Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Yanxu, who was about to tear the script apart, said that there was no such plot and he could only rely on his own imagination.

The demons are currently in peace talks with the Immortal Sect, giving both sides time to recuperate.

A hundred-year truce treaty was signed, which at least guaranteed that during Yanhui's reign, they would not attack the immortal sect and that they could live in harmony.

Although the Immortal Sect members did not quite believe that the Demons could keep their promise, they could not afford the consumption of a second war, and neither could the Demons.

However, they should be thankful that the target of Yanhui's mission is Jiang Que, not the unification of the world, otherwise this group of people would know what the protagonist's halo is.

During the recuperation period.

The demons all know that the new Demon Lord, the former Nineteenth Prince, has a substitute.

I heard that the substitute used to be a member of the immortal sect, but he committed a crime and was expelled from the sect.

Because he looked and experienced very similar things to the deceased immortal king, he was noticed by their newly appointed demon king, who forcibly took him into the demon realm and locked him up in the palace and tortured him every day.

The new demon king who was rumored to torture people every day was in his own bedroom, tied up by the black veil that had been hanging in the palace to create an atmosphere, and suspended in the air. His waist-length black hair covered most of his body.

His wrists were tied together, tightly holding the black gauze that bound him. His eyes were covered with red silk torn from his culottes, and he had a ball of white cloth in his mouth.

The hall was dark, but illuminated by the faint light of candles. Through the layers of black veil, a young man was hanging in the middle.

The unused black mist gauze was constantly fluttering in the cold wind that came from nowhere, and it would pass over the boy's body from time to time.

Yanhui could neither see nor speak. His five senses were infinitely magnified. The black mist veil gently stroked him, and his whole body tensed and curled up into a ball, making grunting sounds from his mouth.

It was not until another man in a white robe appeared that a different color was added to the thick darkness.

The filth cannot be seen, but the footsteps can be heard.

Jiang Que was holding another black gauze in his hand. When he let go, Yanhui fell down. He pulled it tight and she went up again. He repeated this process.

In the end, Jiang Que found it too troublesome, so the rope that controlled Yanhui's life and death fell into Yanhui's hands and he had to pull it himself.

I pulled it myself, and the disgust became even more uncomfortable.

The feeling that had never been experienced before brought a huge impact on the disgusting mind.

It was not until the black veil left red marks on the disgusting clothes that someone untied him and took him to the hot spring, to complete what they had not had time to do in the pool when they first came to this world.

Yan Xilei was so exhausted that he didn't know whether he was dizzy or sleeping too soundly, but was carried out by Jiang Que.

He suspected he was being deceived.

Apart from being unable to find the elixir, this guy didn't look like he had suffered any serious injuries or had his veins broken. It was so hard to catch him.

Yanhui suspected that there were two handprints on both sides of his waist.

Yanhui didn't wake up the next day. Jiang Que kissed him on the forehead and got up on his own initiative to help him deal with the demon affairs.

Most of them are about trade with humans and the ecological settlement of the demons after the war.

He took care of the loyal ministers and the eldest prince on the way, and wanted to seek revenge on the generals.

When Yanhui got the news, he held his old waist and hurried over reluctantly.

The useless immortal king who claimed that he couldn't lift anything with his hands, dressed in white, looked out of place among the demons who grew up in the darkness. He held a soft sword in his hand, and even though he had no spiritual power, he could use his moves to kill people in a moment.

The soft sword wiped a lot of blood on the neck.

But the man’s white robe was as clean as the snow lotus on Tianshan Mountain, untainted by the mundane world.

Disgusted: “…”

Is this what you told me, a useless person?

You're so fucking useless?

Damn it, I don't trust you!