Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

I don’t know how much time had passed, but when the Third Young Master finished speaking, everyone held their teacups and fell silent.

After a while, Dongfang Yuechu let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, supported his head with both hands and sighed softly.

“No wonder the old patriarch of the Wang Quan family suffered such a severe blow to his Tao heart after his trip outside the circle.”

People with extraordinary talents like Wang Quanbaiye and Dongfang Yuechu are enough to amaze the world in the history.

Besides, those demon kings who can cover the sky with one hand are omnipotent and can shake mountains and seas and turn the world upside down.

Suddenly one day they were told that they were just sheep kept in a pen for protection. The world outside the fence was surrounded by hungry wolves, and if they stepped out, they would die miserably.

But then, Dongfang Yuechu didn't seem to care at all. He reached out and picked up a piece of cake and stuffed it into his mouth, saying vaguely: "Well, but since it's too far beyond my ability, I simply don't want to think about it."

"Anyway, if the sky falls, Uncle Fu will hold it up."

But just as she said this, Tushan Rongrong immediately glanced at Dongfang Yuechu, curled the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly.

"In that case, I'll throw you up there to hold you up for a while~"

Tushan Rongrong's tone was very calm, but Dongfang Yuechu suddenly felt a chill on his back and he shrank his neck silently.

The smile on Tushan Rongrong's face when she looked at him made Dongfang Yuechu subconsciously feel that she could really do it.

"Honghong, you will stop Sister Rongrong, right?" Dongfang Yuechu leaned towards Tushan Honghong.

But the next moment, I saw Tushan Honghong holding the teacup and taking a sip, with the corners of her mouth curled up: "I also think that it's time to teach this lazy silver-plated spearhead a lesson."

Dongfang Yuechu's face looked grim and he glanced at Fu Changsheng again.

Fu Changsheng noticed Dongfang Yuechu's gaze and responded with a meaningful smile.

"Who do you think is more important to me, you or Miss Three?"

"......Me?" Dongfang Yuechu was stunned for a moment, then pointed at himself.

Fu Changsheng shook his head slowly: "No."

"Sister Rongrong?"

"Think again."

"Well... that hurt me~"

Fu Changsheng kept smiling and said nothing. Instead, he reached into his sleeve and took out Tushan Rongrong's account book.

Turning to the first page, Fu Changsheng pointed at the large red characters that read "Dongfang Yuechu" and said word by word:

"It is important to me that you pay me back the money you owe me before you die."

Dongfang Yuechu: “…”

In an instant, Dongfang Yuechu felt as if there was a mouthful of blood blocking his chest, which he could neither swallow nor spit out.

At this moment, Dongfang Yuechu just wanted to slap himself twice.

Why did you mess with that squinty-eyed guy?

Chapter 184 Tushan Rongrong's Smile

"By the way, Yuechu, Big Boss, how many casualties were there in the circle after this disaster?"

Fu Changsheng glanced at Tushan Honghong.

“According to statistics from the Demon Kings of various countries, the losses this time were mainly concentrated on the border defense forces of various families. Because of the information gap due to the gap in combat power, they were almost completely wiped out.” Tushan Honghong sighed.

"At the beginning of the war, we lost about 80 demon kings. Beishan lost the most demon kings because of its heavy border defense. The number of other demons with varying levels of cultivation was about 180,000, and the territory lost was 17 million square kilometers."

"However, during the year when the Third Young Master took action to eliminate the remaining bandits in the circle, the territories of various countries were gradually recovered. Except for the failure of the Demon King, the speed of recovery of various families was very fast."

After listening to Tushan Honghong's statement, Fu Changsheng said "hmm" lightly, then turned to look at Dongfang Yuechu.

Dongfang Yuechu took over the conversation: "Uncle Fu blocked the first wave of beasts. After Uncle Fu left and the Third Young Master took over, the losses on the human race were almost negligible."

"In fact, we even gained something. The corpses of the great demons that were left at the border were recovered by the Taoist Alliance for research."

"Where is the third young master?"

"Did the Third Young Master find anything during his visit to the outskirts of Wanshou Ridge this time?"

Fu Changsheng turned his gaze back to the Third Young Master, who just shook his head slightly: "Nothing."

"It's full of death energy. Without Gong Suan's protection, the corpse energy outside the Ten Thousand Beasts Ridge is already frighteningly thick. Now, that place is no different from the underworld."

The third young master couldn't help but frown as he spoke. The unpleasant smell of corpse was still fresh in his memory.

After listening, Fu Changsheng lowered his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

"It's a little weird."

"What's strange about that?"

"The process of the disaster outbreak in Wanshou Ridge from beginning to end is quite intriguing."

Fu Changsheng looked at the Third Young Master: "Third Young Master, do you still remember the information that the Lord of the Divine Court revealed to us when he came to Tushan last time?"

After recalling for a moment, the third young master nodded slightly, motioning Fu Changsheng to continue.

"The Lord of the Divine Court sensed that Kunpengzi had been killed by Demon Lord Lanyu, in order to use the Kunpeng blood in his body to rebuild the body for the Demon Master Kunpeng who was about to arrive."

"And the karmic backlash brought about by killing Wang Si should be the fuse of the disaster in Wanshou Ridge this time."

After Kunpengzi's death, the entire Wanshou Ridge was almost destroyed overnight, and all the big monsters turned into monster corpses at the same time.

Including the Demon Lord Lan Yu.

This was the information Gong Suan told Fu Changsheng before he died, with his last breath.

"Before he died, Gong Suan said that it was the demon lord Lan Yu who injured him, and Lan Yu was also affected and turned into a corpse."

"But Lan Yu never showed up during the entire war."

"Hmm?" Hearing this, the Third Young Master couldn't help but frown.

This was something he hadn't thought about.

If the Demon Lord Lan Yu joins the battlefield, the corpse of a demon who was powerful enough to control the Kunpeng Demon Sword and almost killed the Third Young Master with one sword during his lifetime will be a world-destroying existence for people in the circle.

But Lan Yu's demon corpse has never appeared since it injured Gong Suan.

The disaster of the Ten Thousand Beast Ridge that could have completely destroyed the circle seemed to be just a tentative attack on the circle. And the moment the body of the Immortal Emperor appeared, it disappeared directly.

"The actions of these demon corpses are too disciplined. They should be controlled by someone, but I don't think Lan Yu, who has already transformed into a corpse, has this ability."

Hearing this, the Third Young Master paused, then his face turned somewhat gloomy as he looked at Fu Changsheng: "What do you mean..."

Fu Changsheng nodded imperceptibly and blurted out word by word:

"The demon master Kunpeng may have returned."

Clang!!!

As Fu Changsheng finished his words, the crisp sound of ceramic breaking was suddenly heard.

Several people turned their heads at the same time, their eyes focused on Tushan Rongrong.

Tushan Rongrong's hand was still in mid-air, she was lost in thought. The cup in her hand fell to the ground and the hot tea spilled all over the floor.

Tushan Rongrong quickly came to her senses. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, her expression changed from dazed to her original nonchalant smile in an instant.

"...Sorry, I was just daydreaming for a while."

Tushan Rongrong put on a smile, stood up and apologized, then bent down to pick up the broken teacup.

"Let me do it." Fu Changsheng suddenly stretched out a hand and placed it on Tushan Rongrong's shoulder.

Feeling a warmth on her shoulder, Tushan Rongrong looked at Fu Changsheng blankly, lowered her head and said nothing.

While Fu Changsheng was cleaning up Tushan Rongrong, Tushan Honghong noticed that Tushan Rongrong was a little absent-minded, so she asked worriedly, "What's wrong, Rongrong?"

Tushan Honghong was very familiar with Tushan Rongrong's expression.

One night, when Tushan Honghong passed by the library, she found that the candle inside was still on.

At that time, Tushan Honghong thought that the servant forgot to turn off the light before leaving, so she walked in and wanted to turn it off.

But after entering, Tushan Honghong suddenly noticed a familiar figure in a very conspicuous position.

Tushan Rongrong was sitting there with her back to him, concentrating on recording something.

However, Tushan Rongrong didn't seem to realize that someone had come in until Tushan Honghong walked over and gently patted Tushan Rongrong on the shoulder.

"Rong Rong?"

"Ok?"

Tushan Rongrong paused for a moment before turning around.

"Ah... yes, it's my sister."

At that moment, Tushan Honghong saw with her own eyes the expression of Tushan Rongrong, which changed from a tired look to a nonchalant smile in less than half a breath.

It was as if someone was controlling an invisible silk thread, forcibly pulling up the corners of Tushan Rongrong's mouth and eyebrows.

Tushan Honghong remained silent. She turned her head to glance at the account book that Tushan Rongrong had deliberately covered with her hands. She felt as if her heart was inexplicably pulled.

The expression on Tushan Rongrong's face at this moment was exactly the same as what Tushan Honghong saw at that time.

Tu Shan Rongrong gently shook her head and waved her hand, saying, "Nothing, I just suddenly thought of something else."

Tushan Honghong wanted to ask more questions, but was stopped by Fu Changsheng's eyes.

......

night.

As usual, Fu Changsheng tidied up the tables and chairs, closed the door of the teahouse, and went upstairs carrying the candlestick.

After pushing open the bedroom door, what came into view was Tushan Rongrong's slightly thin figure.

Tushan Rongrong was seen sitting on the windowsill with her legs hugged, curled up, staring blankly at the night outside the window, a little absent-minded.

Just like a little girl waiting for her boyfriend to come home.

Fu Changsheng walked slowly into the back of the house, the candlestick in his hand slightly illuminating the originally dim room.

Tushan Rongrong came back to her senses, turned her head to glance at Fu Changsheng, but said nothing.