Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 130 The Demon King’s Cinnabar Mole (36)

The color of the lips stained with blood became even more alluring, and he said lightly, "How dare you hurt her!"

A powerful breath is like a millennium-year-old ice that captures people's hearts and souls.

The depth in his eyes was mixed with fire.

The coffin in the flower bed opened with a "clang".

There is no one inside.

There was only one ring in the big coffin.

A black iron ring with ancient text engraved on it.

As if attracted, it reached his hand like this.

A huge light emitted from his body, and the secret room seemed to be opened, with a hole opening above it.

The surrounding candles have all been extinguished, only the inches of moonlight shining through from the moon.

The tree in the middle of the flower bed quietly and gradually grew its branches, and white magnolia flowers bloomed, hovering in mid-air, intertwined, and wrapped around the pilasters all the way up.

In front of the man, there was actually a throne with intertwined branches.

The monster growled as if dissatisfied with his existence.

As soon as he moved his fingers, bewitching flowers bloomed on his slender fingers, which turned into raging fire the next moment.

Glowing purple.

And the monster was trapped in the heavy fire, and it was shattered all at once.

It suddenly fell from the sky.

A woman with a coquettish posture and a baggy purple dress, with a kitsch feel.

She knelt on the ground respectfully, "Welcome the return of the Demon King."

He lowered his head and looked around, like a powerful emperor looking down at ants.

"You woke me up?"

He sat on that throne casually, with an air of arrogance and resolute dignity exuding all over his body. Behind this aloof and sinister beauty, there was an inexplicably strong sense of suffocation.

Of course, Wu Yi couldn't be arrogant at this moment, and seriously reported, "Devil King, I brought you here step by step."

Neither took all the credit, nor blamed himself for waking him up.

The man was wearing a black robe at the moment, with his fingers resting on the throne, and his thumb touching the ring on his index finger.

Although it is a simple action, it makes people feel very elegant.

Pleasant to the eye.

The deep voice is very nice.

"what do you want?"

Wu Yi knew that the demons were always straightforward, and didn't like those pushing and shouting, so he said it directly.

"The demon saint."

There was a bit of sarcasm in the low-pitched voice in the air, and he moved his fingers slightly.

A dark light flashed.

Wu Yi felt that his shoulders were about to shatter.

In all the years she has been here, she has never felt so powerless.

It was as if life depended on his thoughts.

She had never thought that a man could be so powerful.

A dark light flickered in her eyes.

The more powerful a man is, the more worthy she is of conquering him.

Seeing her tenacity, her dark eyes were still so careless, "I agree."

Wu Yi felt that his shoulder had returned to its original shape, and quickly kowtowed.

A token appeared in front of him, which was the only symbol of the demon saint, and the demons only recognized the token but not the person.

She asked, "Is the Lord Demon King returning to the palace at this moment?"

Neither humble nor overbearing, there is no coquettishness that just came.

The slender fingers tapped one after another.

The moonlight shone on his delicate facial features, making his profile even more graceful.

She had never seen a person who could be so beautiful, with a silhouette as sharp as a knife.

Just looking at it like this, it is as beautiful as a painting.

After a long time, his voice came from the air, "No hurry."

Then the figure disappeared like smoke, followed by the pair of eyes, and there was a little... in the deep vortex.

taste.

(End of this chapter)