Yang Ming looked at Shenyue. He really didn't expect that the demon clan would actually have such a thing, but that's it.

Usually this kind of thing is really a shame and a great humiliation for a race. How can such safety be worn out?

Yang Ming was so lost in thought that he forgot about Shen Yue who was already ready to move across from him.

The two people were standing in the hall of the palace at this time. The people around them had already left quickly, leaving only Shen Yue and Yang Ming.

After spending such a period of time with Yang Ming, Shen Yue had already figured out Yang Ming's temperament. Whenever someone said something soft, Yang Ming would hesitate, and this was the best time for him to take action.

He clenched his fist, looked at Yang Ming who was in a daze, and struck him without thinking.

The strong palm hit his chest, and he quickly took a few steps back. He turned around and looked at him in disbelief that he was attacking at this time.

"What are you doing? I thought you would change your ways, but I didn't expect you were just looking for an opportunity to strike." Yang Ming said, the slap hit him hard, and his chest felt a dull pain after the slap.

"Reform? I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I change my ways? It's you. Whether you can leave here today depends on your ability." Shen Yue said, looking at him with a hint of mockery.

Ever since the day Yang Ming said he wanted to return to the Demon Clan, he had been planning how to kill the Demon Emperor and usurp the throne all the time.

Originally, he thought that it was all over, but he didn't expect that Shen Qi was actually revived again. This was really a mistake on his part, but so what? Even if he was resurrected, the result would still be the same no matter how many times.

"Sure enough, people like you don't deserve to be forgiven." Yang Ming raised his hand and covered his chest, blaming him for being too soft-hearted. He immediately believed what he said, so that he took advantage of him.

"Come on, let me see what you do next." After saying this, Shen Yue quickly attacked him again.

This time he was prepared and dodged his palm. The two people were soon torn together, and it was difficult to tell the difference for a while.

But as time went by, Yang Ming felt that he was no longer capable of dealing with him.

At this time, Shen Yue raised his foot and kicked him. Just when he was about to take the move, he found that he had taken his foot back, and then slapped him on the chest with a palm.

Another palm hit his chest. This palm used all the strength in Shen Yue's body, so that he fell to the ground immediately, and the sweet and fishy taste instantly surged up from his throat.

"Accept your fate, you are no match for me." Shen Yue said, "Someone will put him in the dungeon. From now on, you can only stay here. Don't even think about escaping." Not only that, come on.

The person who saves you will also die because of you.

After Shen Yue said this, the demon soldiers came up, pressed him, and left the hall.

Feng Lin didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt that his body was slowly getting warmer. He opened his eyes and looked at a somewhat unfamiliar environment.

He stood up and touched the barrier with his palm, only to find that the barrier immediately disintegrated.

Yang Ming?

Feng Lin woke up and found that Yang Ming was missing. He was immediately anxious. He walked down the snow mountain, looking for traces of Yang Ming everywhere.
Chapter completed!