【Chuhuang & Emperor's Crown】

In ancient times, before the war between gods and demons began, everything was peaceful and peaceful.

The Phoenix Clan lives in the Indus God Realm in the south.

A true phoenix divine blood, with bright eyebrows and clear eyes.

When Chuhuang's mother combed her hair, she told her: "In a few years, when the young prince of the Qilin God Clan reaches adulthood, Huang'er will have to go to the Qilin God Clan for marriage."

Chuhuang didn't want to get married. She didn't like the Qilin tribe who had simple minds and well-developed limbs.

The Qilin clan is unruly and rude, and Chu Huang, the little prince of the Qilin tribe, has seen her, and she is already a slim girl. However, the little prince's original Qilin body is like a little milk dog, trying to push into her arms, it is very long

For a while, she had a psychological shadow over the little cub lying on all fours.

Chuhuang couldn't imagine what kind of life she would live after marrying that baby.

Chuhuang rejected this marriage many times, but was refuted by the Phoenix clan. In Chuhuang's heart, the life of the Phoenix clan was like a pool of stagnant water. Each generation of emperors worked hard to continue their own bloodline, like a person without emotions.

Chuhuang didn't understand. Is it really interesting that a god's life is so rigid?

The Phoenix tribe lives in hiding from the outside world. There is a barrier around the monument, and the tribe is not allowed to go out.

When Chuhuang met Mian, he collapsed at the boundary of the Wutong Mirror.

The man's eyebrows are as sharp as a knife, sharp and handsome.

The first thing she noticed at first sight was not his appearance, but she secretly rejoiced: "Great, now there is a way out."

Chuhuang formed a seal with his hands, and the rope formed pulled the person in.

This process was arduous, and the man's handsome face rubbed against the ground repeatedly.

"Don't blame me, I have no choice but to do it."

The man's handsome face was facing down, and where she couldn't see it, the veins on his forehead were twitching fiercely.

Looking closer, Chuhuang discovered that he was also a Protoss, but very thin. It was rare for the Protoss to see such a thin child, with whip marks all over his body and a terrifying palm mark on his chest.

Taking advantage of his bloodletting, she frowned for a while and sighed: "It's so miserable, forget it, I'm unlucky and I owe you."

He was injured so badly that his spirit almost completely disappeared.

Chuhuang took good care of him for a year, so long that she almost regarded him as a potted flower that she raised, and this potted flower may never bloom.

Finally, one morning, the man woke up.

Chuhuang walked in as usual and unexpectedly saw a pair of eyes staring at her.

Completely different from his appearance and temperament, the man has a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes, with the corners of his eyes slightly upward, giving him a somewhat sentimental charm.

He leaned in front of him, curled his lips and smiled, his slightly hoarse voice was very attractive: "I recognize you, you saved me."

That was their first meeting. He didn't look like a god, but like a male vixen.

Many years later, when Chuhuang recalled that smile, he could still think of his own loss of consciousness.

What does she like? She likes the unruliness and freedom in this world, and she likes the part passion, part joking, and fourth part coolness in his eyebrows.

How could someone have the appearance that she likes so perfectly?

So bold and bright, Di Ji, who was in the rebellious stage, held his face and said: "Hey, how about being my male favorite?"

After hearing this, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "Okay, my name is Mian."

The crown didn't look like this at first.

He was born in an ancient land of monsters and demons, and devoured countless ancient demons before eventually becoming the Demon King.

Most of the ancient demon bodies were ugly, just like the baby. The baby in ancient times had no hair, a bulging scalp, white and dry lips, and long fangs.

At first, Mian was a chaotic mess of flesh. His appearance was ugly and ferocious, making people frightened.

Everyone who followed the Demon God wanted to have a big fight, so Mian was naturally not surprised.

The living environment of monsters is not good. Even ancient monsters are not worshiped by mortals.

Wherever the drought demon appears, there will be drought in the human world and no grass will grow. Wherever the mian appears, there will be heavy rain and earthquakes in the human world.

After killing many ancient gods and forcing them to condense soul-destroying tears, Mian received another mission.

The Demon God said: "We need a new way of heaven, but the opportunities that can be opened are far from enough. I want you to go deep into the Phoenix Clan and get the Red Feather Divine Fire."

Mian's voice was gloomy and unpleasant: "How to get it?"

"The opportunity lies with Chuhuang, the only empress of the Phoenix God Clan."

The devil does not understand love, and treats love as a dispensable thing, a tool to use people.

At that time, Mian didn't understand love. He wanted supreme power and belonged to the world of demons, so he agreed.

The Phoenix God Clan is notoriously isolated from the world and extremely difficult to enter.

According to the information collected by his subordinates, he spent two hundred years melting his voice to change his voice. He also spent eight hundred years tempering his body, fading away from his ferocious and terrifying demonic body, and transformed into another handsome and unparalleled amorous appearance.

The essence of another god, used to hide his own aura.

Mian suppressed his own cultivation and deliberately injured himself seriously. As he expected, he successfully entered the Wutong God Realm.

No one in the world knows that he was born to suit Chuhuang's preferences.

So Mian was not surprised that she fell in love with him.

But he never expected that this empress would be so courageous and want him to be her male favorite.

She is really just a male favorite with no status.

Mian smiled, her fist already hardened. The little girl with a peach-like face in front of her probably didn't know that he was senior enough to be her father.

If the Phoenix clan knew that a demon king of his level had sneaked in, the old Phoenix would have to stand up with beautiful feathers.

But this little phoenix is ​​really not afraid of death.

She asked Mian to wear a peach-colored dress, lay on his lap, and let him play music to her.

Di Ji Chi was wearing a pair of naked jade feet with bells tied on them. The jade feet were tender and tender, and so cute that Mian looked at them several times and then looked away.

He stroked her hair and asked maliciously: "Di Ji will marry the young prince Qilin in the future. Aren't you afraid of being punished for hanging out with me like this?"

Chuhuang nodded: "I'm afraid, but rather than being punished, I don't want to be a caged bird all my life. I'm not suitable for the little prince. The little prince thinks I'm not a good woman. It would be best if the two parties just break off the engagement, or the Phoenix clan

It wouldn’t be bad if I kicked him out.”

She rested her arms comfortably and looked at the sycamore forest above: "Is the continuation of God's bloodline really that important? Binding two people together regardless of their wishes?"

"Mian is just a low-level protoss, and I don't dare to comment on Emperor Ji's opinion." Mian said with a smile.

She rolled her eyes, sat up with a smile, and pinched his chin: "My little boy, it's okay, you are really self-aware."

His smile froze for a second, then he gritted his teeth and said, "Di Ji is right."

Mian often wanted to strangle her to death.

She encouraged him: "Little protoss, do you know how to cook? You can make one of those earthly pastries for me to try."

"Won't."

"If you don't know how, just learn how to be a man's favorite!"

"..."

"Little gods, they are singing songs, babbling like that."

"Won't."

"I'll give you a magical illusion with a water mirror. You can imitate it and come here."

Mian felt that one day he would fail his mission, and the reason for his failure was to strangle the Phoenix clan empress to death.

He had to wash her clothes, wash her feet, and tell her stories.

When he gritted his teeth and learned to sing, the night when Di Ji laughed a hundred times across from him, he finally truly became her "male favorite" and slept with her all night.

Mian was so proud that he wished he could kill her in this regard.

She just looked at him with a smile, touched his ear, and whispered in his ear: "Little protoss, what do you want to do when you come to me? Do you want the blood of Phoenix?"

The painstaking efforts of the Phoenix body can help lower-level gods cleanse their marrow and become talented high-level gods. Unfortunately, the Phoenix who has lost his painstaking efforts will no longer be diligent in his cultivation in this life.

Mian was shocked, narrowed her peach blossom eyes, and said with a smile: "If I want it, will Di Ji give it to me?"

Chuhuang held up her chin, tilted her head to look at him, and said: "Here, I will give you my blood, so I won't be able to be the Phoenix clan's empress. Then we will get a beating together, but don't worry, since it's me

If I drag you down, you are just a little boy's favorite, I will protect you. I will carry it for you."

"It's just that you may be kicked out of the Phoenix Clan and become two ordinary gods. Without being protected by the family, you can freely go anywhere in the six realms. Are you willing?"

Mian was stunned. For a moment, he was confused by the clean and pious eyes in front of him, thinking that he was really a little god who wanted her divine blood.

He was in a complicated mood, nodded and said, "Okay."

Chuhuang's eyes lit up, and her brows curled up: "That one glance will determine it. After my mother's birthday, I will give you the divine blood, and we will go together to see the mountains and rivers in your story."

It's a pity that Mian knew that Xiao Diji couldn't wait for this day.
To be continued...