After the Demon Lord went out, he brought back a banshee who couldn't speak as his disciple.

The news quickly spread throughout the city lord's mansion like it had wings, and even went viral among other demons who were not very close to the Demon Lord!

You should know that there has never been an example of the Demon Lord accepting disciples in the Demon World, let alone the banshee who was still taking him!

As soon as this matter reached the ears of those demon generals, the six demon generals who survived under the demon Lord immediately came to the door.

"Accepting an apprentice?" Fusheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his expression quickly returned to calm. "Yes, I have accepted an apprentice."

He knew very well that when he brought Sang Ying back that day, he just told the guards that day that the banshee would follow him in the future.

But Fusheng didn't expect a simple sentence to spread, but in the end he wanted to accept Sang Ying as his disciple.

However, he was not repelled from this result. Even when he heard these demon generals questioning him whether Sang Ying was his disciple, Resurrection even felt a little inexplicable pleasure.

This pleasure made him look much better at these demon generals who had always disliked him.

Hearing Fusheng's affirmative answer, the expressions of the demon generals became even more ugly.

One of the long-horned demon generals even boldly said: "Sir, our demons have always been based on their strength. There is no saying that they accept disciples. You can easily accept an apprentice of unknown origin, and you are also a mute banshee..."

"So what?" Fusheng supported his chin with one hand and quietly waited for the other party's following.

"This is probably not in line with the rules of our demon clan." The long-horned demon general continued to say with considerate consideration.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he kicked his stomach with one foot, kicking the person far away from the house, and finally hitting the bluestone slab in the yard.

"The rules of the demon clan?" Fusheng sneered, "Why are you demon clans like this? What's more, I'm the current Demon Lord, and my words are the rules of the demon clan! There was no such example before, so I will set this precedent in the future. Remember clearly, the banshee Xiaoyao will be my disciple from now on, and will be my only disciple!"

When the word "only" was said, Resurrection suddenly felt relieved, and he had any regrets to be compensated. Because of this pleasure, he no longer continued to attack the demon general who had angered him before.

The demon general struggled to get up from the ground. He didn't dare to refute these words, but just answered a few times.

Seeing this, the other five demon generals knew that they would definitely not be able to change the Demon Lord's idea. They also knew the terrible terror of resurrection and did not dare to speak anymore, for fear that they would follow in the footsteps of the demon general before.

"Yes, everything is followed by the Demon Lord's orders." Everyone bowed their heads obediently.

After the matter was resolved, the demon generals naturally had no reason to stay. Now that the Lilan world has not yet fallen into the hands of the demon world, the six of them still have work to do.

After they retreated, Fusheng's yard could not recover from peace. A figure slowly walked out from behind the screen in the room. She was wrapped in a fragrant wind with her, and she rushed towards Fusheng's face with her a little movement.

This kind of warm fragrance is not something that Fusheng likes. He took a step back secretly, not wanting to get too involved.

"You are now addicted to being a Demon Lord, and you even took a little disciple for yourself?" Qi Yao and Ji Yao walked out in a charming way, wearing a thin red dress, and every time the bells at your feet walked, a slight sound came from.

Fusheng turned his head and avoided her hand that stretched over, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes: "This has nothing to do with you."

He didn't like Qi Yaoji's face. If it weren't for the person arranged by the master for him, he would have killed the person on the first time he saw Qi Yaoji!

Qi Yaoji looked at his face full of resistance and was not angry: "Do you think I want to care about you? I am just reminding you not to forget your identity. It's just a puppet, don't think about things you shouldn't think about. If you delay your master's plan, you know what consequences will be."

The face covered by the mask made people unable to see his expression clearly, and the resurrection voice was still as cold as before: "I have my own sense of responsibility, but you, don't have any thoughts you shouldn't have."

After saying this, Fusheng spoke directly and asked Qi Yaoji to leave.

Qi Yaoji's face was not very good when she was rebelled by General Yijun: "Hmph, I hope you're all right."

She shook her head and left angrily.

When there were finally no outsiders in the yard, Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the backyard where no one dared to enter.

The back garden of the city lord's mansion yard is more delicate than the front yard. It not only planted many precious flowers and trees, but also laid many formations, without giving anyone a chance to escape.

As soon as Fusheng entered the backyard, he saw Sang Ying - oh, no, now he should call her Xiaoyao - practicing swordsmanship.

All the things on her body were taken away, so naturally she didn't even leave the Fuchuan sword. At this moment, she was just pinching a picked branch and waving it seriously.

This scene fell into Fusheng's eyes and made him a little familiar, as if he had seen this scene countless times.

Fusheng did not disturb him. He waited until Xiaoyao stopped himself before calling the other party over: "Xiaoyao, come and let the teacher see."

The girl with round and dull beast ears slowly approached him, but there was a sense of doubt in her eyes, probably thinking about why Fu Sheng called herself "a teacher".

"Xiao Yao, I have decided to accept you as my disciple. Are you happy?" When Fu Sheng asked, there was a hint of nervousness that he didn't notice.

Sang Ying covered the mockery in her eyes, and relied on her voice blocked, she ignored him at all.

But Fusheng didn't care about these things. Even if he couldn't hear his disciple's answer, he could continue to say to himself: "I knew you were willing. Don't worry, Xiaoyao, Master will protect you, Master will teach you everything he learned, if you want to become a new Demon Lord, Master can also help you. No matter what you want, Master will do his best to find you back!"

As Fusheng spoke, he couldn't help but feel excited. It seemed that he had been looking forward to saying these words to Sang Ying.

Unfortunately, Sang Ying had no intention of mercy. She just silently wrote a sentence on the ground with branches: "What if I want to leave, can you satisfy me?"

Fusheng's expression suddenly became cold, and his enthusiasm seemed to have been suddenly poured on a basin of cold water, which even made him feel cold all over his body.

"Do you have to do this?" His voice was filled with coldness again.

Sang Ying wrote silently: "Then the Demon Lord, don't regard himself as a master anymore. I have my own master, but it's not you!"

At this moment, the resurrection anger reached its peak.

"Is that so? Then I'll take a good look at whether your master can find you back!"


Chapter completed!