"Master, the five hundred years have expired, please let me go."
Xi Feng knelt and knelt on the ground. His unique voice attracted all the demons in the hall.
"Oh?"
The aloof Demon Lord responded calmly, but those familiar with him knew that the Demon Lord was in a very bad mood and could not help but stand aside.
"What if I don't let you go?"
"Master..." Xifeng raised his eyes, his bright eyes covered with fog, "She is waiting for me."
"Haha, five hundred years to change one day, five hundred years of loneliness are left to her!" The Demon Lord suddenly stood up, raised his hand in the air and held the kneeling person.
"A mere mortal doesn't know what shame is! It was you who asked me to give you the appearance! If you are separated from me, you will return to your original form. By then, not only will you not be a demon, you will not be able to become a mortal!"
"I have no regrets, master. Please keep your promise and let me go."
"Get out!!"