Chapter 673 The skin is tight
In the skin where the limbs are bound, wisps of black threads like spider webs slowly come out.
As soon as the silk rope touched the black thread, it burned itself without fire. The white flames quickly burned everything that bound him.
A'luo noticed something strange about him, and his eyes fell on the traces of black flames on his wrists. His pupils suddenly shrank, as if his consciousness was taken away in an instant, and the Meng Sheng Yanluo in his hand was shocked. He murmured: "Burning...Burning Heart Fruit?!"
Why is there Burning Heart Fruit on him? !
The Burning Heart Fruit is a forbidden object of the demon clan. Whenever the demon kings in the past dynasties were determined to do so, they would take one of the Burning Heart Fruit, only to survive the excruciating pain of heart-burning and bone-burning.
Only by maintaining a clear mind in this kind of severe pain, allowing the juice of the flame fruit to spread into the limbs and five bones, and even needing to be refined into the spiritual treasure of the gods and nourished with the soul, can one achieve true The devil's body is a great gift from the king.
In his previous life, Aluo had no intention of becoming a demon king, and he had no intention of taking something as painful as the Burning Heart Fruit.
She could have escaped this.
But once, her master, who cared about the common people, let go of her hand during a decision, leaving her to face despair alone.
She was captured by the old demon lord and was forced to take the Burning Heart Fruit.
She was exhausted by the Burning Heart Fruit and turned into a real demon, and all the spiritual power of Tianxi Taoism was completely washed away.
The demonic energy is hidden in the body all year round, fearing that others will notice anything strange.
She still tried her best to hide the demonic energy in her body, giving up the Liuhe magic that was most suitable for her. She endured the backlash pain of thousands of ants eating her heart, and practiced hard day and night on the Tianxi Sword taught by him. Spiritual magic.
She thought that she could have a way back.
But in the end, she destroyed everything and herself with her own hands.
Her fate is inextricably linked to the Burning Heart Fruit.
So when she was reborn into the present world, the first thing she destroyed was the fruit of the poisonous king who broke her bones and heart!
But why!
There will be traces of Burning Heart Fruit on his body!
The coldness in A'rao's eyes disappeared, and his pupils were filled with the cold feeling of war and chaos. There was a burst of blood and a burst of blood cold.
Is it possible...
There was a third person she didn't know who survived in that destroyed world? !
Planning everything out of sight? !
I guess so!
The group of tomb robbers two hundred years ago appeared extremely unexpectedly.
The purple coffin stolen from Zhongyou disappeared mysteriously. In the past two hundred years, even she could not find any trace of his whereabouts.
So...then who put the seeds of the Burning Heart Fruit into his body?
Do you want him to be doomed?
Or do you imagine cultivating a puppet demon king for the demon world like she did back then? !
A'rao's mind was entangled, and her brain was so confused that she didn't even react when Bailian, who was so angry, grabbed a life gate.
The Burning Heart Fruit is the bitter and poisonous thing that she is most afraid of in her life.
Bailian's hot palm tightly grasped her wrist Mingmen, and a blazing black energy surged into her body.
In an instant, Aluo felt that his soul, which was as stable as the mountains and seas, was being held tightly by the hand of an invisible giant spirit.
She frowned in pain, her consciousness in the Lingtai was turned upside down, her complexion instantly turned pale, the blood on her lips instantly faded completely, her dark eyes shrank violently, and she turned into a bird uncontrollably. The vertical pupils of beasts.
The uncalled black wings spread out from behind her with a whooshing sound.
The power of Burning Heart Fruit is not only that it can bring great physical and mental pain to people.
As a forbidden object, it can even ignore the laws of yin and yang and adhere to the order of time and space forever.
As long as the host does not die, it will not die.
Aluo once ate a Burning Heart Fruit in a distant future. Even if his body reshaped and grew, the traces of the Burning Heart Fruit would not disappear due to the translocation of time.
The black energy spread into her body along her vitality gate. Aluo lay on the bed in pain. The strange red line between her eyebrows was also dyed purple and black, and strands of evil energy flowed out of her uncontrollably. The eyebrows overflowed.
She would never allow herself to continue to be affected by the Burning Heart Fruit in Balian's body. She stared at him: "Calm down!"
Aluo only felt that familiar feeling Under the erosion of the demonic energy, the bones all over his body were like fish bones soaked in vinegar, instantly becoming too soft to exert any strength.
She was extremely tired, and her body was very heavy. There was a mysterious light in her palms, and she barely shook off the grip of Balian's palms, dragging her extremely tired and painful body towards the outer bed.
But before she could crawl out far, her ankle tightened and he grabbed her ankle from behind and took her back heavily.
The white flame that had not dissipated from Bailian's wrist started to burn as soon as it touched the uncontrollable aura coming out of A'rao's body.
The dress on her body fell between her burning ankles and burned into ashes inch by inch.
She turned pale and exclaimed, cutting off her clothes with one palm, thus cutting off the spread of the white inflammation.
Bailian held her ankle tightly with one hand, and pulled the animal blanket beside him with his other free hand and draped it over his shoulders. His scarlet eyes stared coldly at her slender body.
Aluo didn't know what his situation was at this moment, or whether he retained his sanity.
When the Burning Heart Fruit broke out in her body, she also did many insane and crazy things. Her body was shaking slightly and she shouted sternly: "Bailian!"
The name she read was not Si. dust.
Cuncui is testing.
Except for the scarlet luster in his eyes, Balian's expression was indifferent, without any hint of madness. He tilted his head slightly and sneered: "You really know me?"
Looking at this, his reason does not seem to be completely dominated by the Heart Burning Fruit.
But it’s definitely not like what he usually looks like!
Aluo met his powerful and aggressive eyes.
For some reason, a chill suddenly rose in her heart that she had not enjoyed for a long time. She frowned even more tightly: "Let me go!" Bailian's voice seemed to be floating in the light, calmly Calm, but with a hint of fear Indifferent and empty: "Have you paid attention to what I said just now?"
After all, he is not Aluo, and his mind has not been controlled by the Burning Heart Fruit, but it is definitely not the original That person's eyes were so cold that there was no emotion at all.
It was as if the soul in his body suddenly became cold and terrifying.
Aluo couldn't explain what it felt like, but he felt a chill on his fingertips for the first time in a long time.
The hand holding her ankle suddenly exerted force and brought her heavily into his arms. Arao groaned in pain, and her delicate body lying on the bed was lifted heavily, and she hit him in a very unsightly manner. on the body.
Aluo threw a porcelain stoneware and hit her head on the fluffy soft pillow. She couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly. The light from her eyes shone down along her eyebrows, following the blood, and heated her ears.
She has always been good at taking the initiative to force others, but is not good at being suppressed by others.
In terms of momentum, it suddenly became a bit weaker.
She hugged the soft pillow under her body tightly like a life-saving piece of driftwood. Her silky legs rubbed against Bai Lian's waist, trying to crawl further away.
Bailian held her waist tightly, holding her down like a cat playing with a mouse, but it was all in vain. After several times of fighting, Aluo was also tired and panting.
Aluo felt the cold warmth in his palm, and her whole body seemed to be on fire. She tightened her fingers on the pillow, with a shy and slightly annoyed look on her face for her carelessness.
At this time, there was a soft and crisp sound.
Bailian didn't know when he picked up the gold and jade cigarette stick that fell between the beds, and swung it on A'luo's back like a ruler in his hand.
Aluo was the disobedient explosive wild horse. She almost screamed out in pain, and her pride as a demon made her grit her teeth.
The body was tense, eyes filled with moisture looked back and stared, indescribably enchanting: "You...shameless!"
Now it's better, putting the cart before the horse, just Even Balian's lines were given to her for free.
Bailian is sitting upright, covered with a snow-white animal blanket, his eyes are distant and indifferent, and the emotions hidden in his scarlet eyes seem to be frozen into ice, with a breathtaking cold pressure.
A'luo was once so frightened by his familiar and frightening eyes that her buttocks clenched in fear.
If it had a small tail, it would have been squeaking and squealing.
But then she thought about it, he was no longer her master, so why should she be afraid?
Thinking of this, A'luo inevitably tried to put on the airs of the Demon King for this. He frowned and said in a cold voice: "How dare you treat me like this?!"
Bailian didn't even raise his eyelashes. The cigarette rod in his hand slowly turned around between his fingers, and then he dropped it steadily like the wind.
"Papa papa!!!"
The crisp sound was like the wind, and the torn clothes were piled up in a mess like flying.
Aluo inhaled in pain, a sense of humiliation and shame hit her heart at the same time, tears were holding in her eyes, and there was a burning pain behind her, and her slender eyebrows couldn't help but frown.
With the rapid movements of Balian's hands rising and falling, she bit her lower lip and finally let out a moan of pain unbearably.
The soft and charming voice came softly, which was inexplicably sultry.
But Bailian didn't do this at all. There was a bit of randomness in his eyes, and he said two words in a soft and gentle tone: "Please me."
"What?" A'luo thought he was Got it wrong.
Bailian took the trouble to repeat: "If you beg me, I will let you go."
Aluo was stunned, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke: "You let me I beg you, my majestic devil... ”
The strength in Balian's hand suddenly became three points stronger, and his eyes were calm: "Your majesty, the demon king, if you want your ministers to know that their respected majesty was pressed on the couch and whipped until he screamed, you How do you think they will laugh at you behind your back?”
A'rao's body trembled, and in his horrified eyes, he saw Bai Lian raising his hand to summon the jade in the blue water on the bookshelf.
When Ning Feiyan was here, he often collected some weird but very convenient gadgets from her palace.
He took out a square ruby compass, fiddled with it twice, and smoothly pushed out a green light, which reflected the scene of him pressing down on His Majesty the Demon Lord and educating him fiercely, and he was actually doing carvings. Shadow records.
Arao's face suddenly turned red, and he stood up to grab the thing.
Bailian used the cigarette rod in his hand to gently poke her on the lower back, and Aluo fell down again like a little mouse whose tail was poked.
Balian repeated what he had just said and said: "Please."
A'luo was not as strong-willed in front of him as he was in front of A'luo.
With him, she often did some cowardly things.
If this recorded image spreads, she will show no shame. What makes her more serious is that she does not want the restless butterflies in the devil world to see his body.
Aluo hugged the pillow tightly, buried his cheek deeply into the soft pillow, and hummed: "Please."
"What do you want me to ask for?" Balian stopped lashing, and imitated her tormenting movements just now, hovering the cigarette rod over her red, swollen and bloodshot wound.
The platinum tassels hanging from the jade pole fell softly, tickling and delicately painting on her red wound.
One moment it was a storm, and the next moment it was drizzle.
The numb, sore and spicy area was tickled and itched with tassels by his gentle movements. The taste was even more torturous than the hot pepper water on the Tiger Bench.
Aluo's voice buried in the pillow was like crying: "I beg you to be merciful and let me go?"
"Me?" Balian's eyes were slightly cold.
Aluo had no choice but to change her words in time: "It's me,! It's me! Please, sir, let me go?"
Anyway, she has done many things that have caused her to lose power and humiliate the country in the past. Rao Quan begged for mercy and admitted his mistake without any pressure.
Tell him to look good later!
(End of this chapter)