The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

During the time that Leng Sufeng left, Meng Wenyao had already observed the terrain. The back window of the room was the mountain forest, and it was easy to escape with her lightness skills.

Moreover, she also exchanged for a powerful ecstasy potion and smeared it all over her body. As long as Leng Sufeng really dared to touch him, he would definitely fall asleep immediately.

With all the precautions in place, Meng Wenyao calmed down a little, and I moved forward pitifully, and then leaned softly into Leng Sufeng's arms.

"Leader~" This voice was sweet and gentle, which made the cold air flowing in the room warm up a lot.

Suddenly, Leng Sufeng pinched her neck with great force. Meng Wenyao was forced to look at Leng Sufeng. The eyes under the mask were very cold. Her thin lips brushed Meng Wenyao's chin intentionally or unintentionally, and she smiled: "You Not afraid of me? Interesting."

Meng Wenyao was so frightened by the sudden turn of events that she broke into a cold sweat. If Leng Sufeng strangled him to death, no matter how good his Qinggong was, he would have nowhere to use it.

It's better to escape as soon as possible, go to hell with the Demon Sect and Tianchang Sect, they better not be pawns of Piaomiao Sect.

As if to prove whether Meng Wenyao was really scared, the force on Meng Wenyao's neck became tighter and tighter. Meng Wenyao wanted to open her mouth to explain, but her neck was strangled and her syllables were unclear.

"Woo~"

Just when Meng Wenyao was about to suffocate to death, the strength on her neck suddenly loosened. She protected her neck and began to breathe heavily. She heard the cold voice from behind again: "Don't be afraid."

Meng Wenyao wanted to curse. The leader of the demon sect had gone crazy. Could it be that his true energy had gone to his head? This was simply schizophrenia!

Those innocent girls who were tortured to death were not tortured physically, but were tortured mentally?

Having little experience in dealing with schizophrenia, Meng Wenyao decided to run away as soon as she had the chance.

"What's your name?"

With a big hand around her waist, Meng Wenyao lay in Leng Sufeng's arms. Looking at the mask close at hand, Meng Wenyao was afraid of being strangled again, so she quickly said: "Xue Yao."

"Xue Yao?" Looking at Meng Wenyao with a half-smile, Leng Sufeng chewed these two words back and forth in his mouth, as if the next moment they turned into snake letters and spit them out, wrapping around Meng Wenyao's neck.

"Yes." Meng Wenyao nodded seriously, like a frightened little rabbit, not daring to look up again.

"You lied without changing your face, now you know you're afraid?"

The gentle ridicule made Meng Wenyao tense up. Could this mentally ill person have the ability to read minds? How did he know that Meng Wenyao was lying?

She raised her head and tried to take a look at Leng Sufeng, and saw him lying there leisurely, looking at Meng Wenyao with calm eyes, and patting and rubbing Meng Wenyao's waist with her hands. At this rate, she should be able to find him soon. That porcelain vase.

"Master, it's late at night, go to bed." Meng Wenyao bravely reminded.

"Haha..." Leng Sufeng couldn't help laughing. He finally stopped laughing and said with a smile: "You are the first woman who is more anxious than this leader, so unafraid of death."

He stood up slowly, got closer to Meng Wenyao, and blew into her ear: "Why, are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

Her scalp became tense instantly. She was not in a hurry to reincarnate, she just wanted to knock Leng Sufeng out early so that she could escape.

He raised his head, his eyes filled with tears: "It is a little girl's blessing to be able to serve the leader."

A tear rolled down, Leng Sufeng stretched out his hand to wipe it away for Meng Wenyao, and said jokingly: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you really know how to act."

Meng Wenyao really didn't know where she had exposed her flaw. As a saint, she rarely saw people on weekdays. She basically covered her face with a white gauze every day. Leng Sufeng probably didn't know her.

It was because almost no one in the world knew her appearance that she dared to blatantly come to the Demon Cult to inquire.

Now that Leng Sufeng has repeatedly accused her of lying, could it be that he didn't know her but was having a mental illness and was talking nonsense?

Continuing to cry silently, Meng Wenyao did not dare to speak anymore, waiting for Leng Sufeng's next move.

With her eyes closed, Meng Wenyao felt Leng Sufeng's big hands slide across her cheeks, all the way to her shoulders, arms and waist, and then...

"Ha ha……"

Leng Sufeng actually tickled Meng Wenyao in such an ambiguous and tense atmosphere. Even though she tried her best not to laugh, one or two laughter still escaped her lips.

"Haha...wuwu..."

Meng Wenyao was afraid that she would laugh too wildly, so she quickly covered her mouth with her hands. What was going on? Is the way the leader of the Demon Cult tortures people by tickling them?

Could it be that those girls who were tortured to death were frightened to death because they were being intimidated and tickled by Leng Sufeng, unable to bear the inner torment?

I heard that people who are obsessed with madness have to absorb other people's true energy or other essences in order to relieve their own true energy from wandering around. What can Leng Sufeng get from scratching his itch now?

The bell-like laughter of a young woman?

Can laughter suppress true energy?

Unknowingly, Meng Wenyao was laughing so hard that her stomach ached and her ribs were sore. She was smiling, tears were flowing from her eyes again, and she begged for mercy: "Master, please forgive me, this little girl can't bear it anymore."

Gradually the laughter was replaced by moans of pain and begging for mercy. Leng Sufeng stopped what he was doing and continued to lie lazily in front of Meng Wenyao.

Is this the end?

Meng Wenyao rubbed her sore belly and curled up to the side, cursing Leng Sufeng in her heart for being a pervert for not wavering in her beauty, making the secret medicine that she applied all over her body useless.

There was another weird ringing, and someone outside the door reported: "Leader, the guardians on the left and right are here to see you."

"Enter."

Following the sound, a black cloak fell. Meng Wenyao was completely covered by the cloak. Under the cloak, she slowly adjusted her breath to relieve the pain in her abdomen.

The door opened with a creak, and two heavy footsteps walked into the room. One of them said: "To the leader of Qi, I just heard the woman scream fiercely. I don't think she will survive for long. It happened that I captured another woman." , please enjoy it, the leader."

Sure enough, Meng Wenyao heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground again, and a weak girl moaned and then lost her voice.

This damn demon sect wanted to plunder innocent girls like this. In order to relieve the raging anger of the damn demon sect leader, Meng Wenyao decided to poison Leng Sufeng before leaving.

"This leader has already recovered. This woman doesn't need to be here tonight."

"But the leader thinks that this woman is not as beautiful as your bed, and he doesn't like her. Why don't I take her off your bed and take good care of her? Maybe she can continue to serve the leader."

Before Leng Sufeng could speak, another protector said: "Brother, the leader's true energy was flowing wildly half a year ago. He had to absorb the Yin energy of seven women in one night, and those women would die on the spot. Now the leader only needs to A woman, and after the woman absorbed the Yin Qi, she was at most weak and not in danger of her life. It seems that the leader has been able to slowly control the Qi in her body."

"Congratulations to the leader, your magical power is gradually completed!"