"It's been twenty-five years, has my seat in the comrade not been removed?" Nightingale walked beside the resentful witch, her tone was a little lonely.

"No wonder, the Sea of ​​Death has always been your territory. Of course you have a seat or a special seat that cannot be deprived of." said the resentful Witch.

The Nightingale sighed softly: "Sea of ​​Death..."

How many of her comrades were buried in her hometown?

Heavy footsteps came from the front of the corridor. The witch of the Void Nashin led a group of demon soldiers to escort a special "prisoner" to the meeting site. The moment she saw the Nightingale, she showed a deep expression of thought.

The Dragon Ant Queen, who was still graceful, raised her head and looked at Nightingale, frowned slightly, as if she was thinking about who she was.

The resentful witch explained to Nashin: "The Nightingale is back."

Naxin glanced at them lightly: "I don't have a good memory, I can't remember who this is."

Resentful Witch: "She has a special seat in the tutor. But this is not something that needs to be studied now. Please send the Chief Lord to the venue."

Nasin glanced at Nightingale and led the soldiers to continue to walk towards the venue.

"Naxin hasn't changed at all." Nightingale commented.

"She is a snow demon, and it is normal for her to be indifferent to her feelings." The resentful witch explained.

"The other one is the Dragon Ant Queen? It looks different from her ex." Nightingale commented, talking about the Dragon Ant Queen twenty-five years ago.

"Of course, this person was once a human. Human beings are always too emotional and weak to adapt to life in the demon world." The resentful witch sneered, and unconsciously turned the wedding ring on the ring finger of her left hand, "... Then she can only die."

Nightingale said coldly: "I don't care about her life and death. I'm back just for one thing."

Resentful Witch: "Hmm?"

Nightingale: "Corruption ceremony."

The witch of resentment wrinkled tightly: "It's not that time yet."

Nightingale: "I want to make sure that His Majesty can attend safely. But as far as I know, he is now missing."

The resentful witch was silent for a moment: "We will find him."

Nightingale glanced at her deeply: "Don't do it too much. After all, he is Ning Yu's only son."

This is a warning, but it is a warning that makes the resentful witch secretly happy.

Now, she figured out the purpose of the Nightingale's arrival.

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"Hello, Hello, everyone, long time no see you. Let me introduce this, this is my newly hired succubus teacher, who is proficient in teaching. Do you need to make up for the lessons? We can give a tutoring together. You know, I love to learn more." The disaster demon smiled all the way, and led a tightly wrapped succubus into the venue, and showed off his teaching teacher to everyone.

The demon lords along the way all cast their eyes on him, either confused, envious, or contemptuous.

When the resentful witch brought the nightingale into the venue, this was the scene he saw.

"Your teaching teacher? A succubus?" The resentful witch looked at the succubus under the cloak with her scrutiny eyes. From her perspective, she could only see the mask on his face, which made her feel alert.

The Demon of Disaster put his shoulder on the succubus and smiled happily: "Dear, are you discriminatory? Although the Succubus usually doesn't love learning anything other than steak cooking skills, he is an exception... Oh, my Succubus teacher is a beautiful, good-sounding, knowledgeable, positive and motivated alien. Now I can't live without him every night... Read the hypnosis of the Scriptures to me, which greatly improves my sleep quality."

The demon lords sat on the various seats, staring silently at the black rock platform at the highest point of the magma waterfall.

There, the Black Iron Throne quietly waited for the missing master.

The Demon King of Destruction is not here, but his will is still there - a heavy book floating in the air, exuding a surging power of destruction.

That is the Book of Destruction.

Whenever the meeting begins, it appears in the venue.

It records the names of all members of the clerk and the resolutions of all committee meetings. It is the supreme existence representing the Demon King of Destruction. The demon lords are not even qualified to touch it. Any hand that touches it will burn like a curse.

Only those who can touch it are those who have the source of destruction.

Their king only needs to tear off that page of paper gently, and the resolution will be rejected. He only needs to tear off the signatures of members of the committee on a certain page, and the poor demon lord will be swallowed by the destruction source in an instant.

Life and death are taken away, but that's it.

However, this privilege can only be implemented during meetings.

In contrast, the Demon Destruction prefers to use the holy sword to cut off the demon's head when looking through their test results.

But who would have thought that now, his queen urgently needs this book.

"Did you see it? That's the Book of Destruction." The Demon of Disaster took the Succubus and sat on the platform, pointing his finger at the Book of Destruction in front of the Black Iron Throne.

Qi Leren looked from afar, and the goal was too far away.

The demons were not concerned about the preservation of the Book of Destruction, because any demon who touched the Book of Destruction was seeking destruction. No one had ever considered it, and anyone would have any intention of that book.

But if the Qile people want to rob, it will be self-destruction.

Qi Leren knew his strength. If he really wanted to fight one-on-one, he would have the chance to kill any demon lord present, but the problem was that he had more than one opponent, but nearly three digits!

How can I fight this?!

So he had a desperate snatch from the beginning. In his plan with Nightingale, Nightingale was responsible for helping him contact a demon lord who could cooperate with him.

After some discussion, Qi Leren targeted the disaster demon. The partner he needed should not be too powerful or too unstable, and he should also have enough intelligence and adventurous spirit to be willing to gamble with him.

The Demon of Disaster happens to be a suitable candidate. He knows the current affairs and his status is just right. He is one of the core members of the deputies, has mastered a lot of resources, and can speak well in the deputies, but cannot match the three old witches of despair, resentment and nothingness.

Such people are most willing to take risks.

Aya also mentioned that in recent meetings of the deceased group, the disaster demons are responsible for reciting the scriptures in the last part before the end of the meeting.

He would walk up the lava waterfall, stand near the Book of Destruction, and take the lead in reading the Scriptures to show his loyalty to the Demon King of Destruction.

This is the only chance that Qileren can succeed. Get recommendations from the Demon of Disaster, come to the center of the lava pool, and rush up to grab the book when everyone is not prepared.

As long as the Book of Destruction is obtained, the two and five gangs in the chasing group will never be able to turn over again.

Just as Qi Leren racked his brains to calculate the possible accidents in this operation, some uneasy sounds came not far away.

"Oh, baby, your little mouth is so sweet."

"Sir, don't you want to try this place?"

"Wang..."

Qi Leren turned his head in disbelief. The demon lord sitting next to him was already in a state of inseparable warmth from his two dogs. One was really a dog, but only three heads, and the other was not a real dog. It had hands and feet and could talk, and was not wearing any clothes.

You...I...Damn, this is OK?

Qi Leren knew that these demons didn’t know how to write the word “conformity”, but when they saw it with their own eyes, they were still shocked by their hearts. He didn’t think it was his own problem. Normal people would feel the kind of soul earthquake that doubted life when they saw the person next to them suddenly took off their pants during a meeting.

He couldn't even control the disgusting expression on his face, but fortunately the mask helped him cover it up.

"Are you surprised? But you are much more calmer than Your Majesty. When you first saw this scene, you drew your sword and took off your pants on the spot and executed the lords who took off your pants on the spot. Later we learned our lessons. As long as Your Majesty attends the meeting, we will not bring steak."

The devil of disaster watched the show next door calmly, calm and natural, as if he was just sitting in the restaurant, looking at what good dishes were on the table next door while waiting for the dishes to be served.

When waiting for the dishes, you can see what the people next to you are eating. Of course there is nothing to be ashamed of.

He was furious about this and drew his sword and cut off the heads of the diners in the seat. This was an unreasonable atrocity.

From then on, this "restaurant" could no longer eat, and all diners could only sit on the dining table and curse the boss expressionlessly.

What a suffering in the demon world!

The devil of disaster sucked the goat eye juice in the cup, and sucked the eyeballs inside like pearls, chewing them with a slight grin, he grinned and said with a smile: "Congratulations, you have a new understanding of the ecology of the demon world, Your Majesty the Queen."

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