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The Demon Lord said hoarsely, "Is this the etiquette of your Qingqiu?"
He half sat up, his black satin-like long hair with cold luster was partly inserted into his clothes, and partly wrapped around the gold ornaments around his waist, exuding a somewhat cold, noble, and elusive mysterious aura. . When he was speaking, he covered Ye Yan's red lips, and coughed a few times in extreme pain, as if he wanted to cough up his whole heart and liver.
This charming and coquettish attitude is not like the leader of the demon clan who can shake the wind and shake the rain and make people's liver and gallbladder split. Instead, he plays the sick and thin scholar with a bit more evil spirit and power. His pale cheeks are always even due to his sickness. Two balls of seductive rouge powder are irresistible.
"My lord."
The attendant brought him a pink-painted wooden box. He shook his hand and pushed it away. His eagle-like gaze was still fixed on the slender figure in the audience.
"The hospitality of the Demon Race also opened my eyes."
The fan in Lin Lang's hand fell lightly into the other palm, and she slapped it along with the gesture, which was a small gesture she was used to thinking about. This cold and handsome demon lord felt strangely familiar to her.
An old friend
Well, thinking about it, she has provoked a lot of enemies.
I don't know who died unfortunately
Is it a new hatred or an old hatred
If it's an old grudge, it will be difficult to deal with. If you come prepared, you will definitely not let things end easily.
Thoughts were spinning in Linlang's mind, and she remained calm on the surface, with a somewhat teasing tone.
"It's not enough to ask for the tribute, but I have to think about it on the poor man who gave the tribute. I'm really greedy."
"The devil's appetite has always been great."
The other party was not irritated by her, but had a bone-numbing smile on the contrary.
"The tribute, I want it, and you, I want it too."
He stepped off the altar.
"The devil's teeth are better. Don't bite the hard stone, and your teeth will collapse." She turned her head and smiled slightly, her face was slightly tilted, and the slender smoky purple feather earrings fell on her shoulders and flowed. With charming and passionate charm.
"Oh? Hearing what you said, I want to try this stone, how hard it is to bite."
Before the words were finished, a jade hand flashed obliquely from mid-air, passing through the black hair, trying to grab her by the neck, but unexpectedly it was a woman's soft and boneless hand.
The Mojun's eyes darkened.
Lin Lang's left hand was leaning against her chest, tightly grasping the finger pierced from behind by the Demon Lord. If she hadn't reacted quickly, her beautiful neck would have been broken by someone.
What a man who doesn't understand pity and pity.
Lin Lang pulled again suddenly, and the opponent's hand was pulled to her chest. The Demon Lord was forced to take a few steps forward, and her chest was pressed against the woman's back, firmly and ambiguously.
His eyes fell on her neck and collarbone unconsciously, and the mysterious scenery meandered down from the skirt.
"Since the devil has taken the word 'jun', he should understand the truth of 'a gentleman uses his mouth but not his hands'?"
The fox demon turned her head, her lips were stained with cinnabar, slightly raised, like provocation and temptation.
"you're right."
He raised his little finger lightly, as if he had hooked her palm.
When Lin Lang's attention was drawn to the movements of his hands, the Demon Lord lowered his head, bit those two thin lips lightly, and he swallowed the woman's struggle and astonishment.
Lips and teeth intertwined, lingering to death.
It's only a moment for the master to fight.
Lin Lang felt a pain in her shoulder, and the man couldn't wait to turn her around. He stretched out his long legs and attacked aggressively. She had to take several steps back until her back pressed against the closed copper door, and the cold touch penetrated her skin.
She opened her eyelids slightly, and the group of beauties who were sent were staring at this scene in amazement.
In the last second, there was still a dark wave of turbulent murderous intent, but who would have thought that it would switch to such a scene that made people blush and heartbeat the next moment.
Yuling tugged on the red hijab, staring angrily at her "getting ahead".
Lin Lang thought to herself, she just threw out a bait, whether the other party accepts it or not depends on one's reaction.
Perhaps the Demon Lord has not been close to women for too long, so he failed
As she thought this way, the other party's hand stroking her neck invaded the illegal area, and the clothes on her shoulders were lifted a little, and he bit his sharp teeth, and blood dripped instantly.
He licked it clean, and then his expression gradually became complicated.
Lin Lang smiled and groaned, "How, can this poison be cured?"
Her blood is poisonous, one drop is enough to seal her throat.
"You are really vicious, you can even kill yourself." The Demon Lord wiped the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and it happened to be covered with some blood foam, which was bright red and dazzling.
"Excuse me, can I go now? Lord Demon Lord."
Lin Lang pushed away the person and stood up.
She slowly straightened the clothes that had been pulled up to her elbows, the blood on her shoulders seeped through the thin material, like red plum blossoms.
Mo Jun covered his lips and coughed softly.
This time it was not because of his own illness, but because the other party's posture of arranging clothes was too provocative, and there was a strange itching and hotness in his throat. The blood he drank swam freely in his body, and the secret stimulation made his cheeks turn red again.
Lin Lang walked out of the palace gate, with scorching stares behind her.
She turned her head, the feathers from her ears were blown to her cheeks, and she showed a smile that captivated all living beings.
"Master Demon Monarch, we will meet later."
The devil looked at the blood on his finger, it was poisonous, but he still stuck out the tip of his tongue.
Not to waste, he thought.
The first time they met after the corpse king's tomb, he still didn't have the upper hand.
"Master, it's really amazing." The Demon Lord murmured softly, "I'm looking forward to the day that ruins you more and more. The ferocious expression and burning red skin must be very attractive."
Thinking about that scene, he couldn't help himself for a moment, and finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, covering his forehead, laughing wildly and coughing uncontrollably, like a lunatic.
A group of women were so frightened that their faces turned pale.
Only the tasker Yuling is the calmest, and her chance to perform has come.
She won't be as rude as Lin Lang, who directly uses beauty/seduction/seduction, it's too vulgar.
If you want someone to truly fall in love with you, you must use all kinds of details to warm and impress him. Although this man is a demon king, he must have suffered from unknown pains at this point.
The heights are extremely cold, and the Demon Lord is also an ordinary person, with emotions and desires, but it is difficult to open his heart to the world, so he has sealed himself up, resulting in such a cold and inhuman face today.
There is more compassion in Yuling's eyes, she will let him feel the power of love again, correct evil and return to good, and restore the world to a peaceful and prosperous world.
She took out a handkerchief from her cuff, and walked to the man's side, with a hint of shyness in her heart, "Your neck is bleeding, if you don't mind, please wipe it with my handkerchief, this handkerchief has been dyed with medicine Juice can stop bleeding."
Su Bai's wrist appeared in front of his eyes, and the demon king recovered from his fantasy, and landed on Yuling's pear-like face.
"Stop the bleeding?"
He frowned lazily and touched the wound.
Oh, and she left him an "expensive souvenir" which was nice.
Just now I was too involved in the kiss, but I forgot whether she had struggled, although the harder she struggled, the more excited she was.
"Yes, your neck is injured, and if you don't heal it in time, it will leave scars. You are so beautiful, it's a pity to have scars." She said that she was about to cover the wound on his neck with a handkerchief.
The girl was small and her head only reached the man's chest. She stood on tiptoe and raised her hand with great effort, the handkerchief dangling in her hand. Few men can resist this clumsy and cute gesture.
"Oops, you're too tall for me to reach."
She bit her lip and muttered like a little girl, "You should lower your head a little bit."
"Bow your head?" The Demon Monarch chewed on this rather interesting word, "You want me to bow my head?"
The girl opened a pair of extremely clear eyes, as if he was asking something childish, "Is there a problem?"
interesting.
It's really interesting.
He stretched out his big palm, wrapped around the girl's waist, and pulled her into his arms suddenly. Her face hit the other's chest. Yuling screamed, and punched her with her hand a little dissatisfied, "What are you doing, bumping into her?" It hurts me."
"Didn't you want me to bow my head?" A laugh escaped from his throat, "I will bow my head for you now."
His face came closer and closer.
Yuling's heart stopped suddenly.
She foolishly looked at the man's slender eyelashes, which were clearly defined, which made her feel jealous even as a woman.
"Fool, didn't anyone tell you? You have to close your eyes when you kiss."
There was a faint smell of medicine on his body and his clothes, mixed with some kind of strange sandalwood.
Yuling couldn't help but close her eyes according to his words.
"So cute."
That jade-cold finger touched her lips, then slid in and touched the tip of her tongue.
She could not help flinching.
Then Yuling felt something was wrong, her whole body became hot quickly, especially her mouth, it was more like a pot of boiling oil, the burning pain almost cut her tongue.
"Woo-"
She was too hoarse to speak.
The beauties looked terrified, watching a well-behaved man lying on the ground and rolling like crazy, scratching his throat with his fingers desperately, spitting out red blood all over the place.
Before, they envied Yuling for daring to "flatter" her so boldly, but now seeing her fate, they all shuddered, and they had a new understanding of the cruelty of the devil.
The Demon Lord shook the corner of his clothes, took a few steps back, ignored the woman's hand stretched out to him for help, and was lost in thought. He didn't expect that her blood was poisonous, and her nails also had poison.
His eyes darkened, sooner or later, he would peel off all her thorns.
Completely, life and death are in his hands.