What the Lord Demon Lord showed at this moment was not the pity that Ning Feiyan deliberately pretended to show, but the pity that he was really bullied and miserable.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, who would have believed that His Majesty, the Demon Lord in charge of the realm, was bullied into such useless behavior by one of his own petty ministers.
Miss Yin, who had never seen much of the 'world', had no idea what was going on. She just felt that the female devil's anger was inexplicable.
She couldn't help but pick the cotton in her ears, looked sideways at Su Jing, and asked with wonder: "I was watching the scroll carefully just now, what happened on the other side?"
Su Jing rested his head with one hand and held the scroll in the other. The side profile looked like a jade carving. The picture was so quiet and unparalleled. He was concentrating on reading without raising his head: "I was also reading the scroll carefully. You asked the wrong person."
Yin Baishuang's eyes fell in surprise on the wrinkled and curled ancient secretary scroll in her hand.
She thought that your 'seriousness' was too serious. She had read all three books and you hadn't even turned the page yet.
What kind of big-tailed wolf are you pretending to be here?
It was really hateful. Yin Baishuang only knew that Su Jing had a bad temper and was extremely annoying, but he didn't know that despite her glamorous appearance, she actually had such a lazy temper underneath.
My feelings are that I want to leave the nerve-wracking task of finding the world gate to her alone, right?
This bitch!
Bang!
The sword in the Demon Lord's hand was thrown to the ground. She paced back and forth in the palace, her gloomy eyes sucking the misty tears. She looked much harmless and pitiful.
Balian pursed his lips tightly, stretched out his hand with difficulty to pull Ning Feiyan's wet chin, and asked hoarsely: "What on earth do you want to do, are you crazy?!"
Ning Feiyan's delicate arms slowly hooked his neck, her brows were soaked with sweat, and her beautiful expression was deep and blurry, which made people's hearts tremble.
"I don't dare to go crazy. Your Majesty's move is nothing more than wanting my life. If not, how could I survive these seven days of bloodletting?"
Balian glanced at the herbs floating in the tub with an ugly expression.
Ning Feiyan raised her eyebrows and smiled. Xindao was really a smart person. She had already guessed everything without her having to speak too clearly.
She smiled softly in his ear: "Right now, I have only one way to survive."
Baili'an said that he was recovering from his injuries, but how could he develop the illusion of stealing from others.
The succubus' lazily half-opened eyes suddenly contained a strange smile.
Like a bad fox who stole a fat chicken from a hunter, he smiled slyly with great satisfaction.
Balian caught the smile clearly and felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Okay! You are so kind!" The female devil stood up from the corner at some point, her broad and majestic black and gold royal robe hanging on the ground, her cheeks hidden in the shadow of her disheveled hair, saying no It's eerie and eerie.
She was like a puppet that had been manipulated. One of the threads broke, and the devil's head fell to the side with a click.
The whites of her eyes were covered with red threads, and her eyes were dull and gloomy. Her face was full of curses, as if poisonous juice was about to overflow from her eyes.
"Okay! You know how to play! Lord Ninghe, you are very clever in your methods! I am willing to defeat you!"
Youdongdong looked at Ning Feiyan with her eyes unblinking, and she hissed with a smile full of collapse: "Since you want to live so much, then I will give you a good life for four days." Yes, I wish you a good time."
After saying something in a sultry voice, she staggered out of the Hades Palace with a sly smile, dragging her long slanting shadow under the king's robe, feeling indescribably lonely.
boom!
After the female demon lord left, Yin Baishuang no longer looked as calm and heartless as before for some reason.
Her chest rose and fell heavily, her almond-shaped eyes were filled with annoyance, and her snow-white face was covered with a dark blush, burning like a fire.
She threw the book in her hand and slapped it on the table, stood up suddenly, and was very angry. She glared fiercely at Bai Lian and Ning Feiyan, and sighed: "How shameless!"
Then he helplessly covered the small coffin around his waist, fearing that the sleeping child would be awakened and spoiled, so he fled out as if his buttocks were on fire.
The incense burner was curling up on the table, and Su Jing was sitting upright, with no confusion on his face. The outline displayed in the scented mist was almost graceful and cold.
She slowly closed the case file she had read in her hand, smoothed out the wrinkles, and placed it very politely and thoughtfully.
Then he stood up and raised his hands, smoothing down the two rabbit ears that had stood up on his head along the soft hair.
The wind blows up the night and messes up the night.
Su Jing walked slowly to the door of the palace. When he left, he looked back and glanced at Ning Feiyan. His voice was as cold and calm as smoke: "Is this why you chose the glazed bathtub?"
There was a sudden explosion in Bailian's mind. He quickly looked down and saw that the blood spreading in the water had stopped at some point, and the ink-colored medicine faded and turned clear.
A mouthful of old blood welled up in his throat, and Balian really wanted to die.
"Are you satisfied?" Balian's fangs were almost worn out, and he was so angry looking at the succubus sniggering in his arms.
"I was a little dissatisfied." Ning Feiyan chuckled, looking at the boy's Adam's apple rolling in front of her with blurred eyes.
Tan opened his mouth slightly and bit into it.
He is quite strong and is a wild cat that can bite people.
Balian calmed down and couldn't help but sigh. He gently placed his head on her shoulder and whispered: "Feiyan, I'm sorry that I have caused trouble to you this time."
Ning Feiyan stared blankly at the white jade hairpin in his bun. It was the long secret jade left by the Demon Lord.
To be honest, Balian was in critical condition after surviving the catastrophe, and he managed to capture her here and let her be bled. She was slaughtered like a cow or a sheep. It would be a lie to say that she didn't have any complaints in her heart.
Today's shameless and crazy actions are mostly out of revenge against the female devil.
Ning Feiyan didn't want to die. What she had worked hard for all these years and was as solid as a rock was to live an extremely gorgeous life and leave her name in these eternal years.
She would never fall in love for those illusory things, let alone sacrifice her life for anyone.
In the end, I can only live in those few insignificant and worthless tears when others express their nostalgia and sadness.
She is such a selfish demon, a demon who is afraid of pain, death, and injury, so she refuses to give her sincerity.
The hot body is caused by the nature of the succubus. She caters to her tenderly and shows off her pitiful coquettishness, all in order to survive these seven days.
This body is the best weapon she can use.
A succubus who is accustomed to deceiving people, and a witch who is accustomed to playing with the hearts of women.
Balian's apology at this moment is her best weakness to take advantage of.
He is just like those stinky men. He can be easily manipulated into applause by showing off his pity and sex appeal.
So Ning Feiyan, what are you still hesitating about?
Opening its fangs, it penetrated into his neck, and just like hunting for food in the past, it took him into its lair, and ate him up ruthlessly, letting the Demon King taste the boundless pain.
It’s exciting to think about.
Finger caressing the hosta, Ning Feiyan was carefully gazing at her with loving eyes, lingering emotions, thinking about how to do this great show.
With her eyelashes fluttering, Ning Feiyan took out the hosta from Bai Lian's hair and threw it away in the blink of an eye.
For some reason, her tone was light and calm: "If you didn't have a perfect plan, you wouldn't have taken the risk to overcome the tribulation without permission. I'm afraid you already had a way to solve the peacock feather poison. It was just that you were comatose and weak after the tribulation, and the devil mistook you for you. It’s in danger.”
Balian didn't expect her thoughts to be so delicate. He nodded and said, "Yes, the peacock feather poison cannot kill me."
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "In this case, there is no implication. Since you have a way to save yourself, I can't be considered as having the grace to save you. After careful calculation, I am the only one who has the grudge here. With the devil.
She knows that I am pregnant with your child. No matter what, she cannot tolerate me. Now it is just an excuse. After all, I borrowed your light to barely survive these seven days. "
What is she saying?
Why are you telling him this?
Ning Feiyan looked at his long scattered hair with deep eyes, reached out and took a handful in the palm of her hand, staring blankly at the cold and wet hair passing through her fingers.
Thinking calmly.
finally……
She came to a conclusion.
After all, he is different from those who can be used.
Most of the thousands of men in the world have become chess pieces in her hands, and among them there is no shortage of men who offer their hearts to her.
It's just that it's different after all.
She wouldn't let those people touch her, get close to her, and caress her.
But he can do it, because of the saying, "When a couple is in love, their fortune is gone."
She could let him possess her without restraint.
Her feelings for him were not the demented and brainless feeling of falling in love, but an extremely calm mood that she enjoyed the recognition of.
That kind of using him in an upright and fair way, rather than calculating feelings in a vain and cowardly way.
Because he knew all her false viciousness and sinister selfishness.
In front of him, she never needed to pretend.
Ning Feiyan had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.
She does not hide her nature and desires, her charming eyes are not as beautiful as silk, and she only has arrogant and passionate pure desire to choose and devour others.
"You pity me and serve me. We still have four days to spare. Silly cat, you have to be prepared."
The senior succubi have always been unwilling to use their bodies to support others, and would only use cruel methods to make those lustful and stupid people pay a heavy price.
Ning Feiyan raised her jade hand to caress his face, but for some reason, she was in a trance.
This stupid cat is not stupid, nor is he lustful. He is also born fair and pure, so if such a cute thing is ruined by her, it will be difficult to find a second one, which will be a pity.
She Ning Feiyan was not someone who liked the new and disliked the old. She was used to using one thing and then changing it to another one would definitely feel disgusting.
What's more, his taste is so pleasant and suits the succubus' taste.
right! She just liked his taste and smell, just like she loved food. What made her so soft-hearted and couldn't bear to destroy it was because of her appetite and had absolutely nothing to do with him.
Keeping them is also done on a whim. One day when you no longer need them or get tired of playing with them, you can just break them and throw them away.
Ning Feiyan thought deeply and found a perfect reason for herself, convincing herself thoroughly.
But she didn't remember it at all. The nature of a succubus stays with her throughout her life, reappearing once a year.
Wait until the day when you don't need it and get tired of it...even if it's subtle and invisible.
This long-cherished wish may not be realized in this life.
The sound of water swayed, the curtains fluttered gently, the sky outside was dark, and there were no stars.
On the elegant pavilion terrace, meteors are passing by, the long night is fading away, and the east is dawning.
It's early morning when the stars are gone.
In the cold spring, a heavy snow fell untimely in the palace.
The palace of the underworld is cold and cold, snow foam sweeps across the ancient vermilion railings of Panlong Yunhai, half a roll of bamboo is blown by the wind, making a bleak sound, and a few palace people are carefully sweeping the snow on the steps of the corridor.
The royal palace was particularly deserted and quiet in the early morning. The wind was blowing and the snow was blowing. The whistling sound of the wind and snow stirred up the cries of the elegant sparrows lying in the night, adding a sense of loneliness and gloominess to this magnificent ancient palace for no reason.
The demon girl palace servant, who was sweeping the snow seriously with her head down, suddenly screamed and the broom in her hand fell to the ground.
People from the surrounding palaces gathered around her, looking at the snow swept away beneath her body... and there were layers of frozen blood.
Everyone's faces suddenly turned pale. The snowfall last night was very heavy and the snow was very deep. A strange snowstorm occurred in the palace. In just one day, half of the leftover corpses were swept out.
The mutilated corpse seemed to have been devoured by evil dogs. It was in a mess and its original appearance could no longer be seen. Just looking at the clothes she was wearing, it looked like the robes of a demon official.
The young palace attendant swallowed her cold saliva. After all, she served as a cleaner in the palace. Even though she was the lowest level demon servant, she still had the most basic psychological quality.
The girl did not continue to panic. She lowered her voice and said: "This is the internal official, serving His Majesty the Demon Lord. How could he appear here like this?"
Another palace man looked pale and ugly, and guessed: "There are not many people who dare to kill people in the palace, and they are also ministers. Do you think it could be His Majesty..."
The scene fell into silence for a while.
After a long time, the young palace lady spoke again: "Four... four days ago, His Majesty was in a bad mood when he came out of the Hades Palace. I heard... I heard that the four hundred and fifty-seven monsters on the Dong Mountain were slaughtered by Your Majesty overnight. It's all gone, and the behavior seems to be crazy and venting anger..."
Another palace man glanced at her angrily: "Four hundred and fifty-seven monsters, what do they mean? I remember that the demon king's slaughter has not stopped all night, and the bright moon does not fall from the sky, so he went to kill with all his body. A trip to the land of Dongming caused three thousand ghosts and ghosts to cry and curse the earth. In less than half a day, they fed the three thousand ghosts and ghosts to the sword talisman. After several killings, the hostility in his body did not decrease but increased. After returning to Mozhou, I brought out Lord Shu Ci who had returned to Qing Xiao Mountain honestly. We had been fighting for a day and a night, but now no news about Lord Shu Ci has come out from the mountain. It is said that he does not know whether he is alive or dead."
"Isn't it?" The young lady in the palace exclaimed in shock: "That is the River of Immortality, Master Shuci. Even if your Majesty is higher in cultivation than Master Shuci, it is impossible to kill her, right?"
"Who knows?" An old palace man lowered his waist and sighed: "In short, the old woman has lived for most of her life and served three generations of kings. She has never said that His Majesty the Demon King is as good as the current one. Crazy devils have no temper. Although Lord Shu Ci cannot die, he can still be beaten back to his original form and sealed in the future."
The young lady in the palace shuddered: "Lord Shu Ci is a demon river. If your majesty kills him like this, wouldn't it mean that the demon world will be in turmoil?"
The old palace man sneered and said, "Why do you care so much about the affairs of these big shots? Just sweep your house."
"But..." Suddenly, a short palace man who kept quiet looked at the broken limbs on the ground, frowned and said: "Even though His Majesty has been crazy in the past four days, the bloody acts he committed are far away. They walked into this palace, as if they were afraid of letting anyone see this cruel and crazy scene. Tongshan, Dongming Land, and even Qingshan Mountain were all far away. The corpse we swept out was really Will His Majesty be able to take action?"
Everyone was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer.
The young lady in the palace sighed. Although she was young, she came from a place in the demon world, but she did not show any sympathy for the corpse on the ground. Although she sighed, her eyes were naturally indifferent: " Get rid of the body quickly, it’s really unlucky to find such a bloody thing early in the morning.”
If this internal official is still alive, he will always receive the awe and respect of these humble palace people. But now that he is a ball of rotten flesh and his fame is hidden after death, in their mouth, it is nothing more than an 'unlucky thing'. .
Quickly clean up the room.
The wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, as frozen as a black and white picture scroll.
Wearing red clothes and dripping with blood, he walked through the vast and magnificent world of snow and came here.
The wind was calm, the snow was frozen, and in the still picture, only the fluttering blood-red clothes and the jingling anklets shone brightly.
The faces of all the palace officials were pale and frightened, and they knelt down and saluted like twigs and grass: "See you, Your Majesty!"
In the peripheral vision, everyone was trembling, and their bodies were filled with aura of surrender.
What they saw in the hands of the Demon King, the blood-stained silver anklet, was clearly the accessory that Master Shu Ci never left behind!
Looking at the attire of His Majesty the Demon King, it is even more terrifying.
A head of miserable black hair danced wildly in the wind, like a demon or madness. The black and gold royal robe that he was wearing dignifiedly had fallen somewhere. Only a thin middle coat was left. The light fabric had already been soaked and stained with blood. The original color is no longer visible.
Such a beautiful woman, as if she had just been fished out of bloody water, with a violent posture. Viewed from a distance in the black and white wind and snow world, she actually has a twisted and sickly scarlet beauty.
At this time, everyone only had one cold thought left in their hearts:
Your Majesty the Demon Lord, I am afraid you are crazy!
Wouldn't they also ask His Majesty to kill them? !
The desperate death did not happen to them as they thought.
Just when everyone thought that His Majesty the Demon Lord was crazy, she walked barefoot among the white snow, her blood-colored clothes flying gently, her dark eyes were calm, and she seemed unaware of her crazy appearance, as if she had just come down from court. He nodded slightly to everyone as if returning to the palace: "Everyone, get up."
The legs of the palace people were weak, and they could hardly stand up. They all supported me, and I supported you, and stood up with trembling thanks.
The Demon Lord said again: "Everyone, please retreat."
The young palace lady hesitated and said: "But there is no snow on the palace road yet..."
The female devil raised her sleeves and flicked them, and the thick snow disappeared quickly. The long bluestone steps were as translucent and clean as if they had been washed with water. She repeated lightly: "Step back."
How dare they stay here any longer, they packed up their brooms and flew away as if they were running away.
The strong wind from heaven and earth rolled up heavy snow again.
The female devil walked through the long steps of the Shinto and came to the deserted corner of the palace. She slowly squatted down and hugged her knees.
It was dim in the corner, and her dark pupils were so dark that they were piercingly black. Unlike the bright red bloody clothes, her lips did not show any color at all. Her brow bones and cheeks reflected the cold and thrilling gloominess in the half-light and half-sleep. pale.
The heavy snow slanted across the eaves and fell on her thin shoulders. It quickly accumulated a thick layer and buried her into a little snowman.
The Demon King who is revered in one world, His Majesty who is respected throughout the world.
At this moment, he is like a lost and helpless child, huddled in a small ball and unable to find his home.
The hostility around her body was gradually buried by the cold snow, until the thick bloody murderous intention around her body was washed away by the heavy snow. Then she stood up and shook off the broken snow. Her skin was cold and white with the cold.
The fluttering snow took away the blood and killing in her clothes, turning into thin snow-white clothes that fluttered gently in the wind, and the cold wind under the eaves made her black hair dazzled.
The old crow fluttered its wings in the sky, its hoarse cry was like withered sand leaves, silent and far away.
Bang bang!
She patted her cheeks hard, forcing herself to look energetic and softer.
After doing this, she raised her head and glanced at the rising sun in the east, gradually becoming flush with the crimson moon.
The Demon Lord sighed helplessly, thinking that there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't avoid him all his life.
After coaxing herself up very considerately, she pulled her cheeks with her fingers, gave a faint smile, and made herself look no different from usual before walking towards the Hades Palace.
Creak!
The heavy palace door was gently pushed open.
The Demon Lord approached the palace without a trace of violence and blood. The warm incense burning in the room had already warmed him up, and a subtle aura lingered around him.
The veins on her forehead twitched, but she finally held back, and her gaze slipped away.
I saw several layers of gauze coats covering the tub, completely covering the water surface. Ning Feiyan seemed to be extremely exhausted, leaning against the inner wall of the tub and falling asleep soundly. Looking at her rosy and healthy face, it was astonishing that she had survived four The cold erosion of the sun.
His faint eyes slid towards her snow-white and slender neck, and he couldn't move away for a long time.
"Is Your Majesty planning to strangle Lord Ning He to death?" Balian's voice came from the side. The female devil turned her eyes and looked away, looking at the young man sitting behind the screen.
After finishing his hard 'schoolwork', Balian found his Bi Shui Jade on the bookshelf in the hall. There was a change of clothes prepared in advance, so he took a basin of water, washed away the medicinal properties on his body, and changed into a clean suit. clothes.
It's not a disgrace to the emperor.
But the female demon king said: "Actually, you don't have to guard me like a thief. After the thunder tribulation, I was the one who brought you back to the Hades Palace. It was also I who took off your clothes and carried you into the bath."
Hey this...
The women in the demon world are really more bold and shameless than the other, right?
Balian resisted the urge to hit someone and said calmly: "In the early hours of last night, I really thought I heard some unusual noises outside the palace, like wild animals chewing corpses."
The female devil's brows twitched and said: "You must have been very busy last night, and all your energy should have been spent on Ning Feiyan. How could you be distracted and listen to these insignificant sounds?"
His tone was sour and hateful, and his flat tone couldn't cover up the sound of grinding his teeth.
Balian was choked and said slightly angrily: "I'm talking to you about business. There was an unusual and evil atmosphere last night. You..."
As he spoke, he paused slightly, frowned and stood up.
The female devil was stunned: "Me?"
Balian walked up in two steps and looked down at her feet: "Why doesn't your majesty wear shoes?"
The tone of the inquiry was very calm, even flat, without any hint of concern, it was just a simple inquiry.
But outside the window, the heavy snow that should not belong to this season stopped silently, and the crimson moon that was rising at the same level as the early sun gradually sank into the sky.
The tender green branches and buds sprouted through the snow, growing among the cold eaves and green tiles, swaying and trembling, full of life.
The empty and unfulfilled heart of the female devil is like the bud on the eaves of the green tiles, adding a few bursts of vitality.
She raised her head, and her dull black pupils were like little stars lighting up, twinkling with joy.
The little bare feet stained with snow and mud were put back into the clothes hesitantly, and the instep of one foot rubbed the back of the other foot, trying to wipe away the dirty marks on them.
Balian was amused by her childish behavior. For some reason, he felt a little pitiful about her, so he handed her the towel he had just used to wipe his wet hair: "Clean it? I'll find a pair of shoes for you."
