"I have been pretending to be crazy for fifteen years, and I tore up the seventh "Forbidden Code" in the dark night." The stupidest prince in the Xilan Empire gnawed on an apple and chuckled at the potion bottle swaying in the moonlight.
When Honglian's flaming curls wrapped around his neck, the breath of the ninth-level demon sect exploded under the curse brand.
The human race's temple has laid a dragnet, and the demon race's seal is about to be broken, and the potion master who always feeds him poison as jelly beans is using his blood-stained fingertips to outline the last lines of the thousand-year contract - "Little lunatic, it's time for those who laugh at you to be useless, kneel down and count how many bones you have left." The bloody moonlight soaked in the night of the imperial capital, and the moment the forbidden dark magic tore off the disguise, three marriage contracts suddenly smashed on the desk where he had just broken through to the demon god realm.
