Chapter 4315: , Mozu

The figure standing in midair slowly turned around.
Unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar smiles!
Not Chen Ping!
"Beauty, don't look at me like this, don't you think I'm handsome!"
Hei Feng showed an evil smile, and he used the evil spirit of the demons perfectly.
Luo Luo looked at him, always felt he was familiar, but he felt so strange.
"Who are you?"
In Luo Luo's heart, there was expectation and a trace of desire.
"This seat is the big disciple under the seat of the Demon God, Hei Feng!"
Hei Feng, what a strange name, but people familiar with Chen Ping know that the giant sword he uses is called Hei Feng. Is this a coincidence?
"Black Front!"
Luo Luo looked at him, and there were countless thoughts about this name and this person in his heart. Apart from this name, he still had a familiar feeling. He didn't look like that person at all.
This is not him!
There are many people who think the same way as Luo Luo. They all recognize Chen Ping. He has many habits that cannot be changed!
Moreover, this person is a Demon Race, and many powerful people around have seen it, and it is certain that this is a Demon Race monk, not Chen Ping.
He still didn't come back!
But a demon monk, he was not afraid of thunder robbery, but he was able to resist thunder robbery. In the end, he shouted and shook the thundercloud.
How similar is this to Chen Ping!
Could it be that the Demon Race, there can still be a genius evildoer who can resist thunder and calamity?
Just like Chen Ping!
Demon Lord looked at the black forward in mid-air, laughed loudly, and said to Xiong Chongyan beside him: "Bitch, are you disappointed? It's not him, he won't come!"
The black front in midair looked at Demon Venerable with a stern look, and at the same time, his figure disappeared in midair.
When he appeared, he had already reached the side of Demon Venerable.
"His Royal Highness, be careful!"
A monk reminded the devil, but he was still a step too late!
Hei Feng snatched Xiong Chongyan from his hand, and gave him a vicious kick.
"In my life, the most annoying thing is a man who bullies a woman, you are worthy of being a man for a trash like you!"
The black front's icy voice pierced deeply into the heart of Demon Lord.
It doesn't matter if he is insulted by Chen Ping, a demon, what right does he have to show off his might in the place of the human race.
"Kill him, what are you looking at doing, kill him for me!"
The demon screamed, he was going to kill the demon who insulted him, and then snatched Xiong Chongyan back.
However, no one paid attention to his roar this time, and even the dead man in his Prince's Mansion did not move.
Wang Zhonglei shook his head and sighed. The Eighth Prince was not like this before. Since the incident in the landscape, his character has changed and he has completely become another person. His spirit is no longer complete.
"enough!"
Wang Zhonglei gave a soft drink, and the voice was directly transmitted to the soul of the demon lord. His irritable mood and chaotic thoughts seemed to suddenly regained his clarity. He looked around blankly, as if he didn't know what had happened just now. .
Until she saw Xiong Chongyan in Hei Feng's hands!
"Sisi, come here!"
Xiong Chongyan looked at Demon Venerable. This man was hateful, but also very pitiful. His soul had such a big problem that he hadn't noticed it.
Xiong Chongyan's smart eyes were on the body of the demon monk who was hugging him.
That familiar feeling is not fake!
"Are you a demon?"
Xiong Chongyan's question is very strange. Hei Feng showed her a weird expression and said: "Yes, you are not afraid, I took you back and became the Madam of the Demon Race."