This sudden scene surpassed everyone's imagination.
Tiger poison still doesn't eat seeds!
No one could imagine that the Demon Wolf King did not deal with Ye Fan's enemy, but killed his relatives righteously and smashed the body of his own son.
For a while, the audience was silent, the needle drop was audible, and the air was filled with a strange atmosphere.
All the demon races present were dumbfounded, stunned, unable to describe their feelings in words.
what on earth is it?
Could it be that the Demon Wolf King was poisoned? Still got crazy?
"Father!!!"
Suddenly, Little Wolf King let out an incredible roar: "You...what are you doing?!"
You know, for the Yaozu, even if the head still exists, but the body is gone, hope is completely lost.
Although it is possible to connect his head to other wolf monsters, it is only a stopgap measure, at best it can only be regarded as lingering, unable to restore strength at all.
The actions of the Demon Wolf King were equivalent to completely stifling all the hopes of the Little Wolf King.
Suddenly, the Demon Wolf King leaned down and picked up the little wolf king's head. Then the wolf claws slammed into the little wolf king's face, and the red blood gurgled out.
"Ah!"
Little Wolf King couldn't help but screamed again.
However, the Demon Wolf King's face showed a "kind" smile, and he asked in an almost gentle tone:
"Does it hurt?"
That gentle tone, and the arrogant movement, formed a sharp contrast, it was creepy.
"No...no pain..."
Little Wolf King said tremblingly, facing his father, he did not dare to have any dissatisfaction.
"Stab!"
The Demon Wolf King's fingers continued to press hard, almost completely inserted into the little wolf king's cheek.
"I ask you again, does it hurt?"
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It hurts me! Father, stop!" The little wolf king's face was pale with pain, he only felt that his head was about to be crushed.
"Haha..." The Demon Wolf King smiled strangely, and said: "It hurts, this king wants you to remember this painful feeling forever! Goshawk fights rabbits with all your strength! This king has been in the ruins for thousands of years, regardless of face For what kind of opponents, I have gone all out and have never slackened! But you are good, you are a fledgling, and you dare to underestimate the enemy's strength. Fortunately, today is at Ten Thousand Wolf Fort, you can get your life back. Otherwise you would have died long ago!"
"Father... Father, I know I was wrong, I will never underestimate the enemy again next time!" Little Wolf King looked regretful.
"Know your mistake? No! You still don't know where is wrong!"
The Demon Wolf King shook his head, his eyes were suddenly as sharp as a knife, and he looked at the Little Wolf King and continued:
"It's not wrong for you to underestimate the enemy! It's not wrong for you to sneak attack with the Blood Transforming Needle! Your biggest mistake is to lose! As the successor to the King, you cannot tolerate failure, because once you lose, you are not worthy of being called King!"
"This king has never been defeated in the ruins. All my enemies have fallen under my feet!
"In this world, if you want others to be afraid of you, just relying on your mouth and reputation is not enough. You can only be stronger, more ruthless, and more vicious than others, and you can win the country and majestic the world with repeated victories!"
"And once you fail, all the prestige established before will be destroyed, no matter who it is, you can step on your feet!"
"Now, do you understand this truth?"
...
At this moment, the little wolf king gritted his teeth and was speechless in pain, but he kept nodding his head.
"Okay! Now that you understand this, the king will send you on the road!" The Demon Wolf King's tone was flat, and there was no change in expression on his face.
But when he heard this, the little wolf king's pupils shrank sharply, and he noticed a breath of death close at hand. He could feel that his father was definitely not joking, but really wanted to kill him.
In an instant, countless negative emotions flooded my heart, shock, fear, horror, despair...
"Father! I'm your son!!!" The little wolf king screamed with all his strength, and asked the last question.
The Demon Wolf King's eyes were cold, cruel, and ruthless, and he said coldly: "From the moment you fail, you are not worthy to be the son of this king, and this king will not let your defeat and shame affect the face of the entire wolf clan. ! So, just use your blood to wash it away!"
After speaking, the Demon Wolf King did not hesitate, and squeezed his five fingers fiercely.
"boom!"
Little Wolf King's head was like a watermelon being smashed on the ground, bursting open instantly, blood mixed with his brain and flying.
A generation of Demon Race Tianjiao has fallen, and those who die can no longer die.
At the same time, the Demon Wolf King, who killed his son with his own hands, was covered in blood and slowly turned around, without any grief of losing his son on his face.
"Sorry, everyone laughed!"
The Demon Wolf King looked at the other monster races and said, his tone was calm as water.
Hearing these words, all the demon races present couldn't help but shudder. They only felt a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to the heavenly spirit cover, as if they were about to freeze the blood and soul together.
Each of the seven demon kings has different characteristics.
Fortune Wing King is domineering, Tianhu King beauty and wisdom coexist, Peacock King is arrogant and does not put any opponent in the eyes...
The Demon Wolf King is known for his "heart cruelty".
However, before that, many monster races were just hearsay.
It wasn't until this moment that they truly realized the cruelty of the Demon Wolf King, so terrifying that they could kill their loved ones.
A Demon King who can kill even his own son, is there anything he can't do?
In this way, when Ye Fan cut off the head of the little wolf king, the reason why the devil wolf king blocked it was not to save the little wolf king.
He didn't care about Little Wolf King's life, but his face.
...
Immediately afterwards, the Demon Wolf King seemed as if nothing had happened. He glanced at the audience and said, "Everyone, go back to the hall with this king, the birthday banquet has just begun!"
Hearing this, the many monster races present did not dare to resist, and immediately followed the Demon Wolf King back to the hall.
All kinds of wine and delicacies were presented.
Although there are many ancient treasures in the ruins, the material is extremely scarce. The food that is rare and ordinary in the eyes of outside monks is worth a lot of money here, and it needs to rely on caravans to travel through mountains and rivers to bring them in.
For this birthday banquet, the Demon Wolf King can also be regarded as paying his blood.
However, in the face of so many delicious foods, many monster races have no appetite, and the scene of the Fang Cai Devil Wolf King's righteous killing of relatives and merciless killing of children is always reverberated in their minds.
Perceiving that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit deserted, the Demon Wolf King raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "What? Are you not satisfied with the food? Or do you have any opinions on this king?"
"Don't dare!"
"Ahem...We are so happy, we are too excited to eat!"
"Yes, yes!"
Those monster races all nodded and bowed, squeezing out a smile that was uglier than crying.
The Demon Wolf King nodded and said lightly: "Don't be so nervous, after all, this king is not a demon!"
Hearing this, the monster races became even more panicked, standing in place one by one, not even daring to get out of the air.
"Since you don’t want to eat, then this banquet can be withdrawn! Oh, yes, you all come to my Wanlang Fort from thousands of miles, and you don’t have to rush to go, just stay here these few days. Let this king make good use of the landlord friendship!"
The Demon Wolf King stood up and walked away.
It wasn't until he walked far that the many monster races in the field let out a sigh of relief, and the huge boulder on his chest finally disappeared.
At this time, the ancestor of the hogman quietly transmitted a message to Ye Fan: "Master, what should we do next, secretly follow up and kill the Demon Wolf King?"
The ancestors of the hungry people thought that they were not far from the devil wolf king. If Ye Fan, the old prince and four other masters were added to set up an ambush, they could subdue the devil wolf king in an instant, without knowing it.
"Not urgent!"
Ye Fan shook his head and said, "This Demon Wolf King is a ruthless character! The little wolf king just lost to me, and he will kill his relatives righteously, so his hatred for me will not be washed away by the water of Tianhe. Although he didn't make a move in the public, but still my judgment, he will never let it go! Let's stay here for the time being, in order not to change, see what tricks this old wolf wants to play!"
"Yes!"
The ancestor of the hogman nodded, not worried about Ye Fan's safety.
In his eyes, Ye Fan was young, but his strength was astonishing, unbelievable, let alone in the ruins, the entire Big Dipper galaxy was rare in existence.
He didn't know that it was not Ye Fan's own power, but borrowed from Wei Lao.
...
Next, the demons who came to celebrate their birthdays dispersed one after another, and went to stay under the leadership of many wolf demons.
Although Wanlangbao is located on the top of the mountain, it is also very vast, not to mention hundreds of demon races, even if it can accommodate tens of thousands.
The ancestor of the pigeon had the highest status and was taken into a resplendent palace.
As for Ye Fan, he was taken into a bungalow. Although it was ordinary, it had an area of hundreds of square meters.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the limp, closed his eyes, and began to practice.
One hour, two hours...
Time passed by, and there was no movement.
The red sun is sinking, the night falls, and the darkness spills on the earth. The night in the ruins is extremely lonely. Even the strong do not dare to move easily in the dark, for fear of something dirty.
"Stick!" "Stick!" "Stick!"
Suddenly, there was a gentle sound of footsteps outside the house. Although it was very slight, it still could not escape the capture of Ye Fan's consciousness.
Then, a delicate voice came from outside:
"My son, can you open the door for a gathering?"
Soon, a refreshing fragrance came in from the crack of the door, and the room was fragrant.
The visitor was not the Demon Wolf King, but the saint of the fox family, Hu Xiangxiang.
Ye Fan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that this famous "Ten Beauty in the Deserted Ruins" would come to visit suddenly.
I had nothing to do with her before, and I didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend.
After pondering for a moment, he said: "Miss Xiangxiang, come in, the door is open!"
"Crunch!"
At the next moment, the door of the house was pushed open, and a figure of the country and heaven walked in.
Looking into the distance, she saw her delicate skin, crystal clear snowy jade skin, shimmering with a halo like suet jade, and a pair of ecstatic peach eyes, looking forward to the beauty and beauty. Most women saw her, I'm afraid Will give birth to a trace of self-defeating feeling!
Moreover, she also changed her clothes, which was more intimate than the previous one, somewhat similar to the Chinese cheongsam, which perfectly outlined the proud curve.
This clothes is very picky about the master's figure. If it is worn by a vulgar and vulgar fan, it will only look nondescript and add a bit of dust, like a warrior on the street.
But when worn on Hu Xiangxiang's body, she perfectly presented the unique beauty of women, which made her eyes bright, and she couldn't look away at all, and she wanted to kneel under her skirt.
Even Ye Fan was lost for a moment, but soon, he withdrew his gaze, recovered his calm, and asked indifferently: "Miss Xiangxiang, what do you want me to do at this late hour?"
"My son, isn't there anything I can't find you?"
Hu Xiangxiang blinked his big watery eyes, pursed her charming vermilion lips, deliberately showing a pitiful expression, her slender waist twisted like a weak willow, and the nine snow-white foxtails also swayed left and right.
Even if she knew that she was naturally charming and good at charm, Ye Fan couldn't help but feel stunned when she saw the beauty of this world.
The next moment, under Ye Fan's incredible gaze, Hu Xiangxiang moved his lotus steps lightly, carrying a gust of fragrant breeze, and the tender body of nephrite jade took the initiative to pounce on Ye Fan's arms.
