Spoiling his wife too much: This villain is too gentle

Temporary cultivation
He wanted to know how the immortals entered the demon world, and if they were strong in the epic realm, they should be subject to powerful restrictions...just like he and the demon master couldn't reach the immortal realm.

Following them, there will always be a chance to try... The Phoenix King suddenly smiled evilly, and raised his slender phoenix eyes. Summer looked straight at them, but didn't dare to stare for a long time. The other party's aura was natural to her pressure.

Yaoyan looks heroic and full of majesty, and usually there are flames shrouded around him, making his face hard to see. King Xuanwu once laughed that he did this to establish a prestige in front of the bird clan, but the actual reason We all know that those phoenix fires can bless his abilities.

However, when he was in the bamboo forest, he was afraid of killing the formation, so he didn't release those flames, and his face was displayed in front of everyone without any hindrance.

Her temperament seemed to have changed, she lacked the arrogance that a phoenix should have, and instead looked like some charming mandrill wild monster.

A kind of obsession arose in Summer's heart, the Phoenix King is the strongest...

Li Qi took out the tent very carefully and set it up. With his financial resources, it is naturally impossible to be like the Phoenix King, but he is also embarrassed to let the two monsters he has brought over sit directly on the ground.

The corners of Ye Shurong's mouth twitched slightly, are all monster races so particular...?
When she used to go on missions with the law enforcement team, whether it was a forest swamp or a desert, she would just sit and meditate through the night.

Summer entered unceremoniously, she felt that she still needed to rest, Li Qi was sweating slightly, and looked at Ye Shurong and Mo Jiu.

Ye Shurong was about to refuse, and finally came across a place with spiritual power, of course it was better outside.

That is not an ordinary tent, it is made of some kind of beast skin, it has physical and magical defense functions, not to mention isolating spiritual energy, but it is certainly not as much as the outside world.

"Mo Jiu?!"

The silver-haired man didn't know what he was thinking, he hugged the girl by the waist, she was so light... so light that he couldn't feel the weight.

If Ye Shurong knew what he was thinking, she would definitely not be able to help complaining.

At his level, he can tear down a mountain with one hand...

When she was put on the blanket, Ye Shurong was still a little dazed, Mo Jiu's silver hair almost fell to her face, and her eyes met.

"Don't move." His voice was a little low, but still cool and sweet, and Ye Shurong's ears were inexplicably red.

His slender hands held his feet, Ye Shurong shrank in, but he was still tightly held, his movements were gentle, but he couldn't break free.

Ye Shurong had already changed into the clothes of an ordinary banshee in the demon world, but it was much more tightly wrapped, unlike Summer's... flowery clothes.

The white cloth socks were scratched and stained with blood, and a pink mark that had scabbed and fallen off could be vaguely seen on the ankle.

"Summer."

Ye Shurong simply called out his name, but Ye Shurong felt a very strong murderous aura, and his voice was extremely dark.

Suddenly her head was pressed into his arms, Mo Jiu's hand untied her hair belt, her long chestnut hair was scattered, with mischievous curls at the ends.

Touching his soft and smooth long hair, the faint fragrance gradually calmed him down, suppressing his murderous aura forcibly.

"Wait a little longer... I can take you out of here right away." His voice sounded beside her ear, and her warm breath made her face also heat up, gradually turning red.

"You know?" Ye Shurong was a little surprised, she thought they didn't see it.

"Shu Rong... not everyone is like you."

Even if this girl is someone she doesn't like, she will have respect and be willing to save a life.

But he is different, neither Si Chen nor Mo Jiu... are people who have any pity for life.

Holding Ye Shurong's face in his hands, seeing that she was still thinking wildly, he directly wrapped her in his robe and leaned against his chest.

(End of this chapter)