Old Friend or Enemy

Gu Bailu thought for a moment. It seemed that Feng Qingtian had said back then that she had misunderstood him because of the Demon King's provocation.

Gu Bailu felt that she had been too stupid, but at the same time, it showed that the Demon King had a glib tongue.

"Your Highness…"

While Gu Bailu was lost in thought, everybody in the hall gave their respectful greetings to a tall, thin man in a silver robe who came in.

He was handsome and very easy on the eye, but Gu Bailu found him displeasing at first glance.

This feeling probably had to do with their old grudge.

"Hey, who's this? It seems to be an old friend of mine." The Demon King waved his hand, paying no attention to the salutations of the demons around him, and approached Gu Bailu with a fake smile.

Gu Bailu sat on the bed and her gaze swept over him. "You're the Demon King?"