The sky was covered with dark clouds, and in the dead moonlight, the sound of footsteps crushing dead leaves with the soles of shoes could be heard from afar.
The dark clouds and sky cracked, and a pale, cold moonlight spread across the world, illuminating a beautiful face that was cold and filled with evil aura.
She held an umbrella with embossed gold leaves in her hand, her dark royal robes billowing among the withered petals, and she was surrounded by gorgeous and noble pearls and emeralds.
The hem of the clothes was embroidered with thousands of clouds, mountains, rivers, sun and moon, and the whole person was 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.
Her body was frozen there, unable to sit or get up for a while. The redness of lust on her face instantly faded completely, leaving her pale and pale.
She stammered: "Jun...Jun Jun, Your Majesty, why are you here?"
The night wind behind the female demon king was rustling and eerie. She looked expressionlessly at the man under Feiyan, whose clothes were messy and difficult to cover.
You can even see a black aura that is clearly discernible to the naked eye all around you, like a demon, crazy and twisted, and it looks very scary.
Her head tilted slightly, and her dark green hair fell down from her shoulders. Every strand of hair fluttering had a strong smell.
The Demon Lord's dark eyes were unusually green and hollow, and his voice was insensitive: "The man pressing under you is my master. Why do you think I am here, little devil?"
The glazed blue lamp that landed 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 extremely beautiful face was covered with sickly and desolate gray, and the hell ghosts did not look like her at this moment. Horrifying.
Even though Fang Geyu didn't exist in this world, his scalp felt tight and his bones felt chilly.
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 the support." The Night Immortal Lord is handsome, and I wish you a happy night..."
The figure approaching step by step suddenly paused. The female demon king stared at her swaying legs 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. Her expression was indifferent, but she sneered: "He is my master, and he is the only one you can imagine!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a violent shaking from the ground, and several sharp sticks of earth pierced the ground and lifted up Fei Yan's body, hanging in the air like a salted fish.
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 known for a long time 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 had never thought that a person who made the Demon Lord hate him so much that he would not hesitate to subvert the common people, even her master, would probably only have hatred. All wasted 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, and His Majesty the Demon Lord 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 she didn't even use her killing blade, it wasn't 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 the way through the relationship?
Although she was full of slander, her life was about to change in an instant. Succubus Feiyan did not dare to make a sound, and listened to the rustling footsteps again.
A'luo came to the patch of flowers, waved his hand, and scattered the thorns and vines tied between his wrists.
"Master, have you given up on 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 miserable appearance, the last bit of unbearability and distress in her heart was left for him.
A'luo slowly knelt down beside him, stretched out his hand to untie the hair tie between his lips and teeth, and rubbed the red marks on his wrists painfully caused by the pain.
She said softly: "Master, if you give in and admit defeat once, then you will be your 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 poison that penetrated his body happened to be destroying his body and will at this moment. He was still able to feel relieved when he was lightly rubbed and teased by the succubus.
Now that he had stopped, although he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the heat burning in his body could not be extinguished, and his whole body seemed to be bitten by countless ants.
He was afraid that he would be defeated by 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.
A'luo looked at the sweat on his open chest and asked softly: "Master, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want my disciple to help you..."
Her white palm reached out without any hesitation, as if doing so for him was a matter of course.
But as soon as 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: "What do I need from you?! Hands? Where to stretch it?!"
A'rao 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 a succubus. I will wipe it for Master."
She said seriously, taking out the soft handkerchief and not giving him a chance to refuse, she quickly wiped his body clean, and then ruthlessly fired a ball of fire, burning the soft handkerchief clean.
