Chapter 237: Miss Hehehe

The night fell silently, the amethyst hanging on the dome of the Demon Capital converged its soft moonlight, leaving the center of the stage to the Partridge family's manor.

Mr. Festin, wearing a tailcoat, walked to the front of the stage, and the one holding his arm was Serena, who had been lost at the door earlier.

The two could be called a talented man and a beautiful woman, their heroic spirit not decreasing from the past, just standing on the stage without speaking, they attracted the attention of all the guests in the audience.

Mr. Festin and his wife looked at each other, then tapped the wine glass lightly, signaling the guests to look at themselves, and then opened their mouths with a cadence.

"Thank you friends for coming to attend my daughter's birthday."

"On this special day, let us raise our glasses together and wish her eternal youth and happiness!"

The short opening remarks ended quickly.

Amidst warm applause and toasts, Mr. Festin drank the red wine in his glass, then nodded slightly, giving up the position of the party's protagonist to his daughter who walked down from the stairs.

The lights in the manor hall dimmed appropriately, leaving only the beam falling on the stairs covered with a red carpet.

Mia Partridge lifted her skirt gently and walked down from the stairs slowly.

She was wearing a deep red long dress, the silk-like fabric fit her graceful figure, and the skirt swayed slightly, setting off the curves of her long legs, moving without losing elegance.

That pink long hair was carefully coiled up, revealing a slender and white neck, and a diamond necklace decorated with accessories lay quietly at her neckline, lifelike under the illumination of magic light.

Every step she took seemed to step on the heartstrings of all the guests, and countless young demons couldn't help but hold their breath.

"... Simply too beautiful."

"As expected of the Partridge family's child..."

"Is this the succubus bloodline... damn, my flame crystal, seems to be burning!"

"Stay away from me! Don't set my hair on fire!"

Logically speaking, the aesthetics of demons are different; the beauties that humans appreciate, Fear Demons may not like, and vice versa.

However, some beauty transcends species; it carries all the imagination of all living beings on this planet for beauty or temptation.

This was also the first time Luo Yan saw Mia dressed like this, simply unable to imagine the dignified and virtuous appearance and the girl who kicked the back of his chair fiercely as the same person.

This is indeed incredible.

Soon, Luo Yan noticed the diamond necklace on her chest again, and after staring at it for a while, he was surprised to find that the diamond inlaid on it was the one he gave her.

Perhaps noticing his gaze, the eyes of the two touched inadvertently.

Seeming very satisfied with his expression, a cunning smile flashed in those peach-heart-shaped pupils.

Before Luo Yan could say anything, he heard the sound of suffocation and rapid whispering behind him.

"Miss Mi Ya... *huff*... she's looking at me!" A noble lady of the Demon race felt her cheeks burning hot; not knowing what ancient bloodline she had awakened, she rolled her eyes back and fainted.

"Miss Karina, wake up... please wake up! This is impossible." The dark night elf maid on the side hurriedly caught her, trying to wake up this guy who was thinking too much of himself.

There was a commotion around.

Listening to the whispering behind him, Luo Yan felt like he was on pins and needles, and his faith power rose steadily.

It seems that unknowingly, there are a few more young guys in the crowd who hate themselves.

But with the level of those guys, let them go.

They probably couldn't compare to Xino Dragon, that silly guy; after all, that guy was silly, but he really had some skills in his hands, much stronger than the young masters who chased after women's butts all day long.

"..."

Looking at Luo Yan, who was "restless," the corners of Mia's mouth lifted slightly, as if the prank had succeeded and the great revenge had been avenged.

That's right.

Just a small fry Demon King, clearly just looking at herself was enough, but his eyes were wandering everywhere, and he dared to think about the yellow-haired sister... simply not knowing the height of the sky and the depth of the earth.

Even Serena is not okay!

Of course—

The chosen one of Saint Xisi is even less okay!

After "teaching" a certain Demon King who was proud of himself in her mind, Mia walked to her parents' side with elegant steps, thanked the guests present as the little master of the Partridge family, and drank a glass of red wine.

Amidst applause and congratulations, the lights in the manor hall lit up again.

The servants waiting on both sides of the banquet hall stepped forward one after another, handing champagne and fine wine to the guests, and the crisp sound of crystal glasses colliding echoed in the hall, accompanied by the sound of people talking enthusiastically.

The party officially began, and the next part was the highlight of the night—

As the host of this party, Mia would lead the first dance in the dance floor according to the customs of Hell.

And because of the Partridge family's uniqueness, her dance partner naturally became the focus of the whole audience, and even to a certain extent, could affect the political landscape of the Demon Capital.

This is an inevitable thing, no matter what the person thinks.

With the melodious music carrying a mysterious color playing, the soft lights focused on the stage.

Mia lifted her skirt gently and left her parents' side, walking toward the side of the dance floor.

Luo Yan could clearly feel that the young Demon guy on his left hand side held his chest high, just like a rooster ready to crow. And on his other side, a certain dream demon young master was looking around nervously, his eyes full of anticipation, not knowing what he was looking forward to.

Looking at his daughter's back, Serena's mouth hooked into a charming smile, leaned close to her husband's side, and whispered softly.

"Dear, who do you think our precious daughter will choose? Really makes people look forward to it."

"This doesn't seem to be anything to guess," Festin smiled faintly, his tone gentle, "I'm more curious about your evaluation of that young man, how is it, have you walked into his heart?"

Hearing that teasing remark, Serena pinched his arm hard.

"Are you really jealous?"

"How is that possible." Festin looked at his wife who was pretending to be angry, hugged her shoulder and said warmly, "Alright alright, I was just saying it casually...

Speaking of which, that clumsy way of chatting up made him miss it quite a bit, and his thoughts flew to a long time ago.

Of course, it was only later that he realized that truly brilliant hunters often appear as prey... but that's a story for later.

Serena of course wasn't really angry, but still gave him a coquettish white look.

Festin coughed lightly and whispered in his wife's ear.

"Seriously, I have a good impression of that young man, not to mention he is young and promising, what is more commendable is that he is moderate in doing things, has means, and his strength is not bad. How should I put it, he has three points of my style back then... hmm, maybe five points. The only flaw is that he probably isn't as dedicated as I am—"

"Speak properly, stop sticking gold on your own face," Serena calmed down, her tone lazy, "Actually... I can't see through him completely."

"Oh? There are still guys you can't see through?" Festin's face revealed a hint of surprise.

Squeezing into the upper-class society of the Demon Capital by innate charm is not very difficult, but wanting to be prosperous for a thousand years and forming a huge interest group is too difficult.

After all, breathtaking beauty can become a tool, but it can also become a disaster.

Precisely because of this, the eye for people can be considered the ancestral talent of the Partridge family, almost an instinct flowing in the blood... The descendants of the Partridge family can always place the right chips at the right time.

In the noble circle of the Demon Capital, this has almost been passed down as "God's blessing," so that many times some families with shallow roots warn their descendants that when they don't know how to stand in line, they should follow the Partridge family.

"I can't see through too many people, aren't you one of them?" The index finger gently teased the hair by her ear, Serena looked at Festin with fiery and deep beautiful eyes, and joked, "Tell you a secret, actually the descendants of the Partridge family don't have as much city government as people imagine, compared to predicting the unreachable future, we tend to follow our feelings."

"Follow your feelings..." Festin pondered this sentence carefully, suddenly feeling that it made some sense.

When Serena was with him at the beginning, there was no deep planning, just being attracted by him alone.

Thinking about it this way...

He was still quite charming.

The index finger rubbed her husband's cheek, Serena giggled, her voice carrying a hint of doting.

"Does saying this make you very happy?"

"Half and half," Festin held his wife's hand, staring at those fiery and deep beautiful eyes, "After all, there is now another guy you can't see through."

Looking at that possessive look, Serena's heart beat fast, but she still maintained an elegant and dignified look and teased.

"What are you talking about, I wouldn't snatch my daughter's toy anyway."

"Aren't you quite happy that I'm jealous?"

"Hateful, don't say it out loud."

"..."

Taking advantage of the fact that the guests' attention and the lights on the top of the head moved to the stage, a certain old couple was again loving each other regardless of others, loving each other to the point of making people's eyes red.

And at the same time, on the other side of the stage.

Under the spotlight, Mia stepped elegantly to Luo Yan's side, blinking playfully.

"Dear Mr. Luo Yan... I wonder if this Miss has the honor to invite you to dance, you won't refuse, right?"

She deliberately bit this "dear" very heavily, as if to avenge the arrow of a few days ago.

It seems this guy is not generally vengeful.

However, Luo Yan was already a person who had seen big storms and waves, even the "serious blow" of a Diamond-tier succubus could be handled freely, of course, it was impossible to be sunk by a light teasing.

He smiled slightly, didn't hesitate too much, and extended his right hand gentlemanly.

"It's an honor."

Mia blinked, her heart beating fast, both happy and surging with an indescribable complex emotion.

This guy agreed too quickly, right?

At least be shy!

Not expecting that her carefully planned "full-force blow" hit the empty space, Miss Mia couldn't help but bite her teeth.

As the saying goes, evil grows from the side of the gall, and her face, which was still smiling, suddenly had another plan in her heart, and her eyelashes bent into crescent moons.

Speaking of which, this guy grew up in a temple, and definitely hadn't had such a grand birthday.

Thinking of poor little Luo Yan who could only squat in the temple and gnaw on cold and hard bread, she was almost crying with heartache.

But little Luo Yan is poor, doesn't mean big Luo Yan is not hateful, anyway, this guy definitely wouldn't dance... and this will be her excellent opportunity to take revenge!

Thinking of Luo Yan stepping on his right foot with his left foot, panicking and rushing into her arms shyly, Mia couldn't help but write that happy expression on her face, the corners of her mouth curled like a fishhook.

It doesn't matter.

Little Luo Yan, want to eat big bread—no, want to learn to dance? Follow sister to the alley, sister will teach you hand by hand!

Looking at Mia, who was giggling, Luo Yan suddenly felt a chill, and reminded with a cough.

"Miss Partridge, please follow me to the center of the dance floor."

"Ah... good! Right, start, start..."

"Start?"

"I, I, I mean it's about to start!"

Looking at that face that was about to drip blood, Luo Yan smiled, and held that hand that ejected like lightning gentlemanly.

"As you wish."

The melodious melody sounded from the center of the dance floor, and the steps of the two toward the dance floor went from slow to passionate.

The movements of the two were smooth and natural, one pulling and one leading just right, neither overly intimate nor appearing restrained, moderate.

At first, Mia was still a bit stiff and restrained, but with Luo Yan's gradual guidance, she soon adapted to his rhythm and was intoxicated by it.

Wait—

Mia, who was spinning with the melody, suddenly reacted, why was she adapting to his rhythm? Instead, she became the nervous one...

Why is this guy so proficient!

"When did you learn..." Taking advantage of the gap of pulling closer, Mia couldn't help but lower her voice and mutter quietly. Luo Yan smiled lightly and answered in a low voice.

"Actually there is a trick."

"... Trick?"

"That's right," following Mia's dance steps, Luo Yan continued in a very low voice, "Chest out, stomach in, feet to center of gravity, imagine your shadow as the mirror image of the other party's shadow... Human noble etiquette and Hell have many commonalities, and the former is taught in the Demon King Academy's courses."

"Etiquette class?" Mia's eyes revealed a hint of confusion, "Is there this course?"

Luo Yan almost didn't step on her foot, and after catching up with her rhythm again, he whispered.

"You can't just pretend this course doesn't exist because you failed the exam..."

Mia's eyebrows stood up.

"I, when did I fail the exam!"

Luo Yan looked at her with caring eyes, and cooperated with her dance steps to loosen the left hand that was holding her waist.

Actually, he didn't learn it entirely in the classroom, after all, theory is theory in the end.

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However, seeing Miss Mia so invested, he still didn't have the heart to tell the other half of the truth—

Before returning to the Demon Capital, he had played a human noble for several months in the Principality of Campbell, and was already familiar with both balls and social occasions.

He is a person who is good at learning.

However, it is better not to say this kind of thing, otherwise Miss Mia would definitely ask a lot of messy questions again, and indulge in imaginary things that don't exist.

"... How much more are you hiding from me?" Mia muttered.

Luo Yan smiled slightly, his tone gentle.

"This depends on where you want to start understanding, I can guarantee you, everything I say is the truth."

Mia curled her mouth.

"He... you better be."

Watching the two dancing gracefully in the dance floor, the demons around the dance floor had appreciation, emotion, envy, jealousy, and all kinds of complex emotions.

Especially those noble young masters and young ladies, the sour expressions were almost written on their faces.

Covering the corner of her mouth with a folding fan, the pale-faced Miss Yuanmo looked at Luo Yan's back with resentful eyes, muttering to herself.

"It's a pity... hey, I actually quite like him."

That resentful emotion made the floor freeze a layer of frost, and the Fear Demon standing next to him shivered and walked away quietly.

And not far away on the other side, a Shadow Demon and a Pain Demon stood together, discussing and pointing at the country.

"The Partridge family's Miss really chose the Demon King of Thunder County, it seems that the duel that shocked the Demon Capital really alarmed the high-level..."

"Hey, I expected it long ago, the Partridge family's investment in Black Wind Fortress explains everything, if I were Mr. Partridge, I would definitely let my daughter choose this way."

"It may not be Mr. Partridge's instruction, didn't you see that Serena is also quite interested in him? Maybe that's her meaning too."

"Hehe, I don't look favorably on that guy. Just wait and see, there is no living Demon King in Thunder County, this curse has not been broken for hundreds of years..."

"But the Partridge family hasn't looked away for the past thousand years, right? Who knows about the future, let the future people say it."

No matter what, one thing is beyond doubt, and that is the future political star shining over the Demon Capital, and the Partridge family's hand are held together.

As for what changes this will bring to the Demon Capital and even Hell in the future... everything remains to be further observed.

Even the Demon God cannot predict every single thing in the future.

Most of those who point at the country on the edge of the dance floor are single dogs, or they are so unpopular that they have no opposite-sex friends to dance with.

People like Mr. Partridge who truly hold power will not predict anything about the future; at this moment, he is focusing on enjoying the dance party with his wife, enjoying life.

Demons in pairs are dancing in the dance floor, all this seems to be not much different from the human kingdom, even if subtle observations can still see many different places.

For example, when the hand of the Sorrow Demon and the hand of the Flame Demon are held together, the fog that drifts out is enough to completely cover the eyes of the surrounding demons.

Baron Avisler, who was previously invited out of the venue, lay on the window jealously, watching Mia and Luo Yan dancing in the venue, almost crushing his magic crystal cane.

"Damn, why... why does everyone discriminate against Flame Demons, clearly we are also a part of Hell!"

His resentful wail finally attracted the attention of the guards outside the venue, and he was thrown out again by the guards who hurried over.

And just when the lights of the manor hall were all focused on the center of the dance floor, a certain greedy Hell Dwarf guest was having a contest of dignity with a huge birthday cake.

Speaking of which, this has to blame the Partridge family's chef.

In order to show the luxury of the party, they specially created a three-story black magic crystal chocolate lava cake, and used magic power to seal the real lava in the flame rum filling, which is said to allow the cake to spray gorgeous sparks when cut.

But obviously, this greedy Hell Dwarf noble didn't know this.

Smelling the wine, he originally just wanted to take a piece of cake low-key, but didn't expect that when he cut it, gorgeous sparks suddenly sprayed out of the cake, setting his beard on fire.

"Damn! Who buried a detonator in the cake!" He jumped back in surprise, throwing the knife and fork into the fruit plate, scaring all the guests around, although it didn't take long to become a burst of laughter.

The Demon waiter on the side was scared to the point of weak legs by this scene, and hurriedly ran over to explain.

"Si, Sir! This, this is just our decoration in the cake... The flame is just a magic effect, you won't be hurt!"

"Won't be hurt?!" The Hell Dwarf widened his eyes, pointing at his beard and cursing, "Then what is this? Did you bury a cigarette butt in my beard?"

Later, the welcoming butler ran over to apologize several times, and then appeased the Hell Dwarf.

This little episode didn't affect the progress of the party, but added a touch of liveliness to the originally rigid atmosphere.

"Is your party always this lively?" Looking at the corner of the banquet hall that was on fire, Luo Yan asked jokingly.

"After all, it's Hell, it's common." Mia covered her mouth and smiled, her eyes cunning.

Joyful times are always short, the two's lead dance soon came to an end, which can be considered a smooth landing, and the next time belongs to the guests in the dance floor.

After a song ended, Mia stopped her movements, but her hand still rested on Luo Yan's shoulder and didn't want to let go.

Perhaps because she drank a little wine before starting, or perhaps because of the rum evaporated by the lava, under the foil of that ambiguous atmosphere, Mia gradually became bold, and the power flowing in her blood flashed silently in her blurred pupils.

"Do you know why I invited you to dance this dance?"

Luo Yan lowered his head and said gentlemanly.

"I'd like to hear the details."

Mia's lips moved, but in the end, she didn't say the real reason, but dodged and moved her eyes away, her gaze swept over the bustling crowd, and picked the most inconspicuous reason.

"... I felt it, someone wants to be unfavorable to you, that person might be much more powerful than you. Perhaps... the Partridge family can make him consider the consequences of acting rashly."

She raised her head, her eyes no longer just confusion, but also a hint of faint determination, or possessiveness.

That opening lip shape seemed to be saying—you are my person, no one can move you.

However—

That's hard to say.

Looking at Mia, who was raising her head confidently, Luo Yan smiled gently, and didn't pour cold water

The lovely Miss Mi Ya was still a bit too naive; by comparison, Mr. Feisiting was much more mature and seasoned. The Partridge family would never go "all-in" with all their chips on one person at once, and it was even less likely they would take the field themselves while the situation remained unclear, just to offend another family with an equally long history... no matter how much they appreciated him.

If the other party were a weak small-fry, they might indeed be intimidated by the Partridge family name, but if the other party was also a member of the core power circle of the Demon Capital and their strength was not much inferior to the Partridge family, then her declaration of sovereignty would not only fail to make the other party bow their head, but might instead provoke them to strike as soon as possible.

Mr. Feisiting had long ago hinted at who his opponent was; this was already the greatest help the Partridge family could provide openly, and Luo Yan had also given his own answer—

He would make the Dragon family change their head of the house.

Only after this goal was achieved would he and the Partridge family truly become allies; before that, they were at most business partners.

However, speaking the truth was never as elegant as a lie, so Luo Yan did not intend to tell Mi Ya about this matter, nor did he intend to involve her in the dispute between himself and the Dragon family.

He did not want her to blame herself for doing a bad thing out of kindness, and besides, this didn't count as a bad thing anyway.

It's just a fight, so bring it on.

He wasn't even afraid of the Hero who countered him, so why would he be afraid of demons in hell?

If someone intended to harm him, he would rather they strike hastily before they were prepared, rather than acting only after they had made all their preparations.

Perhaps—

He should add another fire to the heart of that guy hiding in the corner of the dance floor, and this shouldn't count as using her.

"... Is it just because of this reason?" Luo Yan leaned close to Mi Ya's ear.

He had originally just wanted to make the two of them look closer, without any intention of offense. However, perhaps due to the power of the succubus, he ultimately couldn't hold back and mischievously blew a light breath into her ear.

As expected, those crystal-clear earlobes were instantly stained with a red glow, just like a lit-up traffic light.

Hmm, that seems a bit bad.

Realizing this, Luo Yan repented for his behavior for 0.75 seconds.

"No, is it not allowed? I... am your superior after all, I-I-I naturally have to consider things for you."

Not expecting that a certain guy who was usually ascetic would suddenly become so bold, the caught-off-guard Mi Ya panicked and wanted to shuffle backward, only to find that her retreat had been firmly blocked by an arm wrapped around her waist.

Feeling the body heat spreading through the thin fabric toward her lower abdomen, the bright red color climbed from the tips of Mi Ya's ears all the way up to her cheeks. In a daze, that face seemed to be getting closer and closer, while only "woo-woo" sounds came from her mouth; her brain had crashed, and she couldn't say a complete sentence.

It was also at this moment that Mi Ya suddenly realized she wasn't actually that afraid.

No—

Wait!

She was a succubus herself, after all; why was she afraid... afraid of a tiny little demon! Did she get something backward?!

A surge of heroic courage suddenly rushed into her heart.

Perhaps finally remembering her identity, she took a deep breath, and then suddenly—

Closed her eyes.

Watching Mi Ya, who had suddenly closed her eyes and started playing the ostrich, panting in small breaths, Luo Yan, standing where he was, was slightly stunned; he couldn't help but chuckle and say.

"What are you doing?"

The air was quiet for about half a minute.

Mi Ya quietly opened her eyes, then revealed an expression of wanting to die, burying her head in humiliation.

"Woo... kill me..."

Luo Yan blinked.

"I can't fulfill that wish; how about you make a new birthday wish?"

Not far away, at the edge of the dance floor.

Watching the young man and woman being all lovey-dovey, Lord Kamu Dragon's expression grew increasingly gloomy, and the crystal glass clutched in his hand let out a groan of unbearable pressure, as if it might shatter at any moment.

It seemed he had to act as soon as possible, before someone's position became even more unshakable.

Otherwise, if he waited any longer, this pair of dogs might even have children!

The baron chatting with Lord Kamu swallowed nervously, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hastily found an excuse to leave.

He felt that Mr. Dragon's mood seemed very bad, not knowing if it was because of Miss Partridge, or Mr. Luo Yan, or perhaps both.

But no matter who it was, he had a premonition in his heart.

Something big might be about to happen in the Demon Capital...

(End of chapter)