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

When Jiang Que's men returned, he half-leaned on the Demon King's throne that could accommodate several people in a disgusting and seductive manner.

The hall was majestic, and the towering throne exuded a strange, eerie and dangerous air amidst the demonic energy lingering around it.

Yanhui was half-lying on it on her side, her red dress back to her old style, her long white legs crossed under the striped red silk, with golden bells on her ankles.

Going upwards, you can vaguely see kisses and bite marks, some new and some old, on the legs. Because of the white skin, they are particularly obvious.

Jiang Que led several leaders of the demon tribe in, as they were planning to renegotiate the matter of the eldest prince's old subordinates. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the Demon Lord leaning on the upper seat and taking a nap.

Jiang Que, who originally thought that this guy was still sleeping in the bedroom, took a quick glance at him first, then his eyes fell on his legs which were not wearing pants, and he frowned.

He raised his hand and waved, signaling the leaders to go back and talk again next time.

The leaders were originally unwilling to accept the control of this immortal sect guy, but this guy clearly had no spiritual power, was quite fierce in beating people, and was also the person to whom the Demon Lord indicated that he could give up power.

The demons have always respected the strong, so they had no objection. The only thing that made them feel uncomfortable was that this guy was from the Immortal Sect.

Although they are now negotiating, the centuries-old grievances between the two races cannot be eliminated in a short time, and for the demons, it is still a psychological thorn in their side.

However, I heard recently that the Demon Lord has ordered preparations for the Grand Ceremony of the Completion of the Dao. It seems that he is completely under the control of this substitute.

In other words, he wanted to complete the farewell ceremony that he had not completed with the Immortal King and use a substitute to fulfill the regret.

The tribal leaders couldn't help but look at Jiang Que with a hint of pity in their eyes.

Jiang Que took off his robe and covered Yanhui's body with it. With a light touch, Yanhui woke up, but she just lightly lifted her eyelids. After seeing that it was Jiang Que, she covered herself again.

He raised his hand, grabbed Jiang Que's outer robe and threw it on the ground. He said nothing, but his whole body showed his unhappiness.

Jiang Que bent down, picked up his outer robe and piled it in his hands, then sat aside, staring at the boy's face, which was so delicate that there was not a single flaw to be found, and thought seriously.

He didn't do anything, right?

Everything was fine last night. The guy didn't seem to be uncomfortable or dissatisfied with his attentive service. He seemed very happy.

Could it be that he is angry because he didn't see anyone when he woke up?

Judging from the way this guy behaved, it's very likely.

Oh, it’s all my fault. I’m too perfect and I can’t stop wanting more.

Beauty System: [……]

Please let me out of the dark room first, I've had enough of you.

He kept saying a lot of words about limiting the flow of traffic, and felt suffocated in the small dark room.

Jiang Que: “…”

He smiled slightly and locked the small dark room.

Yanhui was angry about Jiang Que pretending to be weak, and originally wanted to leave Jiang Que alone for a few days to express his attitude.

Jiang Que coaxed him for a long time.

As they coaxed each other, the two of them became inseparable on the high and mighty Demon Lord's throne, their red and white robes entangled, and neither of them was willing to give in to the other.

The tribal leaders who were still thinking about discussing things: "..."

No, have you ever considered that there are demons here? ?

We haven't left yet.

I knew it would rot outside.

...

"Senior Brother." Yanhui was taking a bath in the hot spring in the bedroom and suddenly called out to Jiang Que who was sitting behind him.

Jiang Que was scooping water to wash his back. Looking at the bite marks on his back, a smile flashed in his eyes: "Hmm?"

Yan Hui sat cross-legged in the steaming hot spring, with her hands hidden in the water. She only touched Jiang Que's legs that were wrapped around her, and asked calmly, "Will you be angry if those people outside say that about you?"

Jiang Que scooped up another bucket of water and poured it on him: "Why should I be angry?"

Yanhui turned around and faced Jiang Que, saying seriously: "They said you were a stand-in, but you are not."

His senior brother is the only one in the world and is no one's substitute.

These rumors have been getting more and more outrageous recently. Brother is already feeling bad about losing the elixir, and now he has to worry about these trivial matters.

This is his territory, how could he allow his senior brother to be bullied?

"If I hear these rumors again, I will kill these people."

The good days are over, and we are now full and bored.

Jiang Que rubbed his disgusted head and said, "It doesn't matter. Let them say whatever they want. Didn't you get here this way when you were at the Dusheng Gate?"

If you suffer the same pain as you have suffered, it won’t hurt as much.

"Senior brother..."

Disgusted with the filth, he clung to the Jiangque.

"Well, I'm here."

Jiang Que bent down and kissed his face, responding in a steady voice.