Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Qin Muyue narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at everyone, with a hint of teasing and amusement in her eyes.

"Yan Shiyin, what you said is really nice." Qin Muyue's voice was light, but it carried a hint of majesty that could not be ignored. "But, I don't remember you. Are you sure I will choose you?"

Yan Shiyin smiled slightly, with a bit of confidence and cunning in his eyes: "Venerable, you have lost your memory, but since I am your fellow disciple, I naturally understand what you want best. If you don't believe me, why not give it a try?"

"No, no one understands my nephew better than me." Xie Yuchen stood up to refute, and he released his pressure against Yan Shiyin.

Qin Muyue raised her eyebrows slightly, and with a glance, she dispelled the pressure from the other party: "Uncle Master, please don't abuse your cultivation, and don't embarrass my nephew's male favorites."

Xie Yuchen's face darkened, he snorted coldly, and ignored everyone else.

"Thank you, Your Excellency." Yan Shiyin's eyes were burning as he thought to himself: Yue'er actually helped me, she has me in her heart!

Qin Muyue smiled slightly, with a bit of provocation in her eyes, "But, I don't want just you."

She swept her eyes over the crowd again, and those who were still waiting to see what was going on could no longer sit still. Zhao Huoling, Nian Naihe, Yue Guanxue, Mo Bingxian... all stood up, their eyes filled with enthusiasm and anticipation.

"Your Excellency, I do!" Zhao Huoling's voice was steady and firm.

"Yue'er, the heaven and earth can witness my feelings for you." Yue Guanxue's eyes were gentle and persistent.

"Yue'er, don't forget me." There was a hint of urgency in Mo Bingxian's tone.

Nian Naihe just stood there quietly, his eyes empty but tender. "Yue'er, I have been waiting for you. Even if I have to be your mistress, I will stay by your side."

Chu He and the others were shocked and could no longer hold back. He walked out and bowed: "Chu He is willing to recommend himself."

He turned away, his pretty face blushing, his voice trembling: "Yue'er... I have your mark on my body... Can you feel it?"

Qin Muyue was slightly stunned, and she scanned the area with her spiritual sense, and found that the location of the mark was very subtle, and her mouth twitched slightly. "Okay, okay... I promise you, don't talk, I'll go pick a few male favorites first."

"Go, brother!" Hua Ling quickly pushed Hua Xinfeng out.

Hua Xinfeng was at a loss, his fox ears were sticking out from the stress, his fox eyes were shining, and he said with a pitiful expression: "Yue'er, do you still remember that I am Hua Xinfeng? I am not like everyone present.

Geigei has the same transcendent status.

He drooped his fox ears, his tall body trembling slightly, and said sincerely, "My fellow geigei... your cultivation is very powerful, but I am willing to humble myself to the dust for you, even if I am a shameful mistress, as long as I can get a little attention from you, I am willing to do it."

As everyone knows, strength is respected in the world of immortal cultivation. Yi Xuanji would be the first one to disagree with someone like Hua Xinfeng who has no background and no strength.

Yi Xuanji, who had given up Buddhism to cultivate Taoism, threw out the Buddhist beads and turned Hua Xinfeng back into his original form of a red-haired fox. He put his hands together and said, "Buddha... Well, on Taoism, everything is up to fate. It's too immoral for Hua Daoyou to be a mistress in human form. Why don't you keep him as a spiritual pet?"

Hua Xinfengqi used his little claws to pull away the Buddhist beads on his body, and cried out in pain to complain to Qin Muyue.

"Hey, you fake Taoist priest!" Hua Chao was unhappy. He drew his sword and wanted to go over, but was held back by Ye Xianqing.

Ye Xianqing stepped forward and bowed: "I am the Immortal Lord Ye Xianqing, I hope that Daoist Ancestor Qin Muyue can accept me."

Seeing that the Immortal Master was so eager to eat gigolo food, Lu Yaoguang became anxious and hurriedly said, "I am Lu Yaoguang, and I recommend myself to be the male concubine of the Venerable!"

Qin Muyue looked at the scene in front of her and couldn't help but feel a little amused. She smiled slightly and said lightly: "Since you are all so enthusiastic, I will fulfill your wish."

She slowly stood up and walked towards the crowd step by step, each step carrying endless majesty and oppression.

Everyone stepped back subconsciously, but did not dare to leave. They could only watch her approach.

"However, I will not choose anyone easily." Qin Muyue's voice was light, but it made everyone's heart rise to their throat.

She walked up to Zhao Huoling and asked softly, "You also have a mark on your body?"

Zhao Huoling's face flushed, his eyes wandered, and his voice was vague: "Yue'er... Let's talk about this in our room later."

Qin Muyue felt numb. She felt like she was a flower thief before she lost her memory. The two marked men present seemed too embarrassed to speak up.

But Luo Hou was so arrogant that he wanted to show the mark on his neck to others.

Luo Hou pulled at his collar for the fifteenth time, slapped the armrest, and shouted, "That's enough!"

Luo Hou's face turned pale. He stood up suddenly and swept his eyes like a knife over everyone, especially those male favorites who volunteered.

There was a hint of anger in his voice: "Enough! Today's event is the wedding of me and Qin Muyue. You ignorant people still want to be jealous in this palace?!"

His aura burst out instantly, and powerful demonic energy swept through the entire hall like a violent storm.

The remaining formations of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace instantly covered the stone walls with blood-colored patterns.

Everyone felt an invisible pressure coming towards them, as if they were tightly restrained by an invisible giant hand, and even breathing became difficult.

"Luo Hou, why are you doing this?" Qin Muyue's voice suddenly sounded. She looked like she was smiling, with a hint of ridicule in her eyes. "It's just choosing a few male favorites, why are you so angry?"

Luo Hou's expression instantly became even uglier. He glared at the men and said with gritted teeth, "You bunch of sluts, I can't do anything to Qin Muyue, but can't I kill you?"

Yun Zhihe smiled slightly, with a bit of provocation in his eyes: "Your Majesty, when have I ever been afraid of your Demon Emperor?"

His words were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly making the atmosphere in the hall even more tense.

The people from the Wanjian Sect and the Wuji Xian Sect had already been furious, and at this moment they were even more murderous, wishing they could tear Luo Hou into pieces immediately.

And those other big figures in the world of immortal cultivation also showed their magic weapons one after another. The demon generals present vowed to defend the Demon Emperor to the death and instantly surrounded the leaders of the world of immortal cultivation.

Qin Muyue passed by all over the world and went to get a glass of wine. She was burdened with bad karma and loved to watch men pulling their hair out.

"You slutty ghost clan member, you're looking for death!" Luo Hou snorted coldly, and his demonic energy instantly burst out, attacking Yun Zhihe directly.

Yun Zhihe smiled slightly, flashed and easily avoided Luo Hou's attack.

Luo Hou's almond-shaped eyes almost spewed out tangible demonic flames. He violently tore off his black wedding gown, revealing a set of demon armor. The demonic energy turned into tangible substance and soared into the sky.

“No one can disturb my bridal chamber today!” He formed seals with his hands, and a torrent of demonic blood like magma gushed out from the ground of the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, instantly engulfing all the immortal cultivators.

Yun Zhihe Mo danced wildly, and as the Emperor's Banner danced, the temperature in the hall suddenly dropped, causing everything to freeze.

He sneered: "How dare you show off your Blood Demonic Skills in front of an expert?" He paused, and spider-web-like ice crystals cracked on the ground, freezing the demonic blood into dark red icicles.

Xie Yuchen shouted loudly, and the sword energy behind him condensed into the two words "Kill the Demon". The sword light cut through the blood waves like rain, but he was shocked to see that the demon blood squirmed strangely at the moment of separation, and turned into countless demonized bats that pounced on the people of Wuji Xianzong.

Yue Guanxue plucked the strings of his zither, and the sound waves suddenly exploded. The sound of the zither turned into a physical sound blade that shredded the bat into pieces. However, Mo Bingxian had already rushed to Luo Hou's side like a ghost, and tapped his Tanzhong point with his bamboo flute.

"Despicable villain!" Luo Hou grabbed the bamboo flute with his backhand, digging his nails deeply into Mo Bingxian's wrist bone, only to see the other party sneer, and the flute fired a sea-burning fire at his head.

Luo Hou groaned and raised his head to avoid the attack. His demonic energy surged, and he did a backflip to distance himself from the three people and urgently joined Ji Du.

Qin Muyue found a corner to sit down in the melee, took a sip of wine, and fell asleep peacefully.

When Yan Shiyin turned around, he found that Qin Muyue dared to drink. He felt helpless. Junior Sister Qin really had lost her memory and didn't even remember that she fell down after drinking.

He turned around and looked across the messy hall. The broken glazed tiles were glowing strangely under the bloody moonlight. The entire Hall of Ten Thousand Demons was shaking in the spiritual power and demonic energy, but the furnishings and walls were motionless under the protection of the formation. Only the roof was still chilly. Qin Muyue's attack was actually more powerful than anyone else present.

In the melee, Hua Xinfeng turned back into human form, with Buddhist beads still stained on his hair. He pulled Chu He's sleeve and wailed, "Brother, save me! That fake Taoist priest said he would shave my head!"

Chu He kicked him away with a dark face, but Nian Naihe suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "Yue'er needs an interesting soul. A rough man like you is not worthy of her."

Nian Naihe's empty golden pupils suddenly flashed with a strange color, and his Shenhui sword suddenly wrapped around Chu He's slender waist.

Chu He gnashed his teeth and said, "You are such a good Imperial Master, you actually took advantage of the chaos to attack me!"

Nian Naihe said in a teaching tone: "Zi Ri: Pick the softest persimmons to squeeze."