Demon King Fanxing

As soon as he entered the River of Forgetfulness, there was no news for three thousand years, so he waited for him to live up to his three thousand years in this life. But he came back dressed in red, full of resentment and misunderstanding. "Lord Demon Lord, I am just a lonely soul, and I dare not do you any favors." Fanxing was stunned, he didn't know if he disliked himself now or as a demon king. "No matter what you have experienced, it is over now. As long as I am here from now on, I can give you whatever you want." Feng hope smiled coldly and said: "If I want to become the supreme master of the demon world, what should the demon master do?" Fanxing smiled, held up the magic flute with both hands, and said, "I am willing to be your subject!"