The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

He Qing shrugged indifferently, "We didn't do it. If you want to ask, just ask your good daughter."

He meant something.

Coupled with He Qing's noble and unparalleled status, even if he did it, the Fox clan leader would not be able to do anything to him!

The dagger in Lingling's hand was still bleeding.

She screamed in fear, threw the dagger to the ground, covered her ears and shouted: "It's not me! It's not me..."

"Someone, put this evil beast in prison."

The leader of the Fox clan looked livid.

When the dust settled, the Fox Clan Leader respectfully asked He Qing, "Is Your Highness satisfied?"

"Well..." He Qing raised his eyebrows with a half-smile, and looked at Pan Shu, "The patriarch asked the wrong person."

The fox patriarch's face twisted.

Pan Shu smiled slightly: "The patriarch is not convinced?"

"No... I'm just feeling sorry for my father. I didn't know that Shushu and His Highness would like each other for such a big thing."

He Qing is much better than Yu Chuan.

As long as He Qing wants the position of Demon King, it can only be his.

This truth is understood not only by the Fox clan, but also by people in high positions, so when they see He Qing on weekdays, they are all respectful and respectful, for fear that they will offend him at some point and be liquidated in the end.

Pan Shu glanced at him lightly, "I don't have a father like you."

"Banshu!"

The leader of the Fox clan was already angry. He was humiliated in front of everyone, and he couldn't contain his anger.

He Qing glanced at him lightly, "Huh?"

"The leader of the Fox Clan is so majestic. Even I have suffered from the leader's temper."

Everyone suddenly felt a pain in their eardrums, and wet blood seemed to be gurgling down their ears.

I saw an alluring man in red approaching. The demon king beside him looked vaguely flattering, and a smile appeared on his stiff face.

He Qing frowned.

Pan Shu also looked at the Demon King curiously.

Probably because of old age, the skin has drooped badly and the face is full of wrinkles. Although it can be seen from the facial features that he looked good when he was young, but now, it is really eye-catching.

After taking a look, Pan Shu stopped looking.

Mo Dan walked slowly and gracefully in front of Pan Shu.

His lips curved into a charming smile that captivated all sentient beings.

It was so dazzling.

Pan Shu was stunned for a moment, "Why are you here?"

Mo Dan laughed sarcastically: "You're not afraid that someone won't be able to protect you. As soon as I heard about it, I came here to support you."

His voice is not small.

The people next to you heard it clearly.

The head of the Fox clan's vision went dark and his mind went blank!

How come the Demon God actually has an inexplicable and ambiguous relationship with this Pan Shu?He Qing can actually endure it?

Mo Dan rubbed Ban Shu's soft hair affectionately, then turned to face the others with a sudden look on his face, "Whoever dares to go against her will be at odds with me. I am not a soft-hearted person."

Silent.

Everyone subconsciously took a few breaths.

He was afraid of being targeted by Mo Dan.

……

In the evening, the Demon King held a banquet in honor of the Demon God.

Of course Pan Shu was also invited.

He Qing sat on the seat next to the Demon King, with his head lowered and just focusing on drinking, his finger bones turning slightly white.

There was a vague premonition of uneasiness in his heart.

The feeling of uneasiness intensified as the strong drink poured down his throat.

A long time passed, but Pan Shu didn't show up, and Mo Dan didn't show up either.

He Qing couldn't hold back his anxiety any longer, so he stood up with a swish and started to walk outside.

The demon king spoke majestically, "He Qing, where are you going?"

Everyone on the field looked at He Qing.

This young man in green clothes has an outstanding figure, and his beautiful and delicate eyebrows are filled with a gloomy fire, which makes people dare not get close to him.

His steps didn't stop for even a moment: "Go find someone."

The Demon King paused but did not stop him.

……

"let me out."

This was Pan Shu's third day under house arrest by Mo Dan.

She looked at the extremely gentle man in front of her coldly and said, "I stopped loving you a long time ago."

Mo Dan's heart ached, and he smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, you will fall in love with me sooner or later..."

Pan Shu grabbed his wrist impatiently and held him close to her empty heart, "Do you feel it? I have no heart. Now I am a living dead. I will never fall in love with you again. Don't No more stubborn."

Mo Dan's fingertips seemed to be burned.

He jerked his hand back.

He asked her in disbelief: "Who did it?"

The man's crimson eyes were dotted with bright colors, but it made people feel that he was extremely sad for no reason. "Who did it... tell me, Shu Shu, who cut out your heart."

Pan Shu smiled very gently: "Myself."

She gently stroked the man's smooth and pale cheek, "What, you want to take revenge on me?"

Mo Dan's figure was on the verge of collapse. He took a deep breath and couldn't bear it anymore, holding Pan Shu tightly in his arms, "You know, I love you. Even if I fall into the abyss of hell, I only hope that you will be happy and healthy forever. "

"Why do you do this to yourself?" The light in his eyes dimmed a bit, and he murmured to himself, mocking, "It was me who caused it...it was all my fault..."

"Shu Shu, does it hurt?"

Pan Shu's tone was so gentle that it made Mo Dan's eyes heat up, "Yes, it hurts too much. I don't want to experience it a second time."

"sorry Sorry……"

Pan Shu's mood suddenly became cold the next moment, "I'm tired, you can go."

"Okay, have a good rest." Mo Dan kissed her forehead gently, but he noticed that she was resisting subconsciously. His face turned pale, and he curled his lips as if nothing had happened, "I'll leave first, and come back tomorrow. It’s up to you.”

"Ah."

The next day.

Mo Dan didn't come.

Pan Shu was vaguely aware that a storm was coming.

She glanced at the gray window and walked out of the palace barefoot. The maids did not dare to stop her. Except that she could not leave the magic palace, she was still free.

In front of the palace is a bottomless green and black cliff.

The gravel fell down and disappeared.

Not even a sound could be heard.

"Womanly."

Pan Shu heard the sound and glanced sideways at the man.

The man wore a mask with a green face and fangs, but those eyes were what Pan Shu had described countless times under the peach blossom tree.

"I'll take you away." Di Shijun took a step forward. When he saw the frail girl, his heart hurt so much that he almost suffocated. He spoke very softly, for fear of scaring her.

Pan Shu moved and shook her head slowly.

There was a trace of nostalgia in her eyes, "Brother, if you do it again, don't meet a bad woman like me."

Emperor Shijun closed his eyes and said with a cold voice, "I don't blame you, not at all. How about leaving here with my brother?"

She was wearing a loose coat, her messy hair stuck to her pale cheeks, and her lips had no trace of blood.

Not the slightest vitality.

She curled her lips helplessly: "Brother, my heart is gone and my love has been taken away. I will never fall in love with my brother again..."

A tear ran down the corner of his eye into his hair.

Emperor Shijun said one word at a time: "Who did it?"

Pan Shu was silent.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Don't be afraid. My brother will kill all the people who bully you in the world for you. Shushu just wait for him for a few days, okay?"

Seeing Emperor Shijun leave, Ban Shu raised her eyebrows lazily.

——Dog eat dog.