Kuangze suddenly stopped being crazy and looked embarrassed. Nangong Xiaoxiao was surprised and then smiled brightly and said, "How do you know, sister, that this place is in the devil world?"
Qianhua smiled and said nothing. Although she lived alone on an isolated island, she was not inexperienced in the world. For five hundred years, Donghuang Mountain had gossiped about the thousand-year hatred between the two realms of heaven and demon from time to time. Although she had not been in the heaven for a long time, she still had nothing to do and ate melon seeds. Right and wrong, anyone with a little bit of reasoning mind should also know: the only person who can't stand Mo Yunye's happy event is the mysterious and powerful enemy Nan Liyue, except for the water-headed Han Ge.
However, even if he was exposed, Kuangze remained stubborn and tried to make the last struggle before his death: "Humph, I am the Demon King. If you have any last words, tell them as soon as possible!"
Qianhua snorted coldly and said mockingly: "How could the Demon Lord send a fool like you to interrogate me? He clearly wanted to restrain Tianjun by kidnapping me. How could he have the heart to want me to die?"
Kuangze's original intention was to scare Qianhua, but Qianhua was not afraid of being scared, and even sarcastically made him justified. He was so angry that he suddenly stood up and walked away: "I don't care! It was the Demon Lord who kidnapped her personally, why not Trial her in person? Make me look embarrassed..."
"Demon Lord, you scoundrel!" Unexpectedly, before Kuangze came out of the cave, Qianhua's angry muttering came from behind, "You hugged me all the way, and now you don't care about me anymore..."
I have seen countless women who are crazy about sweating, coquettish and even shameless. However, such a carefree and unabashed woman is really a rare treasure. The general turned around and wanted to provoke her, but her face turned pale.
At that time, Nangong Xiaoxiao had a whim and wanted to take Qianhua to visit the Demon Realm. Unexpectedly, his approaching steps stopped midway, and he looked behind Qianhua in shock...
There's someone behind you!
Qianhua felt it: a cold air that was as cold as ice and could not be turned back for a thousand times, like a sword dripping blood, like a knife tearing away bones, was slowly wrapping around her trembling body like a thorn in the back. How cold was the spirit essence? , to have such a soul-crushing coldness
I had to look back, but when I turned around, I saw the Millennium Wheel frozen in a shocking moment, and Luo Qianhua looked dumbfounded, like a puppet whose soul had been sucked out.
Hange is as charming as a demon, and Mo Yunye is as powerful as a god. The two of them are already so handsome that they cannot be compared to each other, but the man in front of him clearly wants to kill all the men in the world - his sword eyebrows and starry eyes are like a god. The carved, dark eyes with a faint purple glow, the erect nose and the beautiful lips can be described as soul-stirring. Who else could it be but the Demon Lord
I have known for a long time that Demon Lord Nan Liyue is not the ordinary one who charms all living beings, but seeing it with my own eyes still makes Luo Qianhua’s trembling little heart tremble: "Is it true that the more beautiful a person is, the more beautiful he is? The more vicious? Thousands of years ago, you forced the Flower Goddess to commit suicide and leave the soul platform. Now, don't you want me to taste the taste of my bones and my body?"
In the heart of every woman, there is a nymphomaniac who loves beauty, and Qianhua is no exception, which does not mean that she will be dazzled by beauty. At the moment, it is wise to understand the situation and try to save herself, although the restless little paw really wants to touch it That handsome face with skin as thick as gelatin.
"snort!"
Unexpectedly, Nan Li Yuewei was a guy who cherished his words as much as gold. He didn't even bother to move his mouth, and just said a simple nasal voice. He didn't even bother with Luo Qianhua's sarcastic remarks, and his stern face never caused a trace of ripples.
Being ignored was one of the things Luo Qianhua hated the most in her life. Before the smell of musk was almost there, she put her hand on Nan Liyue's arm, made his eyes as cold as frost look at her, and asked angrily: " Since you have kidnapped me, you must understand whether I am alive or dead!" (To be continued)