Cannon fodder and female supporting role, a match made in heaven

Shrouded in the thick, inky darkness of the night, the Demon Palace looked like a dormant giant beast, emitting a terrifying majesty.

Inside the Demon Palace's bedroom, candlelight flickered, and the dim light cast strange shadows on the walls. Even the air seemed to be gripped by invisible hands, and it was freezing cold.

The demon soldier knelt on the cold gold bricks, his forehead against the ground, his voice trembling like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

"Your Highness...the female cultivator captured by the Qingwei Sect has escaped and taken the Demon King away with her. Your demon beast is sleeping in the dungeon."

Before he finished speaking, the candlelight trembled suddenly, and the man in red who was reclining on the gorgeous bed suddenly stood up, put the exquisite earrings he was playing with on his fingertips into his arms, and shot a gaze as cold as an ice cone at the demon soldier.

"waste."

The two words were squeezed out from between the teeth, carrying with them a chill like ice chips. The pressure exerted made the demon soldier spit out blood, and his body fell to the ground, twisting and twitching. In just a moment, he turned into ashes.

His punishment did not take into account the firelight nearby. It slowly woke up in pain, and seeing this situation, it had no time to think, and knelt down in fear and begged for mercy.

"Master, please spare me. I was wrong."

Mu Chen looked at the monster that had been following him, his eyes passing over the object in its hand. His voice was cold and ruthless: "You were deceived by some lowly things. Go and accept the punishment yourself. If you do it again, I will not let you go."

Huoguang shivered and quickly retreated.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps behind him. Mu Chen frowned, but saw a burly demon general running towards him with an embarrassed look on his face.

Seeing Mu Chen, the demon general quickly knelt on the ground, panting and said, "Your Highness, Chu, His Highness Chu Yu is back. He is rushing towards you, and I can't stop him."

Mu Chen narrowed his eyes, and a hint of cold and playful mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth.

You came to me so soon, you're really looking for death.

In a flash, before he could react, a gust of wind filled with terrifying murderous intent hit him. Mu Chen dodged sideways, and the gust of wind brushed past his ear, cutting off a strand of hair. The silver bell at the end of his hair fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He was pressed against the wall by a force and could not move for a while, feeling a little surprised.

The young man was wearing a black shirt with narrow sleeves, his black hair was tied up high with a blue silk headband, his outline blended into the semi-darkness of the night, his eyebrows were handsome but gloomy.

He gripped Mu Chen's throat with his fingers, his eyes filled with dark colors.

"Where's Zhao Zhao?"

Thinking of the curse on the boy's body, Mu Chen calmed down from his unreasonable fear.

He raised his eyebrows in disdain, his voice cold and vicious: "She died. I cut her beautiful face again and again, cut off her flesh and fed it to the monster."

Mu Chen stared at Chu Yu, trying to see pain on his face, but Chu Yu was unexpectedly calm.

Chu Yu continued to exert force on his finger bones, with a sarcastic smile on his lips: "Do you know that the way you are so angry is really ridiculous."

After he returned to the Demon Realm, he went to the dungeon. There was no one there, only Mu Chen's rat lying on the ground, holding a chestnut in its hand.

He guessed that Zhao Zhao might have escaped, but he was not sure. However, the Meteor Ring was destroyed and he could not contact her.

Now he could be sure from Mu Chen's eloquent words, and the heavy stone in his heart fell a little.

However, it would be dangerous for Shen Zhaozhao to stay in the Demon Realm for a moment longer.

Chu Yu didn't want to waste time here with Mu Chen and planned to turn around to look for Shen Zhaozhao. At this moment, an extremely oppressive sound exploded in the void, as if it came from a distance.

"Now that you've returned, why don't you come and see me?"

The moonlight poured through the window lattice, forming a thick fog that wrapped around Chu Yu. In a moment, he was standing next to the Tianfen lava from Mu Chen's bedroom.

Dark purple magma surged in the abyss, and the steaming demonic energy entwined like inky silk. Suddenly, at the most intense part of the lava, it suddenly contracted inward, and the tall figure slowly stood up.

Sparks from the magma scorched the edges of his black robe into tiny golden edges. Chu Yu stood still, lowering his gaze. "Your Majesty."

The Demon Lord's brows were sharp, and he was very satisfied with his obedience. He asked slowly, "Is the mission completed?"

Chu Yu put his fingers together and brushed across the meteor bracelet, taking out the white jade arrow from it.

The white jade arrow was formed by the condensation of three pieces of floating and sinking realm fragments.

The Demon Lord's expression softened slightly: "Where's the Golden Feathered Rainbow Bow?"

Chu Yu's feather-like eyelashes were covered with shadows, and no emotion could be seen: "I haven't got it yet."

The Golden Feathered Rainbow Bow that is heavily guarded by soldiers in the Qingwei Sect is a fake.

A hint of displeasure flashed across the Demon Lord's eyes, and the flowing fire in the magma slowly spread out into a fine glow deep in his pupils.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke, "Since that's the case, well then. The time has come. It's time to infuse you with demonic energy for the final time."