Chapter 581: Hyperion's Answer Is

Lan Qi still leaned back on the seat calmly, looking at the bright light and shadow that burst out from time to time, then went out, until it burst out again.

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 Ulises, 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 of the tenth ancestor Ulises is better, the princess will definitely choose the painting of 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.

For 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.

There will be no 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 had no extravagant hope that their demon clan would suddenly have a painter who could create epic paintings.

And that demon happens to be her neighbor McCarthy.

At this moment, she completely understood why Her Highness the Princess chose 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 she passes this signal 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 stared at the painting 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 Calliera 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 become your husband."

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

The quiet air made Hyperion more aware of what kind of scene this was. She even subconsciously stepped forward and wanted to stand up and escape invisibly.

However, Lord Falling was right next to her.

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

In extreme embarrassment, she felt dizzy.

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

Although she knew that this moment might just be a performance.

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

They have always been like that with each other. From the beginning of knowing each other, they are classmates, companions, and close friends. They have the purest friendship, which is her most precious treasure.

She was afraid that when she gave an answer, everything would change.

She had only brought misfortune to those around her since she was a child. She knew not to be greedy, dare not cross the line, and did not expect to ask for more from Lanqi.

However, when she was a little sure of Lanqi's intentions, she just wanted to impulsively agree to him.

She kept telling herself that it was just a small matter, but when it came to her throat, she couldn't spit it out. She felt that she was about to burst with shyness. She had never experienced saying words like "like" to others since she was a child.

The next second, the next second, she said it.

Hyperion clenched her fists and forced herself to be faster.

Time passed by, and the gaze of the Falling Lord made Hyperion almost unable to bear it.

The state of waiting of the demons present became more and more impatient, and the slight sound became more frequent.

"Your Highness..."

The disappointed voice of the Falling Lord came.

Her patience seemed to have worn out.

"If the princess doesn't tell me the answer, I will help the princess choose at random."

"This one!!"

Hyperion raised her head, and her stern and determined eyes could not hide the shyness that was about to make her cry.

"I will marry him!"

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

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