Chapter 587 Is this true? !

  Use?

  The seemingly kind head, the joyful mountain.

   Is all this an illusion? !

The woman in red continued, "Seeing your spiritual power is increasing day by day, Shushan is afraid that you will know your identity sooner or later, afraid that your purpose will be exposed, afraid that you will not be able to contain you, and afraid that the world will abandon them to adopt the demon prince and help the demon be abused. I can’t wait to squeeze you to Qiu Shan, I want to throw this black pot to Qiu Shan, but the poor Mingyue Jun doesn’t know anything. The Shushan School is really a shameless group of people!"

  Jinglan couldn't believe that he was stuck in such a huge puzzle.

  The woman in red looked at him and saw that he was at a loss. After a while, she recovered her voice from the shock.

   "My master... also knows?"

   "Naturally know, otherwise, how could I try all kinds of ways to send you to Qiushan, even at the risk of fainting you!"

  The woman in red said so much, but it was not as deadly as the last sentence.

  Jinglan only felt that his heart fell to the bottom in an instant, and he fell to pieces, making him unable to breathe freely.

how come…

  How could the master be using him?

How could    hide him for so long?

Do not! He doesn't believe it!

  Even if the master does not love him, he will never be so heartless!

  Jinglan pushed the woman in red with a palm, and went straight to Shushan.

  It was night, the mountains were brightly lit, and it was still very lively, and the staggered banquet continued.

  At this moment, a loud bang suddenly sounded outside the hall, as if something had been split apart.

  Everyone put down their glasses and chopsticks and ran out to wait and see.

  I saw a tall figure standing under the moonlight and above the gravel.

  The wind blew, blowing his ink robe, so that he would not be mixed with the darkness.

  Someone among them recognized the figure and shouted, “Isn’t that Jinglan? Didn’t the head of Shushan say that he has followed Mingyue Jun to Qiushan? Why did he come back again?”

  Zhen Xi, standing in the crowd, instantly changed her face.

   saw the figure suddenly approaching, and directly broke through the crowd and came in front of her. Without a word, he grabbed her arm and pulled her out.

  Everyone was in an uproar, seeing that Jing Lan was holding a sharp blade in his hand, and did not dare to come forward easily, so he could only watch all this curiously.

  Zhenxi raised her head and ran into the man’s eyes that seemed to have been fragmented, burning raging anger in the dark night.

  He heard his questioning "Master! Tell me, is this true?"

  Zhenxi thought he was asking about sending him to Qiu Shan in a daze.

  She didn't want to be so mean, but she had to.

  Now listening to his question, she doesn't know how to answer.

  As everyone knows, Zhen Xi’s long silence is trampling on Jinglan’s last little hope.

  He pressed her shoulder, shook it vigorously, and asked angrily, "Master! Am I really the Prince of the Demon Race?! Tell me, this is not true!"

What? !

  The demon prince? !

  Zhenxi looked at the man in front of her in astonishment, and even wondered if she had heard it wrong.

  In fact, Zhen Xi does not know his true identity.

  She did know that his identity was special, but she never thought that he would be the prince of the demons!

  At this time, everyone's exclamation came from all around.

   "What? Prince of Demon Race?"

   "How could he be a demon prince?"

  Zhenxi realized that the immortal gates of various factions were still here, and instantly calmed down, and directly covered his mouth with her hand, deliberately raised her voice and scolded.

  　Alright, don’t worry, the past life is almost over~

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)