Han Jiaming gently stroked her long hair, and said softly: "Yan Fei, you go back first, otherwise your brother will come out to look for it."
Shi Yanfei reluctantly parted from him, seeing that Han Jiaming did not enter the door, but looked at herself with affectionate eyes.
Only then hurried away contentedly.
When Shi Yanfei's figure disappeared to the end, Han Jiaming curled his lips and gave a low laugh.
There is no such kind of affection in this laughter, and only contemptuous mockery remains.
Suddenly, there was a dark red light on his waist.
Han Jiaming's expression changed, and he quickly looked around, and after making sure that no one had noticed it, he stretched out his hand and gently touched his waist.
"The Qianyuan barrier will be opened soon, what should we contact at this time?"
There was a casual voice from a man on the opposite side: "The Demon Palace is all set up here, so don't make any mistakes. If you fail to become a demon princess and destroy the master's plan, you should know the consequences. "
A confident smile appeared on Han Jiaming's face, "When will I miss the task assigned to me by the master? Okay, is there anything else?"
"Heh... But there is a piece of news. If you don't know, then your mission will definitely fail this time."
"what news?"
"It's about the true identity of the Mozu princess. Her name is Jun Muyan, perhaps the descendant of the God Music Master."
Han Jiaming's pupils shrank suddenly, and his fingers suddenly clenched into fists.
That face that was originally handsome and gentle, but rather like a jade, twisted into a terrifying ghost in an instant.
He opened his mouth and was about to speak, when he heard a rapid voice from the opposite side: "The Qianyuan barrier will be opened soon."
"Remember, you must get the Demon Princess!"
"Even if you can't get her heart, you have to get her people!"
"This is essential to the master's plan."
"If there is a difference, you and I will die without a place to be buried!"
boom--!!
Almost at the same time when the voice in Han Jiaming's ear disappeared, a red light rose into the sky.
Then countless demon soldiers will file out under the leadership of demon general Tianhe and Jiu Tong, standing on both sides of Qianyuan.
Tianhe staggered forward, and said casually: "The Heavenly Charm Banquet is about to begin. Please go into the abyss and pay homage to the Demon Lord and the Princess!"
His tone was suspenseful, but the sound that was neither light nor heavy came into the ears of every spiritual practitioner for hundreds of miles around.
"The way to enter Qianyuan is very simple. You only need to inject your divine consciousness into the jade slip, and people within ten feet of the surrounding will be teleported into the Tianmei Banquet venue. Everyone please!"
Han Jiaming didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly entered the palace.
As the sects and families activate invitations one after another to enter the Qianyuan, there are fewer and fewer Xumi mustard buildings around.
Until the last one is not left.
Tianhe looked at the empty Qianyuan, his face suddenly darkened.
"Damn Jiyu, damn Emperor Mingjue, received the invitation but didn't come to the Tianmei Banquet, what does it mean?!"
"Hehe, even with this attitude, I still want to marry our princess, dreaming!"
Jiu Tong didn't speak, but after using his spiritual sense to detect that there was indeed no person in the extreme region around him, he couldn't help frowning.
"Let's go back to Demon Lord!"
If the Emperor of the Extreme Realm really didn't accept the invitation, it would be tantamount to hitting the demon in the face again.
This hatred can't be done casually.