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In the **** sky, a ray of dawn, like divine light, broke through the clouds and illuminated all living things in the demon world.

The walls on the edge of the imperial city collapsed, and the monsters outside gradually approached.

They looked up, thinking they saw a "miracle".

The white wolf demon only appears in legends.

I heard that the pure white wolf is a messenger sent by the gods.

Youfeng blows Ye Juefeng's wolf fur, bathing it in the whole sun.

Not far away, four monsters flew over one after another.

They hold the sand demon's protector in their mouths.

These so-called Dharma protectors always boast about their past experiences.

Having fought against the four fierce beasts before, he dared to say that he had done things under their hands.

However, even the defeated generals are not counted.

The moment Ye Siming came to the demon world, Zhu Wu couldn't wait to rush in with the other three monsters.

When those guardians were subdued, Sand Demon didn't notice at all.

Ye Juefeng, who was standing on the high peak, raised his head and let out a long and profound wolf howl.

All the wolves behind him howled after him.

All the monsters with a radius of a hundred miles can hear it.

At this moment, the wolves were finally rescued and regained their freedom.

But today, there is a new king in the demon world.

Those old friends, buffalo demon and rhubarb, all flocked to Ye Juefeng.

They stroked its fur with respect and respect.

"Brother Feng! I knew that you are a man of great ability!" Rhubarb smiled triumphantly.

Mister Yu gently brushed Ye Juefeng's ears.

But Ye Juefeng's wolf body is huge now, it is already an adult wolf, Mr. Yu has to stand on tiptoe to reach it.

He smiled and stroked his beard: "The chaotic demon world is finally at peace. From this moment on, you are the new emperor of the demon world."

Ye Juefeng's copper-yellow eyes looked at his father at the bottom of the hundred steps.

Ye Siming stood there quietly, like a **** watching from the sidelines.

His black wolf hair was blown up, and the sun was shining brightly. Ye Siming looked at his son steadfastly.

He never seemed to interfere with Ye Juefeng's growth.

However, Ye Juefeng recalled every critical moment, and the sound of the wind was never absent.

For so many days and nights, Ye Juefeng tossed and turned, thinking that he was a good-for-nothing with no talent or magic power.

It was those rumors that encouraged him and told Ye Juefeng that he was not that bad.

At least, not everyone can hear voices in the wind.

Only now did Ye Juefeng understand that all of this was a plan laid down by his father not long after he was born.

Ye Siming wanted him to be strong and independent, so he never talked about his father's love.

At this moment, Ye Juefeng understood his intention.

It moved its wolf paws and ran down the steps quickly, like when it was a child learning to walk for the first time, it stumbled towards Ye Siming's arms!

Ye Juefeng suddenly rushed into his father's arms.

It had grown up, it was no longer a baby wolf, it bumped directly into Ye Siming's body.

This time Ye Siming swayed.

Ye Juefeng rubbed the wolf's head against his father's wolf body.

Although compared to Ye Siming, Ye Juefeng is still a bit small.

But it is already growing, and sooner or later, it will be stronger than its father.

The blood of Ye Siming and Gu Nuoer will be passed on to farther and higher places.

Ye Siming hadn't been this close to his son for a long time.

He was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't want to spoil the fun.

So he raised his wolf paw and patted Ye Juefeng's head lightly.

Unexpectedly, he didn't use his strength well, and Ye Juefeng pressed him down on the ground.

Ye Siming immediately withdrew his wolf claws.