"Kill if you want, why bother talking nonsense." Wang Jingxuan held her neck and shouted this never-ending statement.
It was obvious that the sense of powerlessness in her words and the attitude of encouraging her to maintain her dignity pleased Hua Wuxie, and gave him a secret pleasure when he was suffering from some kind of pain.
That's it. This woman has everything in his hands.
He was radiating pleasure so obviously that Wang Jingxuan in front of him could also clearly feel it, which also made her a little confused. Is what she said so funny?
"How could I kill you? You are mine." He lowered his head and said something in Wang Jingxuan's ear. Then the girl's pupils opened slightly, as if she was also calmed by the other person's words.
"So you have to be good and don't force me. I don't want to be rough with you, just watch quietly." As soon as he felt happy, he couldn't help but reveal his identity from his previous life.
Yes, Hua Wuxie was known as Langya Jun in her previous life. Langya was an important place in ancient times, where romantic knights and knights gathered, and capable people emerged in large numbers. The place was named after this place, which is awe-inspiring but also orthodox.
Those who didn't know this nickname thought it was the name of a righteous person, but it turned out to be the nickname of a demon cultivator, and it became known all over the world.
In fact, Hua Wuxie didn't like this account either, but he finally accepted it. Because this name was given to him by Wang Jingxuan, he also said that it suited him very well. He was a man of literary talents and romantic talents, and he was a perfect match for a romantic and passionate prodigal.
He was so dizzy at the time that he actually thought such words were praise and accepted the call happily. Little did he know how the monks all over the world laughed at him.
The suffix "jun" is even more ridiculous. He still couldn't figure out how he could endure it when he had not completely lost his consciousness at that time, and actually acquiesced to such humiliation.
In fact, Hua Wuxie had a title before. When Hua Wuxie was old enough, his mother, Concubine Hua, had given him the name "Qiongtian". When he came to power in the future, he would be called "Qiongtian Demon King".
However, before he could inherit the throne, he followed Wang Jingxuan and left the southeastern border, and he could no longer pass away as the young master of Baihua Palace. At that time, his cultivation level was only comparable to that of a demon elixir, which was equivalent to a monk's golden elixir cultivation level. According to the rules of the world of cultivation, he could not be called a demon king.
But Wang Jingxuan gradually became famous, and various men began to surround her. Either they have an ambiguous relationship with Wang Jingxuan and cannot be separated lightly, or they are simply willing to become this woman's appendage. Some people don't even know what to call them. Over time, as Wang Jingxuan's prestige grew, these men also had a rough name: Mr. XX.
"Langya" is the number given by that woman, and "Jun" is his identity certificate attached to that woman. They didn't need to know who he was, just that he was one of the men.
Rather than respecting them, those people wanted to be friends with Wang Jingxuan, and even wanted to please them, who seemed to have no identity around them.
In his previous life, he was "Langya Lord" until his death, even though his cultivation had already passed the threshold to be called the Demon Lord. The sky has become the gravel of a memory that has been sealed in the distant past, and the world under the sky has probably become a joke. Hua Fei's painstaking efforts were wasted.
However, no matter how disgusted he is, he can't change some habits that are engraved in his bones. He prefers to call himself this king rather than me. In fact, he thinks the account of Qiongtian Demon Lord is very good.
However, Wang Jingxuan had no time to interpret his weird self-proclaimed right now. She was so confused now that she couldn't figure out what this person wanted to do.
"Seeing as you are so anxious, there is no one here that you care about very much." Hua Wuxie said with surprise, as if he had discovered something amazing.
But Wang Jingxuan knew that this person was asking questions knowingly. She didn't believe a word he said.
This person also said that they had known each other for many years. In fact, apart from the chance encounter in Wanping City many years ago, she had only recently become involved with this weird demon cultivator.
Hua Wuxie led this person to open a store in the downtown area of Wanping City. They knew exactly what they had in mind. The other party must also have inquired clearly about everything around her. He would not know who was coming with her.
Ever since they met in Wanping City a few years ago and were connected inexplicably many years later because of a jade pendant, she imagined every night that in her dreams this demonic cultivator would haunt her life and interfere with her plans. Chaos.
Even if she gets scared later and secretly throws away the jade pendant, the other party can still accurately find her in her dream. The discarded jade pendant also inexplicably returned to her hands again, and the evil door was tight. Out of helplessness, she was finally forced to "accept" the current strange situation.
In these long or short dreams, she clearly realized Hua Wuxie's moodiness. She had no idea what this person wanted to do by pestering her, nor what he wanted. It would be a real joke to say that the other person was attracted to her.
The other party showed his intention to kill her more than once. The indifference in his eyes at that time was no joke. Sometimes she felt that the other person wanted to tear her bones apart and swallow her flesh.
This man is dangerous.
However, Wang Jingxuan is unable to resist him at this stage.
It feels really bad to feel bad.
"Let me think about it, is it this person?" Hua Wuxie held Wang Jingxuan in her arms with one hand, and moved her other hand in the air, and something hazy like a water mirror appeared in the mist.
The surface of the mirror was hazy and chaotic, and nothing could be seen clearly. After a while, some vague shadows appeared on it, which gradually became clearer. If you look carefully, it turns out to be a market scene, with many monks and mortals coming and going on the screen.
Wang Jingxuan was a little confused about where this place was.
As if reading her inner doubts, Hua Wuxie smiled slightly, but did not respond. He moved his fingertips slightly, and then the screen teleported and was quickly pulled to a certain place. It seemed that it was no longer the same area as the place just now.
A fairly handsome face is reflected in the water mirror, with a somewhat complacent look on his face, but if he looks closely, his eyes are a little vacant.
Fountain.
how come
Had this person misunderstood something? Wang Jingxuan was suspicious, and an impulse arose uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry, I cut it wrong. It's not him." Naturally, Hua Wuxie didn't know what she was thinking. After seeing the person on the screen clearly, she said, and started to change the screen again.
"It should be this" skipped several scenes and finally settled on a beautiful face.
It was undeniable that the other person's face attracted her attention for a moment, even though she didn't want to admit what Hua Wuxie said, "This is the person she cares about."
No one deserves to care about her
Wang Jingxuan glanced at the obsessed person on the screen and couldn't help but sneer.
