"Master can accept a little devil on the side of the road casually. Since my disciple can't stand your eyes like this, I have no choice but to smash your self-esteem to bits with my own hands.
If one Yun Rong is not enough, how about I add the human lives that are still surviving in the world?
After one night, I put an end to the phenomenon of these demons causing harm to the world, allowed mankind to establish a state, allowed monks to practice Taoism, restored the spiritual veins of the human world, and stopped killing indiscriminately. "
She felt a little empty in her heart, knowing that she would lose him forever, but she still couldn't help but say this.
Maybe she knew that he was not hers in the first place, and since she was dispensable in his life, she might as well let him forget the shame of this night for the rest of his life.
After all, hate often lasts longer than love.
If you can't keep something, then make it completely dirty. It's better than leaving it clean and giving it to others.
Sure enough, the look of disgust and disappointment in his eyes grew stronger and stronger: "Are you nothing but threats?"
"With other methods, Master will compromise?"
He fell silent and stopped arguing with her. He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, and tried his best to suppress the unquenchable waves in his heart.
He didn't have too much entanglement and struggle in his heart. He was good at self-examination and believed that the fact that A'luo would become like this today had an inextricable relationship with him as the master.
It was because he didn't do a good job, because he didn't know how to be a role model for others, and he drowned her into what she was like now.
He felt confused and even a little desperate, but his face was still calm and almost ruthless, saying: "Once tonight is over, don't call me Master again."
A'rao's pupils shrank, his eyes looked strange for a moment, and then the corners of his lips curled up: "Master and I can't be strangers."
He looked at her coldly and said nothing.
A'luo did not compromise: "Master is not qualified to negotiate terms with me."
He closed his eyes: "Then from now on, I will no longer answer your call."
"Master..."
A'rao's shoulder was pushed to the ground by him who stood up. Under the moonlight, his gaze was condescending, his hair fell on the side of her face, and his voice was as cold as an ice lake.
"Whatever you want, I'll give it to you. I hope that His Majesty the Demon King will promise me and never forget it. Even if I die useless on this road tonight, you don't appear in front of me. "
A'rao clenched her fingers, and her heart was so painful that she couldn't say a word.
There is no need to pick up the clothes scattered everywhere.
The petals of the thorn jungle trembled.
A'rao opened her eyes with a confused expression. Under the moonlight, she saw that the man's handsome face was stained with a thin layer of red. There was regret and unwillingness in his eyes.
She struggled to push herself up, wanting to hug him to give him comfort and encouragement.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she sat up, he pushed her down again.
"Lie down, don't talk, don't move."
His heavy pupils were already moist. He took a breath and said, "I know what you want, so I'll give it to you."
A'luo opened her eyes slightly and was about to speak when Master kissed her delicate lips.
She was shocked by his initiative, and felt an indescribable joy in her heart. She couldn't help but pry open her master's raw lips, and steal them carefully.
Immediately, she felt his body stiffen slightly, and his eyes became dark and dangerous.
A'luo was a little afraid of his appearance, so she had to retreat timidly.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the master suddenly pressed her head and kissed her back with an undeniable dominance.
After the kiss, his lips were bright red and particularly tempting, and she couldn't help but want to continue kissing him.
Master, who saw the desire in her eyes, asked: "Do you like it?"
She nodded crazily.
"Still want it?"
She continued to nod.
He stopped moving and placed his palms on A'rao's body. Her heart was beating very fast, but her voice was very calm: "But I don't like it here. If you find another place, you can come wherever you want."
He didn't want Yun Rong to see or hear.
If this request were made from the beginning, he would definitely not agree to it given his perverted and domineering temper.
He had no choice but to be tempted step by step, retreating in order to advance.
Sure enough, Aluo agreed without hesitation.
Deeper in the woods.
A'luo was lying among the rocks and suddenly chuckled.
"Master has been hiding the sword for thousands of years, but now A'luo is hiding the sword for once."
Even her name was tainted by her for such a shameful reason, and the last string of tolerance finally broke.
A'luo saw that an angry Master was actually very scary.
The demon king began to cry and beg for mercy in a very undignified manner.
He tapped his thin long lips together and said seriously: "A night is a night as promised. I have taught you since you were a child that you should taste the consequences of what you have planted. You should not mess with things you should mess with." It made me angry, so even if it hurts, I will cry through the night."
"I said, I will give you whatever you want. Even if you can't afford it, you have to bear it."
"Ouch...Master, don't hide the sword anymore. I won't hide the sword anymore. Please...I know I was wrong."
For him, if he could, he really didn't want to use this method to educate his disciple and make her admit her mistakes.
Hearing the out-of-breath begging for mercy from His Majesty the Demon Lord, and seeing her being subdued by the master who had no cultivation, Fang Geyu breathed out, and all the depression in his heart was suddenly cleared away, and he felt refreshed. .
After feeling refreshed for a while, Miss Fang suddenly realized, why is she enjoying herself here?
As winter passes and spring comes, the wild water is clear and the cloud formations cast heavy shadows.
It was a stormy night from the west, and the ground was red and withered and cold.
There are butterflies on the shoulders, the hairpins are covered with snow, and the cold anvils are rustling and the clothes are in chaos.
The wind is clear and silent, the stars are hidden in the clouds, and there is a green and gray sun in the east, sinking up the mountain.
The black royal robe with gilt trim and jade was gathered around the body of Demon Lord A'luo. The belt was still somewhere deep in the jungle, so the solemn and gorgeous royal robe was a little loose and messy. She supported her waist and supported the tree, her face was pale. , but her lips are bright red, and her delicate and beautiful eyes are covered with tired blue and black eye bags.
The over-indulgent Lord Demon King looked with fear at Balian, who was wearing plain green clothes in the depths of the forest.
He was leaning against an old tree, wiping his hands carefully with a handkerchief. The cold sunlight falling in the forest was stretched into a cool halo by the green clothes on his body.
If it weren't for the redness and dampness in his eyes that hadn't completely dissipated, it would have been difficult for A'luo to believe that the person in front of him belonged to her last night.
When he raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes were really no different from looking at a stranger.
"It's daybreak."
Aluo snorted, carefully hiding the madness and paranoia in his eyes.
From that day on, he never called her Aluo again.
She also no longer calls him Master.
The memories of his life are like snow blown by the wind, floating in the air. No one knows when the snowflakes will melt and disappear from the world.
Scattered memory fragments were scattered and messy.
Kunlun Pure Ruins, mountains and seas, and countless small worlds flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern.
