Perhaps he was satisfied with His Majesty the Demon Lord's obedience, and Mengsheng Yanluo, which was hovering around his waist, finally moved away.
A'luo felt slightly relieved, thinking that the matter would be over. He tried hard to calm down and was about to ask Bailian about the Burning Heart Fruit.
But who would have thought that he would speak first: "The wine just now comes from Xianling City."
A'rao narrowed her eyes slightly, thinking he was going to ask her how she got the fairy wine.
Sure enough, did it still make him suspicious?
A'luo's mind was racing, and he was about to speak when he heard Bailian ask in a calm tone: "Is there still wine?"
He wasn't actually interested in questioning the origin of the fairy wine?
A'rao couldn't help but be slightly startled, wondering whether he was addicted to alcohol?
That's fine, he has always had a limited capacity for drinking and will get drunk if he drinks too much.
When he was drunk, he became less aggressive. First, he cut off his claws and smoothed his fur, and then let her take the initiative to do business.
"Of course there is. There are two jars of wine on your bedside. If you like, I...I can ask the internal officials to send some more."
Balian didn't say anything. He reached out with his arm and took out the two jars of wine that were deep inside the soft pillow.
With a sound of "peeling", the sealing altar was pulled open. The price of this rare and precious fairy wine can be worth as much as a medium-sized city among all the countries.
A'luo had just left half the jar wasted, but Bailian didn't feel any distress at all and just used the precious wine as water.
A line of cool wine overflowed and slid down the perfectly curved neck, and all the red marks on the pale skin were blurred and washed away.
The cold wine dripped down his chest and fell on A'luo like a clear spring splashing jade.
The scar on the back was hit by the cold wine, and the burning pain suddenly felt cold and stinging.
A'luo let out a soft cry, sweating on his forehead from the pain, and couldn't help but shrink back, humming: "It's so cold..."
Balian ignored her complaint and said with cold eyes: "Bear it."
Although his calm voice contained a command, his attitude towards her was not harsh.
A'luo sensed an indescribable and dangerous change in Bailian's body. He no longer looked like the innocent young man who had never seen the world of mortals last night, but looked more like his master back then.
But not entirely.
The light from the lamp divided his face into half-light and half-dark.
Crow Ling's dark eyebrows and facial features seem to belong to the extremely well-behaved and gentle type.
Even though A'luo knew in his heart that this was most likely a deceptive illusion, he still couldn't help but stare at it.
She stared blankly as he carefully wiped away the traces on his body, and the cold white skin fell out bit by bit.
Covered in a snow-white animal blanket, she looked like a demon in the skin of a god. This skin and temperament were enough to make her lose her heart again and again!
Soon, her name was no longer on his body.
But A'luo knew that there was still a brand-like mark that he couldn't wash away with wine. He had her marks on him and he would never be able to get rid of her in this life.
Thinking of this, A'rao couldn't help but feel a strange restlessness in his body, and his body couldn't help but sway slightly.
Balian's movement of wiping her body paused slightly, his eyes were calm, and he stretched out his hand to hold her slim waist: "Did I let you move?"
The curtains fluttered gently, breaking up the scenery in the room.
A'luo snorted softly, rested his chin on the soft pillow, and said, "What's the air about you?"
Balian's eyes turned cold, and he reached out to grab a handful of her green silk hair, put it between his palms and fingers, and pulled a handful of her hair gently, forcing her to lean back and raise her head.
The movements couldn't be described as rough, but they couldn't be called gentle either. Aluo didn't feel the pain of tearing her hair, but she could clearly feel the wild energy in him.
For such a gentle and polite person, she was forced to behave like this as she wanted, without following the rules, and A'luo admired her a little.
A jar of freshly opened wine was pressed tightly against her lips, and his particularly cold voice came from behind: "Drink it."
The forcing tone made A'rao a little unhappy, but when she thought that this was the first time he had personally fed her wine, all the unpleasantness in her heart was immediately gone.
There was something very wrong with Balian at the moment, but His Majesty the Demon Lord, who was so lustful and unconscious, gradually ignored this because of his initiative.
She opened her mouth obediently and drank the fairy wine he poured into her mouth.
Balian poured the wine in a leisurely manner. He poured half a jar of wine into her stomach without spilling a drop, and then stopped what he was doing.
A'rao's hair relaxed and he fell back onto the pillow.
She half-supported her body, her charming red face was slightly tipsy, her long eyes were full of sparkling light, and she licked the wine on her lips and said: "If you want to get me drunk, half a jar of wine is not enough."
Balian shook the wine bottle and said, "You can only drink half of it."
A'luo frowned slightly, and suddenly realized that Bai Lian's behavior at this moment was very similar to the bastard thing she had just done to him.
Where is the initiative to drink and flirt.
He was clearly fighting tooth for tooth, eye for eye!
A'rao's confused mind turned slowly and slowly.
After drinking, what did she do again?
Oh, by the way, she used Mengsheng Yanluo to burn two marks on him.
A'luo subconsciously looked at Mengsheng Yanluo, who was thrown aside, with an expression of fear.
Balian, who noticed her gaze, sneered and said, "Your name is engraved on it. Even if I want to pay you back, I naturally won't use this thing?"
A'luo asked innocently: "Then what do you plan to use?"
Balian smiled, very coldly: "It's not what you want anyway?"
A'luo's face was on fire. She always felt that he was taunting her just now. She kicked him angrily: "What do you want?"
Balian didn't say anything, but pushed her forward. The next moment, the sharp fangs slowly stretched out from the gap between her lips, his eyes were sharp and his pupils were red.
A'luo suddenly felt something bad, and wondered whether he wanted to give her the gift of blood and assimilate her into a corpse demon?
This idea is too absurd. Now that she has inherited the royal lineage, in terms of the nobleness of her bloodline, she can be on an equal footing with the descendants of generals, ministers and kings. Between the two, there is no one who can suppress the other.
In the midst of doubt, Arao felt the back of her neck tighten, and a hand pressed her head hard into the soft pillow.
The other hand of the person behind her passed through her slender waist, and when she lifted it suddenly, a sharp piercing pain came from the skin of her waist.
A sour, numb, and itchy stinging sensation instantly occupied A'luo's entire nerves.
She couldn't help but straighten her legs, and she was stunned.
Was her... waist gnawed? !
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain! ! ! ! !
I don’t know what kind of life-eating thing is wrapped in those fangs. The punctured wound is extremely cold at one moment, and extremely hot at the other. It tortures the human heart like a needle pricking and burning!
"It hurts! It hurts so much! Let me go!" A'rao kicked her legs backwards, the pain was excruciating, and she cried out in vain.
This painful process didn't last long before Balian let go of her body and looked at the two bright red teeth marks on her body with a dark gaze.
This was the first time in his life that he injected his own corpse poison.
It wasn't the blood gift that A'luo thought, but letting his own breath fall deeply into the other person's body.
Simply leaving an indelible mark.
From the two tooth marks, a crimson flower from the other side grew slowly and windingly.
Reflected in the skin as white as snow, a different kind of beauty is charming and moving.
A'luo was so shocked by the sight that she turned over almost with all her strength. She looked at Balian with wet tears and cried heavily: "How can you bite my waist? That kind of place... that How can you plant a place..."
Balian raised his eyes casually, with a trace of wet blood on his lips: "So you also know that there are some places that are not allowed to be touched?"
His expression suddenly turned fierce: "Then you are still stamping words on me?!"
A'rao lowered his gaze and saw that the bright red handwriting on his body was particularly eye-catching and clear.
At that time, she was so angered by his words that she lost her mind, and she regretted doing such a rebellious thing.
It's just that the matter has been done, and regretting and admitting his mistake now may be difficult to quell his anger.
Balian glared at her: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you! Didn't your husband tell you this?"
A'luo was so frightened by his fierce look that she almost cried. She trembled all over and said with a choked voice: "I...my husband died early, and I was born stupid. I can't remember what Mr. Daquan said." , you...don't be cruel to me."
It’s quite quick to give in now. , what have you been doing! !
Balian's eyes were cold: "You still owe me something, and you must pay it back as soon as possible."
He gently held the animal blanket that had fallen off his shoulders, his eyes cold, and ordered: "Lie down."
Ah Rao didn't dare to lie down properly. She covered her waist with both hands and shook her head desperately.
Bai Lian bared his teeth and looked fierce.
Good guy, there's still blood on the fangs.
It took Aluo a while to gather his courage, and he lay down obediently, leaning his head on the soft pillow and whimpering like a little animal.
He was so crazy and ruthless before, but now he is so cowardly.
Once caught, it really has no backbone whatsoever.
This demon king is very capable.
Bailian picked up one of her calves and dragged her back to the den like a wild wolf dragging its prey.
A'luo really realized that he had gone too far just now. He was timid and afraid of pain. Now he had no power to fight back and could only rub the back of his hand to please him.
Balian slapped her on the butt and said coldly: "Be honest."
A'luo looked back at him with red eyes: "Does this make you feel better?"
Balian didn't accept this trick: "It's useless to seduce me."
Aluo tried to get close to him by being pitiful and being a good boy, but was ruthlessly exposed.
Balian poured the wine into his palm, condensed it into an ice cube, and tipped it in his hand.
Seeing his cruel look, A'luo's heart almost broke into pieces. She looked at the ice edge in his hand and asked uneasily: "What are you going to do?"
Bailian used the ice edge to sharpen his teeth and grind the tip of the ice pick to be thinner and sharper: "Carve a seal."
As he spoke, the sharp tip pressed against the other side of her waist. With a slight exertion, blood oozed out.
Aluo's face immediately turned pale: "No!"
Balian raised his eyebrows: "Please."
A'luo hurriedly surrendered and begged for mercy: "Please..."
Balian raised his eyebrows higher: "Who are you begging for?"
A'rao tried his best to act coquettishly: "A'rao, please, Sir Si Chen?"
Balian looked unmoved.
The Demon Lord's dignity was completely lost. She turned her eyes and said in a soft and shameless voice: "Please, Master Si Chen ~ Mr. Baili ~ Brother Xiao An ~"
With that sound, brother Xiao An called out in a charming and charming voice, causing Baili An to stop the movements of his hands.
Aluo had a bad smile on his face.
Balian lowered his eyebrows, glanced coldly at Mengsheng Yanluo beside him, pursed his lips and said nothing.
A'luo gave him some colors and wanted to open a dyeing workshop. She kept asking him to change them with "Brother Xiao An".
Balian said with a straight face: "Stop doing this."
A'luo suddenly became anxious: "I've already begged for mercy, why are you still refusing to let me go?"
Balian gave her a nonchalant look, and said with greater force, "Did I say that if you beg for mercy, I will definitely let you go?"
A'luo was speechless for a moment, and just when she was about to talk to him, Bai Lian started to write.
Although he didn't let her go, after all, that brother's voice still played a certain role.
A'luo didn't feel much pain. The sharp ice tip was like a needle, numb and numb, and the ice fell coolly on her buttocks.
She knew that what he wanted to engrave was the word '安'.
The wine in Xianling City was particularly strong, and Bai Lian's technique was gentle. At first, A'rao didn't feel much pain, but as the ice melted, the wine seeped into the wound, and the sour taste could be imagined.
Abruptly, Arao screamed, like a fish on the verge of death out of water, and reacted violently.
Her fingers tightened on the bed quilt, and she choked and looked at Balian pitifully, with a resentful look in her eyes: "It's very uncomfortable..."
This time, Balian didn't ask her to endure it.
He slowly raised a hand to support his chin, with drunken chaos deep in his eyes.
His eyes were deep and slightly cold, and he repeated her words in a leisurely tone: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"
With a touch of sarcasm.
A'luo looked at him and seemed to feel that he was possessed by some evil spirit.
Chunliang's docile appearance was no different from the past, but deep down, his aura seemed to have undergone a huge change.
Seeing A'rao's dumbfounded look, he chuckled, and his long, cold fingertips came to her wound and rubbed circles.
A'luo immediately shrank and his voice suddenly changed: "Well, it feels uncomfortable."
Bai Lian pretended to be surprised: "You can't touch it."
A flush of red appeared at the end of A'rao's eyes, her black hair was rubbed into the snow-white pillow, and a few strands were stained on the sweaty snow shoulders.
Her body was trembling and her eyes were soft: "Stop making trouble..."
Bailian glanced down, but he could only look like "宀".
He said quietly: "Forget it."
A'luo just breathed a sigh of relief when Bai Lian melted the ice wine on his fingertips with a calm expression and said: "The ice has melted, let's find another way to retaliate?"
Demon Lord Aluo: "???"
