowered his head slightly, then slowly turned his body, stood there quietly, and began to look around the courtyard. He seemed not to care at all about what Mo Qingcheng said, and subconsciously stroked his beard with one hand.

For a moment, Mu Wushuang was surprised by Mo Qingcheng's words. Her eyes suddenly widened, her mouth opened slightly, and then quickly closed. She originally thought that there would be a fierce battle, but she didn't expect that what she was waiting for was Mo Qingcheng's decisive announcement of an all-out war between the human and demon races.

She couldn't help but frown, and her eyes revealed a hint of worry and nervousness.

"Old thing, why are you here!" At this time, Dao Wuchen, who had just left, returned to the courtyard in a hurry.

His frown showed his inner anxiety. After sensing Confucius' unique aura, he rushed over as fast as he could. He thought to himself that if the talks failed this time, before the disaster star could really grow up, the human and demon races would probably rush over and throw the world into chaos.

Confucius stroked his beard calmly, looking at Dao Wuchen who came hurriedly and anxiously, his face still showed no sadness or joy, and he replied slowly: "I didn't come, it was just a spirit that came."

Dao Wu Chen widened his eyes and said angrily: "I know, I'm asking you what you are here for!" As he said that, he couldn't help but stamp his feet.

Confucius still had no expression on his face. He just looked at Dao Wuchen quietly and said, "My disciple summoned me."

Dao Wuchen's gaze first lingered on Confucius, then quickly turned to Gu Shuchen who was being repaired bit by bit. He was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and then looked at his own disciple with a puzzled look on his face, thinking to himself: Why is my own disciple standing in that strange position?

"Old man, now that we have found the disaster star, why haven't you taken any action?"

Confucius' calm voice sounded again, his eyes fixed on Dao Wuchen, as if trying to see something from his face.

Dao Wuchen looked at Confucius, who was just a spirit, but still stood there with an air of nonchalance, and suddenly became angry. He felt that his heart of Taoism, which had been in existence for hundreds of thousands of years, had been constantly destroyed by various things since he came to the demon clan.

He gritted his teeth, snorted coldly and said, "If you have the guts, do it in front of them."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves angrily, as if he wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Confucius tilted his head slightly, his gaze lingered on the furious Dao Wuchen for a moment, then slowly turned to Mo Qingcheng. His expression remained calm as ever, and he said calmly, "Are we really going to go to war over a disaster that is bringing chaos to the world?"

Mo Qingcheng remained silent. She didn't answer, and didn't even blink. She just stood there quietly, like an iceberg, looking at the two of them with cold eyes, and that cold gaze seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls.

When Dao Wuchen heard this, his heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself: I'm still a step too late.

Anxiety instantly appeared on his face, and he quickly said, "Well, Mo Qingcheng, don't be so extreme. Let's discuss anything. There's no need to start a full-scale war."

As he spoke, he looked at Mo Qingcheng anxiously, rubbing his hands constantly, and then glared at the old antique Kong Fuzi fiercely, his eyes full of resentment.

At this moment, Xiaorou suddenly spoke up. Xiaorou's face was full of anger, her eyebrows were raised, and she gritted her teeth and said loudly: "You keep calling me a disaster star and a troublemaker, but has Big Brother Ye done these things? Does Big Brother Ye want to be this disaster star?"

She looked at the expressionless old man angrily, not caring at all whether the occasion she was speaking was right or wrong, and her hands unconsciously clenched into fists.

Confucius slowly turned his head and looked at Xiao Rou calmly. He said nothing, but turned his gaze to Dao Wuchen again. There was still no ripple on his old face. He just frowned slightly and said calmly, "What does your fortune-telling mean now?"

After saying this, he just stood there quietly, like an unchanging statue.