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Chapter 773 After Being Forcibly Married by the Demon Lord 18
Is a member of the fairy clan...

So you were born to stand against him, right?

An inexplicable anger rose, and the Demon Lord said sinisterly:

"Then you don't want to be a fairy, just become a demon."

There are also many immortal cultivators and immortals who have become demons.

Since it is a different camp, then change camps.

Mo Qin didn't think about it at all, "No."

Two short words but very firm.

Mozun took a few fixed glances at the girl in his arms, and finally could only lower his eyes, lowered his head, and hugged the girl in his arms tighter and tighter.

As if compromising, he murmured in Mo Qin's ear:
"Recently, you have killed a lot of demons. If you want me not to pursue it...do you have to give me some compensation?"

What good things are demons?
They do all kinds of evil, letting go of their own desires and obsessions.

Sometimes even he himself would spurn himself, how dare he force her to become like himself?
Mozun only occasionally had the idea of ​​making the girl like himself flash across his mind, but in the end he still couldn't make up his mind to do it.

Mo Qin compromised so quickly, Mo Qin was a little surprised.

"What compensation?"

Mozun picked him up and put him on the table.

The surrounding scene has changed at some point, it is no longer a simple small town inn, but a deep and depressing closed space.

He held Mo Qin's waist with one hand, and the other hand fell on the girl's shoulder, and slowly slid towards her neckline.

"Of course it's something fun to do..."

Worrying about gains and losses, fearing that you are about to lose, probably needs more intimate contact to fill.

Only by asking her for more pleasure can we slightly offset that negative emotion.

But only slightly offset it.

……

A short indulgence doesn't really solve the problem.

It's like treating the head for a headache, and treating the foot for a footache, but the lesion itself has never been touched.

If he still can't find a solution, he will still die of terminal illness, right?

Clearly holding everything he longed for the most, Mozun could only feel the sand and gravel crazily leaking from his clenched fingers.

Mozun moved his fingers, slowly holding the girl's fair and slender wrist.

Mo Qin felt his wrist itch, and then a small dull pain came from his wrist.

A faint smell of blood overflowed.

Mo Qin opened his eyes and looked up at him.

The Mozun half propped himself up, and scratched the skin of her wrist with his sharp nails.

He dipped his fingertips in blood and concentrated on drawing some runes.

Mo Qin wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down.

Mozun slowly raised his eyes, and met Shang Moqin's gaze, his eyes were full of pleading.

"I won't hurt you, but can you..."

Mo Qin hesitated for a while, the former Demon Lord pretended to be arrogant and forceful, trying to cover up his inner panic.

Now he doesn't know whether it's acting or real.

The demon's blood was slightly darker, and the two mixed together, as if it had stained the girl's blood.

Mo Qin watched him slowly finish the last stroke.

Demon Venerable asked again: "Is it possible?"

What kind of contract was this? He just asked if it was possible, but he didn't explain what the contract was.

Mo Qin pursed her lips, but finally her heart softened.

"Ah."

Just agreed to Mo Qin and added: "If there is any strange unequal contract, I don't guarantee what I will do if I find out the truth."

Mozun was just about to make a move, when he heard this, he paused.

His eyes fell on the rune, his long eyelashes trembled, without saying a word, he silently triggered the formation and signed the contract.

The dark golden light lit up, and the strange talisman culture became the essence, intertwined and fused, and finally turned into a gleam of light that penetrated into the eyebrows of the two.

Mo Qin only felt the scorching heat for a moment, like a stream flowing into the sea, and there was no trace in a blink of an eye.

Mozun showed a sincere smile, which was somewhat reserved:
"All right."

Mo Qin looked at him suspiciously, but couldn't see anything.

"What kind of deed is this?"

Mozun blinked, seemingly innocent:

"It's something that connects us closely. You can't betray me, or you will be punished..." So did I.

He still didn't say what it was.

There are so many skills of various races and so many techniques, Mo Qin certainly cannot fully understand them.

Seeing the reaction of the formation just now, Mo Qin felt that it was probably something from the demon race.

Mo Qin: "So killing the demons is considered a betrayal?"

Mozun: "It doesn't count."

The Demon Race is a huge whole, not him himself, and he is just one of them.

He would only put her above himself, how could he put the entire Demon Race before her?
Naturally, he would not stop what she wanted to do.

Mo Qin glanced at him, "How about the fairy clan against the entire demon clan?"

Mozun: "It's me, not any other demon, let alone the demon clan."

Mo Qin probably understood, and didn't ask any further questions.
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Wen Lan was sitting in Si Heng's room, and she cast a spell to isolate possible prying eyes from the outside world.

"Ah Heng, what should we do now?"

Those fairy clans talked to each other, making it impossible for them to refuse this temporary companion.

And they can't reveal their true purpose.

If this entanglement continues, their progress will be delayed. If those demons catch up...

Those fairy races are really an eyesore.

Si Heng's expression was grim: "Hold on for now, and find a chance to get rid of them."

If it was in his heyday, it would be easy to get rid of these immortals, but now he still has to worry about it.

While Si Heng felt powerless, he was even more eager to regain his strength.

night.

Before Si Heng could rest, he heard a knock on the door.

During the day, the fairy who made the flute stood outside the door.

Si Heng was lukewarm: "What's the matter, Fellow Daoist?"

Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, still a little flinched in his heart, but still put on a smiling face and apologized to Si Heng and said:

"I'm sorry for visiting late at night. I just want to chat with you."

Zhudi's face was sincere, which made Si Heng's heart skip a beat.

He was afraid that he would discover his identity.

Si Heng nodded and turned to let him into the room, "Come in."

Between words and gestures, Si Heng unconsciously put himself in the position of a superior.

The gatekeeper was about to close the door, and Zhu Di saluted Si Heng.

"Little Immortal Zhudi, I have seen the Immortal Venerable!"

Si Heng had a gloomy face, staring at Zhudi's head lowered towards him, as if he could see a hole.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around, walked to the table and sat down.

Si Heng sneered and said, "What immortal? I don't know what Fellow Daoist is talking about."

There is already a warning implied in these words.

Zhu Di panicked and bowed to Si Heng, "Immortal Venerable, Si Heng God of War! Right now, the Immortal Clan is being oppressed by the Demon Clan, and I hope the God of War returns to his throne and lead our Immortal Clan to beat the Demon Clan!"

After being identified, Si Heng clenched his hand on the table into a fist, and then slowly released it.

"You all know who I am?"

"Yes! The God of War has excellent talent, so we naturally won't admit it."

(End of this chapter)