The sound of rain outside the window is pattering. Xianling City is known as the city that never sleeps. On the eaves and teeth hall, the brilliance of the night pearl carries the clear shadow of the lantern in front of the window lattice. The faint broken flowers are scattered on the ground, slanting through the palace window and looking inward. Spread over.
The wind, flowers, rain and moon add to the upsetting mood.
Ning Feiyan looked at the exquisite patterns carved on the wall with dull eyes, her mind was confused for a moment.
She was completely unprepared, and the unspeakable shame caused a thrilling blush to appear on her frowning and painful face.
She subconsciously wanted to escape.
Clean and snow-white soft mattresses are embellished with plum paintings.
Ning Feiyan's struggling movements suddenly froze, and she seemed to understand something instantly. Her usually elegant light-colored pupils fell into a void and confusion for a long time.
The hand holding the back of her neck was released at some point, and the pale and cold fingers traced her back and waistline, taking strong control of her body that she was trying to escape.
Lips with a hint of drunkenness suddenly fell on her white shoulders.
It was not a kiss, but a gesture of eating.
There was a deep tingling sensation on her skin, the cold fangs bit her open deeply, and the debilitating corpse poison slowly poured into her body. There was an indescribable feeling...
Ning Feiyan made a trembling and suppressed voice unbearably, and her slender eyebrows furrowed even lower.
Ning Feiyan had never been treated like this before, and the unfamiliar and cold palm made her feel angry and disgusted.
Although the succubus' nature is indulgent and easy to fall into lust, she usually holds a high position and no one dares to invade her.
Even though in the outside world she was famous for being romantic and ruthless, playing in the world of mortals, but she was the only one who knew that her romantic and ruthless nature was probably only known by the word ruthless.
She extremely hates the racial nature of succubi. Just because of their appearance, succubi are famous all over the world. However, because of their weak strength, succubi have been unable to protect themselves since ancient times. Their fate is tragic.
Even in today's world where good and evil are clearly divided, whether it is in the palaces of nobles from all walks of life in the demon world, or in the Hanshan solitude of hundreds of immortal families, there are still many charm slaves hidden for people's pleasure and torture, and they are adopted by the strong for cultivation. .
There are already many succubi who have broken their own destiny and nature. Nowadays, any succubus who can gain a foothold on the side of the demon clan and keep up with them has not rolled all the way and crawled across the bed of the demon king, the demon general, and the prince.
Even if she hates and resists her at first, it doesn't matter. The succubus's dissolute nature is like a curse. If she doesn't engage in sexual matters at all, once she does, it will lead to eternal sinking and indulgence day by day.
Ning Feiyan is good at playing with men, but she has been involved in the world of mortals for so many years, but she has never touched her body.
Today, she suffered a serious fall.
The light flickered and the shadow cast into the wall.
The young man pressing behind her was still biting her shoulder, and blood overflowed from under his lips, winding down and accumulating into the thin and delicate collarbone, looking extremely miserable.
She bit her lip tightly, unable to suppress the sounds of pain from escaping. Her dark pupils were filled with heavy darkness, and the look in her eyes was a mess.
She pressed her sweaty chin against the wall and gently wiped it with a finger.
She stared at the red marks on her fingertips for a moment, then suddenly smiled sadly.
What an unbearable body. She was clearly heartless and had no obsession with the young man behind her. However, this curse-like body was extremely taunting.
What's even more ridiculous is that this young man regarded her as someone else.
Ning Feiyan wiped the blood from her fingertips on Balian's pale cheeks, and Balian raised a pair of scarlet and enchanting eyes to look at her, his eyes completely devoid of human clarity.
Ning Feiyan pinched his chin, her cheeks flushed, and she looked at him with cold eyes, but her voice was surprisingly relaxed and casual: "Everything is fate, and you can't control it at all. Young man, if my body is broken, I will be bad." Well, anyway, they will be trampled and rotted into the ground in the end..."
He was almost knocked into the wall and was in a state of embarrassment. She did not forget to hold his chin leisurely, looked at Bailian's face carefully, and commented: "It's just such a small appearance." She is extremely good-looking and well-liked by people, but having her ruined by your hands is not that disgusting."
As the woman swayed, the hair on her forehead fell down softly, inevitably adding a bit of charm.
She gasped, and continued in a charming but cold voice: "But I hope you can stop here. What you have eaten now is a succubus. If my racial nature is completely aroused, you will be the one to suffer."
Balian's scarlet eyes came over and looked into hers solemnly. Suddenly, he lowered his head, opened his mouth and took one of her fingers into his mouth, biting it gently with his pointed teeth: "No more." ?”
Ning Feiyan's eyelids twitched, and she was actually able to discuss things carefully. This young man is pretty good.
She said seriously: "No more."
Su Jing's eyes were dark and her fingers were tightly gripping the sheets.
Unexpectedly, Balian suddenly lowered his head and bit her neck, and said coldly: "Aluo, since you proposed a night, then it is a night. If you want to hide the sword, you should keep your word!"
Ning Feiyan couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He was whimpering and cursing intermittently, and he couldn't hear the content of the curse clearly.
Only a few confusing words like 'bastard', 'barbarian' and 'who is your Aluo' can be vaguely heard.
I don't know if it was because of fear, but her body was shaking unnaturally, and her pretty face was buried in the wall.
Her cold eyes gradually lost their clarity, and her mind was extremely confused.
His Majesty the Demon Lord and this young man are playing tricks like tigers and wolves, hiding swords? Can this thing be called a sword? Can there be such a hidden method?
In the past, Your Majesty was bullied by this kid.
But just because His Majesty likes to be a swordsman, it doesn't mean she likes it too.
The green gauze sways like the wind blowing in the room.
The jade couch made a sound, and the female voice sounded soft and sweet.
Ning Feiyan, who had been completely eaten inside and out, could not express her hatred. She was a little weak and tired and said: "You are not allowed to continue."
Balian raised his eyebrows and bit her earlobe hard: "What are you not allowed to do? Aren't you moving on your own?"
Ning Feiyan: "..."
Indeed, once the succubus's nature is opened, it will continue until it is full.
But her heart was unwilling, but her body was extremely honest.
Even when Balian reached out to push her palm away, she could hardly refuse to resist.
Her resistance gradually became weak, and she was slapped against the wall again with a confused look on her face.
If she were not a succubus, there would be countless ways to escape tonight, but she was born with the curse of nature and destiny, and gradually she began to lose her nature.
Nail marks like cat paw prints were left on the wall at some point, and Ning Feiyan's pretty face was as red as drinking strong wine.
Her eyes were almost watery, and vaguely, she felt that it was very difficult to kneel down, and she seemed to be asking him to change his position.
He remained silent and refused.
Ning Feiyan had no choice but to play tricks, rub him gently, and beg coquettishly: "Master, my disciple's legs are weak from his knees. Master, can you punish me in another way? I will never kill anyone again, so just change it." ?”
In the midst of confusion, she actually found that this young man was easy to coax. When he pinched her injured hand, if she could softly call out, "Master, it hurts~", he would start to use his spiritual power. , to heal her broken hand.
Just like now, when she said that she was tired from kneeling, he would mercifully allow her to change to a more comfortable and lazy position.
But if she begs him to be gentle, that is absolutely impossible.
This young man proved to her with facts that he was definitely not a simple person.
It's the city, the night of indulgence.
Clear pond, cold stone.
It was rare for the Emperor to be at ease, so she brewed a cup of snow tea herself, looking relaxed and happy.
The little tiger set up a small fire not far from her, inserted a few skewers into it, and slowly roasted it. If she was quiet and stopped making noises, the little girl would look quite cute and well-behaved.
The female officer Qingxuan also drank a few glasses of Sanqing wine tonight, her eyes were slightly smoked, but she did not lose her manners. She did not need to serve tea tonight, and it was rare to rest. She half-leaned on a jade pillow couch, letting the cold spring night The wind blows on my face, sucking away the drunkenness.
She suddenly turned over. She, who had always been polite and abiding by the rules, became agitated for a rare moment and said, "Your Majesty."
The Emperor's hand holding the tea cup was very steady: "Yes."
Qingxuan angrily said: "How long are we going to watch this farce go on? This is the Four Rivers of the Demon Realm, and that young man is also the new city lord after all. You just sit back and watch them... They do such things under your nose. Come?"
The female official Qingshui who collected the dew at night smiled and said: "This young man has a good waist."
A skewer in the little tiger's hand forgot to spin and was burnt. She opened a pair of bright and innocent big eyes and raised her little head: "Mom, what farce are you watching? Why can't I see anything? What does it mean to have a good waist, who is Sister Qingshui praising?"
Empress Junhuang possessed her and fed her a sip of tea. She didn't mind it and took the burnt skewer in her hand to eat.
She lowered her eyes and smiled, but the smile in her eyes was a little indifferent: "Young people, it is good to be energetic and noisy."
"Don't you think that Sihe is too arrogant? What kind of place does she think Xianling City is!"
"Arrogant?" The corners of the woman's lips curled up slightly, and her tone was vaguely contemptuous: "I don't know, compared to that battle between gods and demons when the world was first divided, when the two clans were fighting to the death, the king of our family spared no effort every day. Even if you have to break your body and bones to go to the forest of the magic city, who is more arrogant?
He lingers day and night in his hometown, and even if his bones are buried there, I don’t care much. It’s just that he lost something that cannot be lost, and this loss took millions of years..."
She smiled softly and continued: "It's true that he helped the Succubus clan up, and today he even gave birth to a River Lord of the Succubus clan. It can be considered that he has done an incredible feat. "
Qingxuan's face was complicated and he said: "My dear, the lost divine source of your Majesty is not only related to his own Taoist veins, but also related to the aura of Kunlun's water. Now your divine body cannot bear the destiny, and it absorbs the water and spiritual essence of Kunlun Mountain day and night. I came to protect the divine body and never thought about my empress...
Even if the Immortal Lord has been greatly favored by the Empress, it is time to repay it. Now that the divine source has been transformed into a legacy, it is in the body of the little succubus. Why not kill the succubus and get the divine source back..."
"Retrieve the divine source?" Cang Nanyi glanced sideways, smiled calmly, and said, "Retrieve the divine source and hand it over to the Lord, and then let him squander it all to raise a group of incredible little witches?"
Can he control himself?
Qingxuan immediately became silent.
Cang Nanyi raised her head and looked into the dark night. She suddenly remembered what the woman who came out of the ice coffin had said to her.
Kunlun's crisis can be solved, and the key lies in the corpse demon boy.
It's just that the solution she proposed is a bit ridiculous.
She wouldn't choose this path.
But that boy and her were indeed useful.
At least, it is slightly more useful than His Majesty, who is wandering around at this moment.
The little succubus was considered a small gift and was sent to the young man.
As for how much divine source he can retrieve tonight, it depends on his own ability and luck.
After all, he is also the master of the four rivers in the demon world, a standout among the succubus clan, and he is also responsible for the core inheritance of the divine source of Tao.
She didn't expect that young man to be able to get back much of the divine source. With his small body and bones, it would be a miracle if he could get even 1% of it. Although it was a little less, it was still a bit of a blessing to her. usefulness.
She lowered her head and took a sip of tea and said: "If he can survive the night, he is quite capable. In this case, he might as well take him back to Kunlun and be taught and trained by you, little green melon."
Qingxuan thought to himself, that's a succubus. After a night, why don't you lie down and come out?
Your Majesty is really cruel.
Even if you were your Majesty back then, it would be difficult for you to work hard all night without sleep, right?
The sky finally shines brightly.
The drunk people in the palace are still in a big dream.
The butterfly poison in Su Jing's body was detoxified and she was completely drunk, but she did not move. She curled up with the quilt and huddled into a small and pitiful ball in the corner of the wall. Her cold eyes were full of black and blue, obviously she had not slept all night. , ears hanging listlessly.
The light entered the room, but the movement in the bed tent still didn't stop.
She twitched her ears slightly, got up and closed the window with a cold face, drew the curtains to prevent the sunlight from entering the room, and packed and folded the messy clothes on the floor. As for those purple clothes and aqua bellybands, she Kicked under the bed.
She put the folded clothes under the bed and neatly arranged the messy boots. After doing this, she wandered around the hall for a while like a wandering spirit, not knowing what else to do.
When she realized that she had nothing to do, Su Jing wrapped herself in the quilt again and huddled back in the corner, pathetically curled up into a ball. Her two fluffy rabbit ears were wilted and their fur was much duller.
The whole day passed like this, and Su Jing's face became colder and colder.
The empress's tea was changed one after another, and the night dew picked by Qingshui's female official was already filled with jade. She had nothing to do tonight, so she simply sat in the courtyard and looked up at the stars.
She sighed and said, "It's been a day and a night."
The girl Lu Gua also pretended to sigh.
After some careful consideration, the empress said seriously: "I think this young man has good qualifications. If he goes to Kunlun, you should take Qingshui with you."
Qing Shui smiled slightly and said, "It's an honor."
Another day passed, and the little mushrooms popped out of the ground at night.
The empress frowned solemnly and looked at Empress Qingxuan.
Qingxuan's eyelids twitched, and he was about to express his objections, but his empress' deep gaze touched her, and she said helplessly: "Qingxuan knows, Qingxuan will do his best to cultivate this child."
Sunset and moonrise, three full days passed.
The female officials who were watching the stars together in the courtyard were speechless all night.
I thought to myself, is that little succubus dead?
Although gods and demons are incompatible, it is inevitable that Master Sihe, who is famous among demons, was tortured to death in this way, and his reputation was somewhat lost.
The empress pinched her fingers and calculated, and came to an astonishing fact. The Zushui Divine Essence that had been lost for millions of years was probably now in that young man's body.
This is really amazing.
After careful consideration, the empress suddenly leaned over and touched the head of the little tiger in her arms, and said with a smile: "Junjun, how about I give you a brother?"
Because of these words, the candied haws in the little tiger's hand suddenly fell to the ground in shock.
Do you think she is a three-year-old child who can only eat candied haws?
Can a creature like brother be born from a mother's belly?
She said rather sadly: "Mother, you always take in two dead disciples, one is crippled, and the other is crippled. If you take in another son now, I'm afraid he will have to be played by you for the rest of his life. I quite like it." As for his, please be merciful."
The little guy doesn't agree with having an older brother. It seems...that he has to find another way to keep the young man by his side.
But...can't he really be raised as a son?
My daughter, who has raised it for so many years, suddenly felt that this little cotton-padded jacket often leaked air and air, and it was no fun to raise it. She also wanted to raise a son to play with.
The empress was quite melancholy and lost.
