Demon Wang's Golden Favorite Fei 소설 & 이야기

“YOU SUMMONED ME." I froze, my words dying in my throat as I slowly looked up. My eyes widened at the towering figure before me–skin red as coal and burning with fire that radiated heat even from afar. Seated atop a jagged obsidian throne that hadn't been there moments ago, was Thrakos. The Demon King leaned back, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning down at me with a slow, cruel smile.

Rain opened the huge mahogany doors with all her strength and in stepped my grandmother, Cecelia Von Speltsper. Lady Cecelia, or grapy, as I liked to call my grandmother, was the woman who found me. She said she had been out riding when a ray of light fell from the sky and there I was. I don’t know if that story was true or if it was made up to cover my origin as a hybrid, but she was the one who discovered I had the mark of a phoenix on my back and that I was to be the next Demon King. Lady Cecelia was King at the time and none of her five sons and two daughters had the mark.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

Shu Gui Fei's character was more cheerful and lively which makes her suitable to be the in-charge for hou gong’s entertainments and banquets. The taijian outside Zhong Jing hall made an announcement of Duan Qin Wang’s arrival. The palace maids and taijian serving inside the main room silently kneel and bow their heads lower towards the door. The moment Li Fei Long stepped inside, Jing Gui Fei’s smile bloomed like flowers in spring. The only son that she was proud of appeared so handsome in her eyes. Li Fei Long got his mother’s hawk-eyed observing skill. His well-built body came from his family's genes. Li Fei Long was famous for being the most strict and serious character among the qin wang

Yang Feng just wanted to make use of them and take revenge on Caspian. Mo Feifei was anxious and subconsciously glanced at Caspian. Seeing that Caspian did not say a word, Mo Feifei suddenly felt relieved for some reason. As long as Caspian was here, there might be a chance to fight back! "Yang Feng, bring them here," one of the seven people from the Heavenly Mystery Sect said. "Yes!" Yang Feng answered, and then tied up Caspian and the others with his magic treasures, as if he was leading the prisoners to the street to show off, and slowly brought them back to the place where they found the demon python before.

From the edge of the hall, Rowan watched in silence, his expression tense rather than relieved, because he understood what she was only beginning to grasp. The Demon King did not protect fragile things. He protected what he believed belonged to him.

After they left, Qin Haodong opened the door and walked into Fatty Wang's room. Fatty Wang, who was roaring and wielding the knife, slashed toward the door when it was opened. Qin Haodong reached out his hand and brought appear of the mirror of Yin-Yang, which he had learned well how to use. He held the mirror with its yin side facing Fatty Wang and shouted, "Come out, you devil." A golden light flashed out from the mirror and disappeared into between Fatty Wang's eyebrows. Fatty Wang was frozen like a statue, and black mist rose from the top of his head and transformed into a woman covered in red.

Phantom stopped him with his hand, then lowered his head and whispered to the old man, "Especially a great demon king like you." “The place where desire arises is where greed arises. We're all demons that absorb spiritual energies like this to survive, aren't we? Phantom, you are the person I respect the most in ten thousand years, and also the most powerful female demon king of the seven great demon kings. Do you still expect that Leo to marry you?” “Don't use those words to insult me, sir. I won't be swayed by those cheap words." Phantom smiled smugly, looking away so as not to focus on the old man.

Du Yue-Ying was Heavenly-Flower Palace’s priestess and Bao Fei-Yun’s master. Believing that no man would be worthy for her master, Du Yue-Ying. Unless that man could beat her in a fair dual. Proudly as she made a bet with Yang Wenguang, “If you can beat me in a hand-to-hand combat. Not only will I return the stuff I stole, but I will be willing to become your concubine to serve you and my master for the rest of my life.”