After Di Yuhao looked at the beholder, he finally nodded in a subtle way.
His only support now is this last bit of hope.
The fairy clan is now basically equivalent to being destroyed, and the entire Three Realms are basically in chaos.
But even the devil doesn't care, and he doesn't care much more.
Di Yuhao's hands hanging in his sleeves were clenched into fists until his nails dug deep into his flesh, and then he suppressed the self-destructive emotions rising up in his heart.
"Devil King and Demon Queen, I won't bother you anymore, I'm going to go shopping elsewhere." His cold tone carried a sense of desolation and alienation.
The queen knew that he was in a bad mood, and also knew that this kind of thing would be useful without enlightenment, but if she talked too much, she would just sprinkle salt on the other party's wound, so she let him go.
As for the Demon King's departure, he naturally raised his four paws in approval.
It's a good Huadan Festival, he just wants to have nothing to do with his wife, and show off his affection beautifully, so he doesn't want to care about Di Yuhao, a child who suffers from bitterness and hatred.
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In the crowded night market of Shanghai, Di Yuhao walked quietly among the crowd.
Although he seldom shows up in front of the ordinary people of the demon clan, and not many people of the demon clan can recognize him, but the coercion of that body is not concealed, but it can also make people guess that his identity is extraordinary.
Therefore, no matter how ready to make a move, those demon girls did not dare to step forward easily, and could only stand by the side eagerly, secretly winking at him.
It's just that Di Yuhaolang's heart is as firm as iron, let alone responding, he didn't even receive those sentimental messages through the connection.
He found a small stall on the side of the road and sat down. He ordered a bowl of plain noodles for himself, put the marinated meat in a small bowl, and ate it slowly.
Those demons who were still in awe of him suddenly became relaxed.
Although the demons are not like the immortals, they basically do not eat for the sake of deliberate cultivation, the higher the cultivation, the less the need to eat, and they may even feel that these miscellaneous grains are deposited in the body, which will affect their cultivation.
And he is so unscrupulous, it shows that he is only aura cold, in fact, he is not very scary.
Everyone in the small stall breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to make noise on their own.
And half of the witches who secretly winked at Di Yuhao just now chose to give up this goal.
Demons have always respected the strong, most witches prefer the strong demons, of course there are still some who are more attractive.
Di Yuhao, who has entered his twenties and three years, has long since shed the immaturity of his youth, and now appears more calm.
His fair face looked dignified and dignified, but there was a sense of hostility entwined between his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his eyes were even more deep and fierce.
It's also good that he is in the king city of the Demon Race, otherwise he would have been surrounded and beaten by those same arrogant Demon Race people with his arrogant appearance.
At most, those people just gave him a few supercilious glances now, and Di Yuhao didn't have the mood to pay attention to them, all his thoughts were put on the bowl of noodles in front of him.
The way he eats is also based on Luo Liyan's preferences.
Luo Liyan likes to eat pure flavors in everything, and doesn't like to put vegetables on the rice, let alone let the chicken noodle soup be stained with other meat flavors.
Although Di Yuhao doesn't like to eat, this is the only way he can use to recall Luo Liyan now.
The noise around him gradually quieted down in his ears, and the whole world became quiet.