Don't confiscate my citizenship

Lan Qi still leaned on the seat calmly, looking at the bright light and shadow that burst out from time to time, extinguished, and burst out again on the high platform of the Nekalis Palace.

The palace was boiling in an instant, and the high-hanging hearts of all the demon clan dignitaries finally relaxed.

They were all chants of victory, recovery, and hope.

This almost lost game got a desperate counterattack, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

The big demons are all glad that there is such an epic painter in the demon world who can compete with the tenth ancestor of the blood clan.

Unexpectedly, the painting at the bottom of the box by the demons was even better!

"oh."

The originally calm gaze of Ulisses, the tenth ancestor, was also briefly attracted by this painting.

He didn't feel too much disappointed or frustrated, but instead felt a little more interested.

Following the gaze of the demons, he looked at the glowing demon with emerald green eyes and spark-like patterns.

"Lord Ulises, this demon just has home field advantage."

Giovanni, the accompanying Vampire Viscount, said sarcastically with disdain.

Both are epics, and even if the painting by the tenth ancestor Ulises is better, the princess will definitely choose the painting by their demon clan.

Again.

If their vampires hadn't spent a lot of time on the road and didn't have normal painting conditions, Ulises, the tenth ancestor, would have finished it faster.

With works of the same quality, it only shows that Ulises himself has stronger skills.

What's more, Marquis Ulisses didn't use his full strength. For him, the only opponent he planned was Zhen Yeqing, which was just a game at best.

"What do you think of this painting?"

Duke Eduardo, the fourth ancestor, asked in a deep voice.

He doesn't blame Ulises, because whether it's magic or magic products, epic is almost at its peak level.

"Not bad. Among ordinary people, he is considered outstanding."

Ulises, the tenth ancestor, tilted his head and commented to Duke Eduardo, the fourth ancestor in the back row.

"Is this so?"

The fourth ancestor, Eduardo, snorted coldly, clasped his palms and said nothing.

But his eyes didn't change.

Nothing will change in today's ending.

"call……"

Lysandra, who was sitting on the left side of the seats in the Regency Hall next to the palace members, stroked her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

Until the last moment when Qing Luo unsealed the painting, she did not expect that a painter who could make epic paintings would suddenly appear in their demon clan.

And that demon happens to be her neighbor McCarthy.

At this moment, she completely understood why Her Royal Highness wanted to choose a painting from a competition full of possibilities——

The princess knows better than anyone else that no matter what the obstacles are, as long as this signal is passed to McCarthy, he will definitely win everything for her.

Time seemed to go very fast, but also seemed to go very slowly. The praises of the demon celebrities were like rain after a long drought, with endless enthusiasm and release, wanting to vent all the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time.

Lisandra had no intention of admiring Mr. McCarthy's masterpiece, because the girl shining in the sunset was the most real and beautiful princess she had ever seen.

The moment the demons exclaimed, she had already seen McCarthy. He was sitting on the steps and looking at the princess with approval.

As if asking the princess: Am I doing a good job?

Lissandra couldn't see any pride in him. The more the demon nobles cheered, the calmer he seemed.

The princess is also calmer than expected.

Something that must be said.

The expression of the princess at this moment is similar to that of the girl in the painting.

That's the look you show when you look at a man you like.

But without a mirror, she wouldn't be able to see the look in her eyes at this moment.

After looking at Lanqi for a long time, Hyperion seemed to be awakened by the noisy sound in the throne room, and looked away as if she had just woken up from a dream.

When she looked at the painting blankly again and caught a glimpse of Lan Qi's gaze, she felt her heart beating so fast that she couldn't control it.

Hyperion lowered her head in panic and tried hard to adjust her breathing, but she felt completely unable to breathe, as if she had forgotten how to exhale.

"Your Highness, which painting do you want to choose?"

Falling Lord Kaliera couldn't help but smile when she saw the princess's cheeks turning red.

All the demons were panicking just now, but she did not panic and maintained the absolutely dignified demeanor of a princess.

Now all the demons are celebrating, but the princess is timid and no longer looks like a demon princess.

Although Kaliera knew what the princess would choose, she still had to go through the process.

More importantly, she was interested in hearing the princess find the courage to publicly declare her answer.

"This one."

Hyperion spoke as quietly as a gnat, raised her slender forearm, and pointed at the painting.

"can not hear."

Fallen Lord Kaliela put her hand to her ear and turned her head slightly, as if the hall was too noisy for her to hear the princess's words clearly.

The moment Kaliela raised his hand, the noise of the demons sitting in the hall began to gradually subside.

They understood that it was time for the Fallen Lord to continue presiding over the ceremony, and turned their attention to the high platform at the end of the throne room again. They sat back on their seats politely, maintaining the calmness of the famous nobles in the demon world.

"Okay, Your Highness, please tell me seriously, which painting's author you want to be your husband."

Fallen Minister Kaliera asked in an extremely serious and solemn manner.

The quiet air made Hyperion more and more aware of what kind of scene this was. She even subconsciously stepped on her feet, trying to stand up and run away invisible.

However, Qing Luo is right next to him.

In front of this ninth-level demon, he had no hope of escaping.

In extreme embarrassment, she felt dizzy.

Hyperion knew that Ranchi was looking at her, waiting for her answer.

Even though she knew it was probably just a show at the moment.

But who can tell how much is true and how much is false.

They have obviously been accompanying each other like that. From the moment they met, they were classmates, companions, and close friends. They had the purest friendship, which was her most precious treasure.

She's afraid that when she answers, everything will change.

She has only brought misfortune to those around her since she was a child. She knows how not to be greedy, dare not cross the line, and do not ask for more from Lan Qi.

However, when she was now slightly convinced of Lan Qi's intentions, she just wanted to impulsively agree to him.

She kept telling herself that it was just a small thing, but when it came to her throat, she couldn't spit it out. She just felt that she was about to explode with shyness. She had never experienced the need to say something similar to "like" to someone since she was a child.

The next moment, the next moment it comes out.

Hyperion clenched her fists and forced herself to go faster.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Hyperion could hardly bear the gaze of Qian Luoqing.

The demons present became more and more impatient in their waiting state, and slight bumps became more frequent.

"Your Highness..."

Qing Luo's disappointed voice came.

Her patience seemed to be running out.

"If the princess doesn't tell me the answer, I will help the princess choose whatever she wants."

"This one!!"

Hyperion raised her head, her stern and determined eyes unable to hide the shyness that almost made her cry.

"I'll marry him!"

Hyperion pointed to [Portrait: Her Golden Moment], and shouted out as if she had used up all the breath in her Dantian.

At this moment, all the demons in the Regency Hall stood up from their seats with joy, bowed and clenched their fists and shouted angrily.