Chapter 1 Kicked to the Iron Plate
In the Holy Demon Continent, in a palace in the heart city of the Demon Clan.
Aling looked at her brother with a complicated face.
"Why are you pinching my face?"
A Ling said quite puzzled.
"Because it's cute."
Abao smiled coquettishly, and a smile appeared on his baby-fat little face.
"..."
"This is not funny at all."
A Bao poked A Ling's fair little face with his finger, his black eyes flashing brightly.
"..."
A Ling looked at him expressionlessly.
Seeing her serious expression, Abao still couldn't hold back and poked her face again.
"Take it easy."
"I am your brother."
Abao's tone suddenly softened.
Hearing this, Aling gave him a look.
Then, A Ling took A Bao’s hand and said, “Let’s go.”
"Where to go?"
"Come train with me."
"Too weak."
Aling said slowly.
Under A Bao's surprised eyes, she took A Bao's hand and walked outside.
Opening the palace door, the sky outside was pitch black.
Heart City, this demonic city is black in the sky, spread by black.
Nothing but black is black.
A Bao and A Ling have been in this city since they were born.
They have long been accustomed to the darkness of this city.
They lived in a small palace, which was the bedroom of their mother and concubine.
The heaven-defying demonic dragons are not born in human form. They can maintain their human form now only after practicing for a long time.
As soon as they walked outside, they saw three familiar people.
These three people are from the Heaven-defying Demonic Dragon Clan, but they did not receive much attention due to their impure blood. At first, these people did not dare to do anything because of their mother-in-law, but after their mother-in-law left the Heaven-defying Demonic Dragon Clan, their malice doubled.
They are tall and have jet black scales on their faces. Their human form changes are incomplete.
Her pupils shrank slightly, and then she saw three tall people walking towards them.
Ah Ling immediately pulled Ah Bao and ran back.
As long as you run back to your bedroom, you'll be safe.
No matter how arrogant these three people were, they would not dare to force their way into the palace.
The demon clan is a place where the weak prey on the strong. Without the protection of their mother and concubine, they were not favored by the Demon God Emperor, so they were naturally looked down upon by others.
A Ling and A Bao were blocked by them.
"We are the princes and princesses of the demon clan. Aren't you afraid of arousing the wrath of the Demon God Emperor when you attack us?"
Ah Ling's body was trembling, and she pulled Ah Bao back.
"What is the use of an unfavored prince and princess?"
Under A Ling's angry eyes, the three men punched and kicked them.
Before she could react, her whole body was pressed to the ground. Then with a muffled groan, a soft body stood in front of her.
She was stunned for a moment, with shock in her eyes.
Abao lay on her body and helped her bear the malice from others.
At that moment, Aling's eyes were red, and some unspeakable emotion appeared in her heart.
Is this what it feels like to have an older brother?
This was the first time she felt this kind of emotion in her two lives.
Under the punches and kicks, she could hear Abao's forbearing voice. Needless to say, Po was beaten very badly.
But no matter how uncomfortable it was, Abao still protected her and prevented her from getting hurt at all.
Is this the love a brother has for his sister?
"Also His Majesty's child, the newly returned princess is much more favored than you."
With a bang, he punched A Bao on the body, and A Bao immediately vomited blood.
Smelling the rusty smell, Al-Ling wanted to push Ah Bao away and not let Ah Bao bear the burden alone. But she didn't expect that Abao would stop her movements with his hands.
Under her stunned eyes, Abao protected her. They are very close and can feel each other's state.
Aling's heart suddenly became heavy.
One after another, the beating continued for half an hour.
Half an hour later, their figures left. A Ling's expression was dull, and she wiped the blood stains on A Bao's body with her little hands.
At this moment they were like two endangered animals licking each other's wounds.
Most of the injuries were borne by A Bao, while A Ling only suffered some minor injuries.
Seeing Ah Bao's bruised nose and swollen face, Ah Ling pushed Ah Bao away with a trembling body, then gritted her teeth and carried Ah Bao like a princess to the palace.
She walked slowly, the strong smell of blood filling her nose, her throat suddenly tasted the smell of rust, and her face turned pale.
A Ling put A Bao on the big bed in the palace with great effort, then sat down on the ground with her back against the bed.
A Ling gasped for air, her mood was heavier than anyone else.
She never thought that Abao would protect her.
"Hiss."
Abao wanted to turn his body to see her, but he didn't expect that the wound would be involved, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"Idiot."
Hearing this voice, Aling ignored her own pain and immediately said: "Please pay attention to the wound."
Thinking of Abao's arrogance, she still softened her tone.
"Take good care of yourself."
Abao immediately dared not move and could only lie flat on his back. A small hand like a lotus root was placed on his smooth forehead, feeling his body temperature.
She was afraid that he would develop a high fever after his body repaired after being beaten.
When I touched it, it was ice cold and there was no feeling of heat at all.
A Ling's eyebrows relaxed. The body temperature of the Heaven-defying Demonic Dragon Clan is generally very low.
Now that his body temperature has not risen, it means that he is in good condition.
"You have a good rest."
"I'm going out."
As soon as these words came out, A Bao endured the pain and turned to look at A Ling, with puzzled emotions in his dark eyes.
That look seemed to be asking her where she was going.
"The night is dark."
"Something should be done."
A Ling left these words and turned around to leave.
Before Abao could react, her figure disappeared.
A Ling, who left the dormitory, looked at the black flames in her hands.
Gorgeous purple magic lines climbed up her cheeks, and her hair became darker.
A Ling's eyes showed murderous intent.
She was going to kill those three people.
As the saying goes, when the moon is dark and the wind is high, it is a murderous night.
As a black magician, she had never been bullied like this.
She had never been so humiliated in her previous life. Anyone who dared to get close to her would be killed by her, and there was no chance of him nagging him in front of her.
Who doesn't know that she is not easy to mess with? !
Now she travels to another world and becomes a princess of the demon clan. She originally wanted to play a more ordinary role, as she had no interest in the throne or anything like that.
However, these three people dared to insult her like this.
It's strange to say that he has already become a god, so why did he travel to a different world? There was a gap in her memory, which puzzled A Ling.
Since this body was not yet at the age of enlightenment, she planned to start mastering dark magic in a year.
Now she has no mental power and no magic skills.
In order to kill those three people, she could only forcefully use her mental power to temporarily improve her realm.
She rose all the way from a person with no spiritual power to the ninth level, and her face turned pale.
Her intuition told her that this was the maximum level her body could bear. Forcibly improving one's own strength is very taxing on the body.
A black six-pointed star formation appeared under her feet. The next second, her figure disappeared from the spot.
It was a murderous night when the moon was dark and the wind was high, and it was dyed red under the bright moonlight.
The screams one after another were muffled by the barrier.
(End of chapter)