As the sharp voice resounded throughout the priest's hall, the veil on Mo Lian's face was also taken off.

And her next words also reached everyone's ears.

"Because, I am your daughter too!! I am the most supreme princess of the demon clan!!"

The priest's temple fell into a dead silence.

Xue Ji's eyes widened, and her right hand unconsciously clenched the Demon Knife's arm, and even the slender and beautiful nails she had maintained were deeply embedded in the Demon Knife's flesh and blood.

She wanted to curse Mo Lian and talk nonsense, but the words to her mouth were all stuck in her throat because of Mo Lian's face.

Because Mo Lian's face looks very similar to Jun Shitian.

At first glance, it is even more similar to Mu Yan and Jun Shitian.

"Holy Maiden, your face!" The maid who was standing beside Mo Lian was wide-eyed, looked at Mo Lian, and then looked at Jun Shitian, and said excitedly, "You, why do you look so similar to the Demon Lord? Are you really the Demon Lord's daughter?!"

"No wonder, no wonder you never took off your veil even when you were alone. Are you afraid that someone would recognize you as His Royal Highness?"

Mo Lian's eyes were filled with tears at this time.

Her body trembled gently, and the expression on her face was full of grievance, longing, pain, and unwillingness. She stared at Jun Shitian for a moment: "Dad, do you still remember [Lan Ke]? She was born for you and died for you. Where you didn't know, she gave birth to a daughter for you, and that daughter was me."

Jun Shitian narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly: "Are you the daughter of [Lan Ke]?"

"Yes, I am Lan Ke's daughter, and my dad's daughter."

Tears rolled in Mo Lian's eyes, "Dad, do you know how jealous and unwilling I am to see you looking for your sister with great fanfare and sending all the good men in the world to her for her to choose? Why is she so jealous and unwilling to do as a daughter, and she can get your love, so that you can try your best to find and send all the treasures of the world to her, but I have nothing, and you don't even know my existence at all?"

Xue Ji was going crazy when she heard Mo Lian’s words.

Could it be that Mo Lian is really the daughter of the Demon Lord?

It shouldn't be!

Mo Lian is only a hundred years old at most.

A hundred years ago, the Demon Lord was still in the world and was able to lift the [Lovesick Demon Love Curse], how could he give birth to the Mo Lian?!

Is this hypocritical woman making up stories?

As if I guessed Xue Ji's thoughts, Mo Lian continued to swallow even more: "Just because my mother was with you a thousand years ago, and the long years, new people changed to old people, so you forgot her, right? But Dad, do you know that the demon children raised in heaven are difficult to conceive. How much suffering did my mother suffer to make me survive? She exhausted her cultivation and frozen me, so that the demonic energy and spiritual energy in my body can reach a balance. It takes a thousand years to free myself from the ice and start to grow. But my mother also died because of the oil and lights! "

"Dad, when you pamper other women and love your sister, you also thought about how much suffering a female cultivator suffered for you, and how much suffering the child she gave birth to you?!"

Jun Shitian frowned slightly, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

He was about to ask a question, but when he turned around, he saw Mu Yan looking at him thoughtfully... the blood-patterned bell on his chest suddenly stiffened.

The Demon Lord, who has always been cold and does his own way and never dares to explain, suddenly felt a strong desire to survive at this moment, and said in a cold voice: "I don't have, except Ning Yanxin, I have never had a second woman. Yan Yan, you are my only daughter."
Chapter completed!