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Chapter 715 I'm going to ask his father to add one more

Inside the Shadow Cult...

The Holy Fire Festival is the only festival of the Shadow Demon Sect. According to legend, the Supreme Poison Ancestor was born on this day. Whether it is true or not, there is no way to verify it.

However, the Holy Fire Festival has been passed down from generation to generation. On this day every year, the followers of the Shadow Demon Sect will gather in the base camp to celebrate to the fullest.

Every year on the Holy Fire Festival, the Demon Sect will also hold a big competition for the younger generation. The Holy Master and the elders will all appear. If the children who perform well, they will most likely be selected as the heirs by the elders.

Therefore, this is also a grand and important festival for young children! This year's is even more different, because, after the unanimous decision of the Holy Master and all the elders, the champion of this Torch Festival can marry the first beauty of the Demon Sect, Qingwu, which also means that this champion will be in the future. Son!

For a time, the young disciples in the Shadow Demon Sect were all enthusiastic, and they were all geared up. Some of the elders' direct disciples also signed up to participate, which added a lot to the competition. At the same time, it also made some ordinary children look forward to it. And sigh.

They knew very well that the protagonists this time belonged to the candidate saint sons. They were all the direct descendants of the elders. How could they be comparable to their ordinary disciples?

And this time the most popular person to win the title is the second elder's direct disciple, Lone Wu who owns the Heavenly Intermediate Poison Tome. If it wasn't for the regulations of the Shadow Demon Sect, the Holy Son must be the one who marries the Holy Maiden, then, Saint The son is already his!

He is only in his twenties, and he is already at the peak of the four realms of Wu Zun. He also heard that the second elder got him a top-quality poison king last year, which made him enter the realm of heaven. With the heaven-level poison energy in his body, he can basically compete with the Holy Son of the Holy Son of Heaven, like the Big Dipper!

No one will criticize him for being a holy son. It can be said that he is no exception!

Being both a beauty and a holy son makes all the disciples extremely jealous, but they are helpless to his strength.

...

Compared with the hustle and bustle of the outside world, the Holy Maiden's Mansion was deserted, and the atmosphere was very dull, as if it was about to face a storm.

Qingwu's pretty face became thinner, and the two obvious dark circles around her eyes proved that she hadn't slept for a long time.

She sat by the window, staring out of the window with dull eyes, but she seemed to be expecting something, and the beautiful maid standing beside her couldn't help sighing.

she knows,

My own saint has fallen deeply in love with that man named Feng Hao...

For some reason, a sloppy figure suddenly flashed in her mind, and then she shook her head violently.

If it is that sloppy ghost, it is not as good as this Mo Wu!

"Mother, will Uncle Xueyu come?"

Xiao Qingmeng trotted in, took Qingwu's jade hand and shook and asked, her bright eyes filled with anticipation.

In just a few days, the little girl became attached to the man who made her feel like her father.

She firmly believed in her heart that that was her father!

"He will come!"

Qingwu came back to his senses, gently stroked the top of Xiao Qingmeng's head, and spoke slowly with a slightly hoarse voice.

The man who was willing to go to the Forbidden Land of Beimang for Xiaoqingmeng knew his situation, and he would definitely come back!

But is it too late?

Now that the Holy Fire Festival has started for a few days, no matter whether it is the 'Magic' or Feng Hao, there is no news, which makes her feel uneasy.

If it is calculated at a normal speed, it is too late to come to the Shadow Demon Cult from Xilan...

You must know that it took a month and a half for the 'magic' to rush back to the Demon Sect from the Jin Dynasty last time, and it took a full three months to come back and forth!

At that time, I had been married for more than half a month...

She was icy cold.

"Great, Uncle Xueyu is here, Meng'er wants to call him Daddy!"

When Xiao Qingmeng heard it, she cried out happily.

"What Uncle Xueyu?"

A soft voice came in from outside, and then, a man with a face like a jade crown walked in, with a soft smile on his face, like Mo Chunfeng, dressed in white, he looked a little graceful However, the man I saw, Qing Wu, Xiao Qingmeng, and even that beautiful maid, all had a sullen face.

"The nerd is here again!"

Xiao Qingmeng glared at the man and muttered.

Such an undisguised expression of his disgust made the corner of the man's mouth twitch indistinctly, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

This man is the direct disciple of the Second Elder, Mo Wu!

Recently, he has been proud of the spring breeze, and he is also the envy of all the young disciples of the Shadow Demon Sect.

"Hehe, I've already passed today's test, so come and have a look."

He pretended to be demeanor and said with a faint smile. When he glanced at the plump and tender body, a fiery desire surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but breathe a little short.

The pretty face is charming, but Qingwu is haggard at this time. Not only is it no worse than before, but it also has a softer charm. The pitiful appearance makes people feel pity.

When he thought that this competition was over, that he would be able to have such a stunning wife, his heart became even hotter.

Whether it is the Poison Tome or the cultivation realm, he is the well-deserved number one of the younger generation within the Shadow Demon Sect, so this competition is just a passing game for him!

“哼！你死心吧，我娘亲不会嫁给你的，我告诉你，我雪羽叔叔就要来了，他一定会狠狠的揍你一顿的！”

Xiao Qingmeng puffed out her cheeks angrily and raised her pink fist towards him.

"Snow Feather?"

The smile on Mo Wu's face narrowed slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

This is the second time he has heard this name, but he rummaged through his memory and couldn't find any candidate holy son named Xue Yu. If he was not even the candidate holy son, then why should this person compete with him?

Originally, he wanted to take it as a joke, but after seeing the look in Qingwu's eyes, his heart shook violently.

Could it be that this snow feather is really stronger than himself?

"If you have nothing to do, just go down. This is the Holy Maiden's Mansion, but not everyone can come!"

Qingwu's expression was indifferent, his words were cold, and the cold was biting, and he didn't give him any face at all.

"This..."

Mo Wu still wanted to say something, but, looking at Qing Wu's emotionless eyes, he opened his mouth and lowered his head, "Then I'll retire, the Holy Maiden has a good rest, after all, she's going to be a bride! "

At this time, Qingwu was still a saint, above him!

Leaving these words, he turned around and left, but his originally gentle face was stern. ~