Chapter 3 — Christmas Fairy Tale at Ma Palace

The emperor's father turned his head to look at him. The mother whispered: "But she did not leave the Demon Palace."

“Whoever wants to discuss, please come here and discuss.”

“If the Celestial Clan dares to touch her hair, I will personally burn down the nest.”

The white-bearded old man was stunned. Surely he did not expect that the Demon Queen was even more cruel than the Demon Emperor. His father looked at him for a long time, then suddenly burst out laughing.

“Did you hear that?”

“If you want to argue, then get in here and argue.”

“If arguing doesn't produce any results, then let's all stay in the Demon Palace as fertilizer.”

Thien Quan's face was very unsightly. But the old man nodded again.

“Okay.”

That day, the main hall of Ma Palace was closed tightly. The Heavenly Clan Patriarch, the Heavenly Monarch and the three High Gods entered the palace. On the Demon side, the father, mother, Left and Right Demon General and twelve demon generals guard inside. I was placed on a small black jade shelf in the middle of the main hall. Around the collapse are seven layers of barrier. A religion of the Celestial Clan. A path of the Demon race. The mother-in-law personally sent out an order. His father added another lesson to the outermost layer. After the addition, the person still did not feel reassured, so he stuck his life sword right in front of the trap. The blade was stuck three inches deep into the ground. Anyone who dares to come close will die. The conference begins. Remnants of the ancestral compassion of the two clans gradually emerged from the void. The Celestial Clan are white illusions. Demons are black illusions. Each person was so old that their faces were unclear, but they all stared at me. I opened my eyes wide and looked back at them. The Great Hall suddenly fell silent. A shadow of the Demon Clan spoke first.

“Eyes like the Celestial Clan.”

The ancestor image of the Heavenly Clan immediately objected: "Bones and flesh belong to Ma." Another Demon Clan group snorted coldly.

“If you belong to Ma, then stay in Ma.”

The Heavenly Patriarch retorted.

“The pure pregnancy of entering a demon is a disaster.”

The Demon Clan's shadow pounded the table.

“Farting and entering a ghost is a blessing.”

Thien Quan's face turned pale. The corner of the Demon General's mouth twitched. His father sat on the throne, his hands empty, his face even worse than when he went into battle. The mother sat next to me, her fingertips gently tapping on the small tray. Every time he knocked, his father's sword would vibrate with a dull sound. No one dares to cross the boundary line. The group argued from bloodline to fate seal. From destiny to destiny. Tu Qi Yun argued about the truce between the two clans three hundred years ago. The Celestial Clan said that if I purify the evil spirit, I must bring it back to the Celestial Clan to raise it. The demons say that I make peaches bloom, which is a good omen for the Demon Palace. The Heavenly Clan says I am a fairy. Demons say I am the biological son of Demon Venerable. The Heavenly Clan said that demonic energy would defile me. The demons said that the heavenly rules would restrain me. On the third day of arguing, an ancestor of the Celestial Clan suddenly spoke up: "If it carries the karma of the two clans at the same time, why not settle a relationship with the Celestial Clan and wait until it grows up to marry into heaven?" The Great Hall immediately fell into dead silence. The emperor slowly raised his head.

“What did you say?”

That group still hasn't noticed the difference.

“The Celestial Clan Crown Prince is not yet engaged, his destiny suits him very well.”

The royal father stood up suddenly. The sword of destiny made a 'bee' sound and rose from the ground. The mother-in-law also stopped tapping her hands. The person stared at that ancestral figure, his voice light.

“She was born three days ago.”

The eyes of the funeral The Demon General immediately turned red. Thien Quan quickly shouted: "Shut up!" But it's late. His father swung a knife and slashed down. That Heavenly Clan's ancestral shadow was cut in half on the spot, half broken. The entire main hall of the Congregation shook violently. The Heavenly Clan's ancestor's face turned pale.

“Devil, you are crazy!”

The royal father tightly grasped the hilt of the sword, his black hair flying without wind.

"You still dare to use my daughter as a stepping stone."

“Today, this deity will make the Heavenly Patriarch change his name.”

I was woken up by a shock. The layer of peach blossom barrier on the canopy trembled slightly. Everyone's eyes turned to me. I blinked, then suddenly reached out towards my father. The murderous aura around the father stopped. Someone stepped forward and picked me up. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and turned my head to look at the white-bearded old man. After that, I used my young voice to speak.

“Dad.”

“That white-bearded old man.”

“So ferocious.”

04

The Great Hall was silent in the blink of an eye. It was so quiet that demon blood dripped from the tip of the father's knife, the sound seemed to tap straight into everyone's chests. The white-bearded old man stiffened in place. He has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and has probably never been called ferocious by a child who blew his nose and was only three days old when he was born. Even more unexpected was that, after finishing speaking, I snuggled my face into my father's chest, looking like I was really scared. Father bowed his head and looked at me. The cold killing intent condensed at the bottom of people's eyes, enough to freeze the entire Galaxy, and suddenly melted a little. The next moment, people burst into laughter. At first it was a soft laugh. Then the laughter grew louder, so loud that even the pillars in the main hall had to shake.

“Did you hear that?”

“My lord's daughter calls you fierce.”

“Don't you heavenly people always value politeness the most?”

“Aren't you going to apologize quickly?”

The Thien Quan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. The white-bearded old man opened his mouth, but was speechless. The faces of several Heavenly Clan High Gods became even more complicated. They want to be angry. But I'm still too young. Getting angry only shows that they are not reasonable. The Demon Clan's side is the complete opposite. The twelve demon generals held back laughter until their shoulders trembled. General Ta Ma turned his face away, pretending to be looking at the electricity pole. The Demon General coughed and choked, coughing like he was about to run out of breath. The mother raised her hand to cover the corner of her lips. Only half of the Heavenly Clan's ancestor's body, which had just been broken by his father, was so angry that his shadow trembled.

“Myth.”

"At the General Conference table, how can children be allowed to talk nonsense?"

His father hugged me and turned me around.

“She's only three days old.”

“A three-day-old child still sees you as ferocious, do you still have the face to open your mouth?”

The Demon Clan's ancestors immediately chimed in.

“That's right.”

“Elder Heavenly Clan, the longer you live, the more you go backwards.”

The Heavenly Clan Ancestor angrily said: "You Demon Clan only know how to defend your family." The Demon Clan's ancestors sneered.

“If you don't defend your family, why should you defend yourself?”

Seeing that the two ancestors were about to quarrel again, the mother suddenly spoke up.

“That's enough.”