Chapter 453 Chuanchuan Incense
The sky is covered with dark clouds, and in the dead moonlight, the sound of footsteps crushing dead leaves with the soles of shoes can be heard from afar.
The dark clouds cracked in the sky, and a pale and cold moonlight washed over the world, illuminating a beautiful face that was cold and filled with evil aura.
She held a gold-leaf embossed umbrella in her hand, her dark royal robes billowing among the withered petals, and she was surrounded by gorgeous and noble pearls.
The hem of the clothes is embroidered with thousands of mountains, rivers, sun and moon with gold threads. The whole person is wrapped in the dark night, faint and cold, like a lonely ghost wandering in the moonlight.
At this moment, the succubus Feiyan's expression really looked like she had seen a ghost.
The body was frozen there, unable to sit or get up for a while. The redness of lust on her face instantly faded away completely, leaving her pale and pale.
She stammered: "Jun... Junjun, why are you here?"
The night wind behind the female demon king was so gloomy and eerie, she looked expressionless Looking at Fei Yan, the man's clothes were messy and it was difficult to cover his body.
You can even see a black aura clearly discernible with the naked eye all over your body, like a demon, wild and twisted, and it looks very scary.
She tilted her head slightly, and her dark green hair fell down from her shoulders. Every strand of hair fluttering had a sinister smell.
The demon king's dark eyes were extremely green and hollow, and his voice was insensitive: "The man pressing under you is my master, you little devil, why do you think I am here? Here?”
The glazed green lamp that fell at her feet burst into flames with a soft pop, and the dark flames were like will-o’-the-wisps rising from hell.
"You little devil who overestimates your abilities, do you want to be my master's wife?" At this point, the female devil's stunningly beautiful face was already covered with a sickly and desolate green gray, a hell ghost. Not as horrified as her expression at the moment.
Fang Geyu, even though this world did not exist, felt his scalp tighten and his bones feel cold.
The sword master who heard A-Rao's voice was even more ashamed.
Such an embarrassing and humiliating scene was clearly seen by the traitor he raised with his own hands, and he wished he could hit his head to the ground.
The little succubus, who came down the mountain for the first time and wanted to use this lord of immortals to celebrate her coming-of-age ceremony, was so frightened by the power and pressure of the lord that she did not dare to say a word.
Her body was trembling, her tears were held back, her legs were weak and she said: "No, no, no, even with Fei Yan's courage, I don't dare to have such delusional thoughts, I... I just ...I just saw Fuye Xianjun's handsome appearance Beauty, please have a happy night..."
The figure approaching step by step suddenly paused, and the female devil looked at her legs that kept swinging with a pair of blank eyes. She was afraid that her feet would slip, so she sat down directly.
Her slightly tilted head became more and more tilted, and the ground beneath her feet collapsed in pieces. Her expression was indifferent, but she sneered: "He is my master, and he is the only one you can imagine!"< br>
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a violent shaking from the ground, and several sharp sticks of earth pierced the ground and rose up, diagonally piercing Feiyan's body and lifting it up, like hanging a salted fish on the ground. Up in the air.
Feiyan's body was in great pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound for fear of irritating her again.
It’s terrible!
I have long known that this demon king has a moody temperament, and he can live or die in a single thought.
But who would have thought that in this remote forest far away from Tianxi White Camel Mountain, thousands of mountains and rivers away, we could meet such a person.
More importantly, she has never thought that a person who makes the Demon King hate him so much that he would not hesitate to subvert the common people, even her master, probably only has hatred, and the name of master and disciple is in name only. , I am afraid that they have already been exhausted in this battle between good and evil. Even if she takes a few bites secretly, the mountain is so high that the Emperor is far away, so His Majesty the Demon King has no intention of caring about it, right?
If she really cared about her master, how could she let those demons oppress her and plot against her along the way?
Now that her killing blade is not even bright, it is not too much to just want to be intimate with him.
How could he attract such a terrifying existence as the Demon Lord, and string her along without saying a word?
Are you stuck behind his butt all along the relationship journey?
Although he was full of slander, his fate was over in an instant. Succubus Feiyan did not dare to make a sound, and listened to the rustling footsteps again.
Aluo came to the patch of flowers and waved his hand, scattering the thorns and vines bound between his wrists.
"Master, did you admit defeat in this bet?"
He remained silent, tilting his head and burying his gaze into the flowers. It was unclear whether there was anger or humiliation in his eyes at the moment.
Seeing his bleak appearance, the last trace of unbearability and distress in her heart was left for him.
Aluo slowly knelt down beside him, stretched out his hand to untie the hair tie between his lips and teeth, and rubbed the red mark on his wrist caused by the pain in his heart.
She said softly: "Master, if you give in and admit defeat once, you will be treated as a yielding disciple. From now on, I will honor you as well as I did before, okay?"
As if she was afraid of scaring him, she said softly: "Master, what I said that day about asking you to serve me as your master was just an angry word. Don't take it seriously..."
He naturally understood what it meant to surrender. If he was asked to abandon his wife and survive, he would rather let the succubus harvest it here.
The charm poison that penetrated his body happened to be destroying his body and will at this moment. It was still soothing when he was lightly rubbed and teased by the succubus.
Now that he had stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief, but the heat burning in his body could not be extinguished. It seemed as if there were countless ants biting him all over his body.
He was afraid that he would lose to Charming Poison's burning desire, and that he would be unable to restrain himself and do something outrageous.
This was the first time he had seen the poison of the succubus clan being so terrifying, burning people's minds.
He didn't dare to look into A'luo's eyes at all, and he didn't even have the courage to raise his fingers and pick up his clothes bit by bit in front of his disciple in an embarrassed manner.
Aluo looked at the sweat on his open chest and asked softly: "Master, are you feeling very uncomfortable? Do you want my disciple to help you..."
She is fair and fair. The palm of his hand reached out without any hesitation, as if doing so for him was a matter of course.
Just when her fingertips touched his body, he turned his head suddenly as if bitten by a poisonous snake, and glared at her with wet and red eyes: "I need What are you doing to help? Where are you extending your hand?"
Arao seemed to be frightened by the fierce look and quickly retracted his hand.
But she soon realized that the master-disciple relationship between the two was no longer what it used to be. She had become the only supreme being in the world, so why should she still be afraid of him.
"Master's body is stained with the breath of the succubus, let me wipe it for Master."
She said seriously, taking out the soft handkerchief and not giving him a chance to refuse, she quickly Wiping his body clean, he then mercilessly fired a ball of fire, burning the soft handkerchief clean.
(End of this chapter)