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

"Hahaha, okay!" As soon as Yue Langzhi's words fell, he kicked out, and saw the Zuo Guardian instantly hit the stone pillar on the side, and fell to the ground with a plop, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Even the leader of this cult understands the truth of pampering, but you, a protector, still beg for mercy. Why, can I take the position of leader of the cult for you?"

The left protector who wanted to get up suddenly pretended to be dead and did not dare to move. The right protector did not even dare to look at him and said hurriedly: "I will personally arrest Hall Master Zhu right now."

Seeing the two guardians of the Demon Cult being so servile in front of the leader, Meng Wenyao felt sad.

When she was young, she heard that the leader of the Demon Cult was rampant in the world, and his two guardians were even more frightening. They were both important figures in the world. If it were in other sects, ten years later, the guardians on the left and right would have been A respected person at the elder level.

Unexpectedly, in the Demon Sect, the guardians on the left and right were treated like dogs by the leader of the Demon Sect. It was really a place without etiquette, law and honor.

This leader is not afraid of sleeping one day and having his neck wiped directly by the guardians on his left and right.

She glanced back at Yue Lang again, saw a smile on his lips, and asked, "But you find it boring?"

"Execution immediately!"

Meng Wenyao turned around again and saw the row of men kneeling just now. One man's head had rolled to the side. Meng Wenyao was so frightened that he hugged Yue Langzhi quickly.

After hearing the person in her arms laughing, Meng Wenyao realized that she was holding the biggest devil, a devil who took pleasure in beheading.

She quickly let go of Yue Langzhi, and inadvertently glanced towards the altar again, and saw that half of the men in the row had no heads.

Unable to bear it any longer, Meng Wenyao vomited out everything she had eaten for lunch.

Seeing this scene, Yue Langzhi was very puzzled. He stared at Meng Wenyao's pale face and asked doubtfully: "I told you not to give medicine for lunch, why did you still vomit? Could it be that the cook secretly decided to give medicine? I Let someone kill him."

"No." Meng Wenyao hurriedly stopped her. Although she wanted everyone in the Demon Cult to explode on the spot, she didn't want to see it with her own eyes. It was too bloody.

"Kill him again in three days."

In three days, she should be able to escape. By then, the devil will kill whoever he likes and kill all the devils.

"Okay, then you can carry out the execution yourself and vent your anger."

After hearing this, Meng Wenyao's face turned a little pale. She held herself up and said, "Okay."

"But?" Yue Lang said, "You are so cowardly. You may not dare to kill someone when the time comes. Why don't you wait for Hall Master Zhu to execute the execution in person?"

Meng Wenyao finally vomited it out again. Fortunately, Yue Langzhi just talked about it and didn't really ask her to kill anyone.

Unknowingly, at night, Meng Wenyao felt that she was going to have a psychotic episode due to the torture. She applied the secret medicine directly on her lips, thinking that she would lure Yue Langzhi to take it and run away no matter what tonight.

On the large bed, Yue Langzhi lay there lazily, just like last night.

"come over."

Meng Wenyao obediently moved forward and leaned gently into Yue Langzhi's arms.

The big rough hands once again began to move from her neck to her shoulders to her waist, and as expected they began to tickle her again.

"Haha...wuwu...haha..."

Meng Wenyao was so troubled that she rolled all over the bed. Her stomach hurt so much that she didn't even have the strength to straighten up.

"Leader, please let me go...please..."

Slowly the laughter turned into crying. Only then did Yue Lang stop, and the voice of complaint sounded again outside the door.

"Master, the right protector wants to see you."

Yue Langzhi stretched out his hand, and Meng Wenyao leaned into his arms knowingly, and was tightly covered by the black cloak.

"Enter."

The right guardian's footsteps were much lighter than yesterday, and his voice was more respectful than yesterday: "Reporting to the leader, the woman who prepared yesterday is already waiting outside the door. Do you want my subordinates to deal with this one?"

Then, Meng Wenyao heard Yue Langzhi's cold voice: "No, this person is still alive."

"My subordinate heard her screams so violently that she won't live long. How about changing the leader to a woman who can also serve you comfortably."

Under the big cloak, Meng Wenyao didn't know what the expressions of the right protector and Yue Langzhi were. She could only feel Yue Langzhi's big hands sliding wantonly around her waist.

"This..." Yue Langzhi said, pinching suddenly, Meng Wenyao was caught off guard and exclaimed: "Ah!"

"Be patient...play..."

As Yue Langzhi finished his last note, murderous intent emerged in Meng Wenyao's eyes.

When the cloak was lifted again, Yue Langzhi smiled and said: "With your expression, you don't want to kill me."

Meng Wenyao's face stiffened and she smiled: "The little girl is just not able to serve the leader, and she is a little upset."

"Oh~" Yue Langzhi leaned back and said with a smile: "I will give you a chance to start your performance."

This teasing tone made Meng Wenyao almost unable to pretend, but she had no other choice but to bite the bullet.

Just a schizophrenia...

Meng Wenyao put her hands on Yue Langzhi's shoulders, tilted her head slightly forward, and then stretched out her tongue to trace the shape of his lips under his calm eyes.

This move caused Yue Langzhi's eyes to change, his breathing to become heavier, and his hand holding Meng Wenyao tightened unconsciously.

Sensing the changes in Yue Langzhi's body, Meng Wenyao stopped her movements in time. Unexpectedly, as soon as she retreated, Yue Langzhi began to take the initiative.

He imitated Meng Wenyao's appearance and described Meng Wenyao's lip shape.

One, two, three, Meng Wenyao's voice fell in her heart, and Yue Langzhi fell down in response.

The medicine works so quickly.

She reached out and took off Yue Langzhi's mask and stared at it for a long time. She couldn't help but murmur in her heart. The leader of the Demon Cult was already in his twenties ten years ago. He should be in his thirties now. How could he look at him lying there? The man standing seemed to be in his early twenties.

Suddenly, Meng Wenyao thought of a rumor that Leng Sufeng was worried about being assassinated and trained a group of substitutes. Could it be that the person on the bed now is a substitute?

"Leader, Protector Zuo wants to see you." The guard's voice sounded outside the door.

There was no time to think about how to deal with Leng Sufeng in order to maximize his interests. Meng Wenyao put a mask on him in time, pushed the window and escaped.

If Leng Sufeng was really killed, the strong smell of blood would definitely be noticed by people outside the door, and Meng Wenyao might not be able to escape by then.

Moreover, if the leader of the Demon Sect dies and the Tianchang Sect becomes the dominant family, there will be no place for the Piaomiao Sect to gain a foothold.

The best way is to besiege the Demon Sect and let the Demon Sect and Tianchang Sect fight to the death.

Xie Shaoqing, this hypocrite, it’s time to wake up from your spring and autumn dream.

Two hours later, Meng Wenyao returned to Tianchang Sect. Now all the sects gathered in Tianchang Sect to discuss the great cause of conquering demons. Everyone in Pianmiao Sect also lived in Tianchang Sect.

The next day, Meng Wenyao walked out of her room and was scolded by her biological father angrily: "Where have you been? Did you have a private meeting with that boy Shaoqing? If you don't come back for two consecutive nights, it's the honor of your daughter's family." No more?"