Born to Disappear

Chapter 70

In the depths of the demon valley, stood a magnificent building that was dominated by black and red. The demonic energy that formed a black fog surrounded the outside, attaching an evil dark image.

The sound of crow wings flapping rang out faintly, while his pair of red eyes were hidden in the hole of a dead tree.

In contrast to the gripping silence outside the building, the spacious hall inside the building was covered in bone-chilling ice-cold air. Four dark-clothed men stood lined up with a straight look at the gray tiles. Every now and then they looked at the man standing on the platform carefully, trying to guess the mood from that cold yet beautiful display.

If he did not know who exactly this man was, he would definitely think that this man was a noble young master in the secular world, or perhaps a certain immortal untouched by mortal dust.

Every time they saw the appearance of that person, they could not help but sigh in admiration. And every time he remembered how the man had climbed the platform reserved for the leader, a chill instantly crawled his back.

The blood of the previous demon leader and the thousands of cultivators who opposed him were spilled by that seemingly harmless hand.

"Your Majesty, the cultivators have been besieging the demon valley for a few days, but have not shown any movement to attack. There's a hidden scheme behind this."

"What do you think should be done?" Yuan Qing who was standing on the platform asked without interest.

"Attacking while the enemy is unprepared is best." The demon cultivator who first opened his voice replied straightforwardly.

"Don't you say there's a hidden scheme? What if those people were waiting for us to make a move and then dealt a fatal blow?" Others deny.

"That's right! Better wait for them to move and turn things around!" Another voice of approval echoed in that vast space.

"We are demon cultivators, what is all that honesty for! It should attack when the enemy is not ready!"

Hearing the understated argument, Yuan Qing looked at the elders of the demon sect boredly. Take one step back, then drop on the leader's seat. He unhurriedly took out a communication token, stroking it several times while the look of his boss turned to worry.

Ever since the siege expedition of the demon valley was encouraged, he was no longer able to contact Hualing. Although he knew clearly the ability of his lover, but Hualing's identity still grew worried.

He really wanted to lung at those cultivators right now, taking his lover among the crowd and putting him in sight.

However, before he could realize his impulsive desire, warmly crept from the object in his hand. Yuan Qing opened his eyes instantly, the communication token that had been silent for several days now shone with a deep crimson. The color was so striking in the dark demon palace, it was so striking that it was able to attract the attention of the four demon elders who were still arguing.

"Ling'er," Yuan Qing greeted with joy, which made the elders look at each other in bewilderment. The two corners of the lips were drawn out forming an arc, while the eyes that were always looking sharp had softened several levels. Leaving a cruel demon impression on the memories of the elders in the middle of the hall.

"Ling'er,"

The four elders shuddered in horror. They were the highest among the demon cultivators, the direct subordinates of His Highness the Demon King. It would be strange if they could not hear the softly spoken name from His Majesty's lips, even more so when the leader of the demon valley did not hold back his voice at all.

"Ling'er,"

The third time they heard the name mentioned, they still shuddered. Certainly not because of the name mentioned, but rather the way the King called the name.

There are complaints, dissatisfaction and a little blame. Like the whining of a love slave that the lover ignores.

"Yuan Qing,"

The four elders this time were shown how quickly the Demon King was able to reverse his expression. The previously soft sharpener instantly hardened.

The name the King mentioned should be the name of a woman, but the voice across was clearly a man.

The four of them looked at each other with a glint of gossip in the eyes. Each of them knew what the other party was thinking without opening their mouths.

Could it be that their King had an unrequited romance story and the other party had chosen another lover, so the girl allowed her man to answer the King's call?