What the hell did the fiance do wrong! [Quick Transmigration]

When Qiao Yiran was caught off guard, Chu Zheng's lips were pressed against him without a doubt.

The devil's lips were cool, slightly soft and moist.

There is also a touch of soul-stirring sweetness.

Chu Zheng had a pale complexion and bright red lips. With his eyes closed, the way he offered a kiss without hesitation showed a bewitching beauty that would disappear at the touch of a touch.

But Qiao Yiran was deeply apprehensive: he understood that seemingly harmless things often hide deadly danger.

In the hinterland of the valley where the snow viburnum blooms.

If you ignore the terrible identity of this person.

It is indeed romantic.

In the next second, Qiao Yiran's natal spiritual flame soared into the sky, and a lightning-like wind blade struck instantly, and he pushed away the guy who threw himself into his arms.

Demons are best at seductive tricks, leading people to fall step by step.

Qiao Yiran is an ancient protoss in the heavens. He can die on the battlefield, but he cannot allow himself to be tempted by the other party.

Faced with such ignorant behavior, Chu Zheng did not get angry as Qiao Yiran expected.

Chu Zheng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth casually. His face still looked so cold and gloomy, and the glaring blood at the corner of his mouth made it even more strange.

Chu Zheng glanced at Qiao Yiran, and the smile on the corner of his mouth meant something: "Qiao Yiran, why do you have to be so restrained?"

"You protoss are really hypocritical!"

Qiao Yiran kept a cold face, trying not to recall the moment when his lips and teeth met just now.

He didn't know if he was being lured by the devil.

The kiss from this person was unspeakably sweet and gentle, and it was heart-pounding.

As if longing for it thousands of times before.

Qiao Yiran is very sure and sure.

This was indeed the first acquaintance with him in his long life.

Qiao Yiran's words of refusal were cold: "I'm not hypocritical, it's you who are hypocritical."

"There is nothing to be diligent about, either a traitor or a thief."

Qiao Yiran didn't understand what was in him that was worth the devil's attention, but he knew that he couldn't afford the coveted thing - the greed of the demons was endless, and they would take it little by little. Keep pushing forward until you have no room to retreat.

Chu Zheng didn't care about his verbal offense at all, he licked his red lips lightly, and directly admitted the accusation: "Yes, I am indeed extremely hypocritical..."

He silently chewed the words "either rape or steal" in his heart, and found it a little funny.

Isn't his purpose obvious enough?

Chu Zheng raised his face to see Qiao Yiran's expression. This ancient protoss from the heavens had an inviolable expression on his face, but his vigilant and defensive appearance really made people want to break it.

What would it be like if this person's glamorous face showed an expression of being moved for him one day?

Just thinking about it makes your blood boil.

Chu Zheng doesn't care what kind of ending he will lead to. Anyway, he has degenerated into a demon, and his path has already been doomed.

He just wanted one last indulgence.

He will become a trace that can no longer be erased in this person's life.

It is worth paying for it.

The blooming of snow viburnum is elusive, but the withering is also silent.

Tiny white petals rustled down, and countless fluttering snowflakes were sprinkled on the green grass.

A paradise-like valley.

Qiao Yiran silently watched the prosperity and decline of this world, all living beings live and die like mayflies, and the ups and downs are already predestined.

But what good is longevity?

Chu Zheng quietly stood side by side with Qiao Yiran, the breeze brushed against his ears, the wind was silent, and the sun was bright and clear.

After a while, Chu Zheng gently tugged on Qiao Yiran's sleeve: "Qiao Yiran... Actually, there are many scenery in the devil world that you haven't seen before."

"You want moonlight grass from the extremely cold place, and I will find it for you."

"Even if you want the star flower on the top of the mountain, I can get it for you."

Chu Zheng's eyes showed a little longing, but his words were still strong: "Qiao Yiran, don't struggle, just accept the reality."

Qiao Yiran remained silent.

Even though he knew that the Demon Realm also has strange and magnificent scenes, and also has a place where heavenly talents and earthly treasures gather, but he is still a god of the heavenly realm—their positions have never been the same.

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When Qiao Yiran and Chu Zheng finally returned to the magic palace after dawdling outside for a long time, the joyful palace had already been completely decorated.

All kinds of rare and rare treasures were placed without hesitation, and the high-quality jade rhinoceros incense, which can only burn for an hour, quietly exudes a light fragrance, almost covering the entire hall, which shows the luxury of the devil world.

This kind of clear and light fragrance does not belong to the range that the demons like. The demons like strong and extravagant, but such a noble and elegant fragrance is very popular in the heavens.

Chu Zheng is trying his best to cater to his own preferences - this cognition makes Qiao Yiran feel a little absurd.

Does this demon king understand that he and himself are people on two different paths, so what's the point of insisting?

Chu Zheng's mood is completely different from Qiao Yiran's depression, he doesn't even care whether he can get the sincerity of this person.

Even if it's false, but he belongs to me now, and only to me.

No matter what the price is.

The big wedding ceremony at night is the most solemn ceremony of the Demon Race.

The entrance is full of luxurious golden red.

Many old acquaintances Qiao Yiran had met on the battlefield were all sitting obediently under the wedding hall at this moment. No matter what everyone was thinking in their hearts, on the surface they still catered to Chu Zheng's intentions, and they were beaming expression.

Chu Zheng watched Qiao Yiran in a bright red wedding dress getting closer and closer, the other person's face was still cold, but his heart throbbed uncontrollably.

Make a promise of a lifetime starting today.

Even if it only lasts for a short period of time, a minute and a second is fine.

Above the lively wedding hall, a discordant voice suddenly came out: "Wait!"

Chu Zheng frowned in dissatisfaction, and swept over with cold eyes.

The morality of the Demon Realm is weak, and there are no so-called rules. In fact, the rest of the people are not qualified to comment on who Chu Zheng wants to marry.

However, choosing to launch an attack at this moment when everyone is gathered is obviously not well-intentioned.

The man in black who suddenly made a sound came out more and more, and rushed forward with a group of subordinates: "Your Highness is actually with people from the heavens!"

Chu Zheng sneered: "Ji Yuanshan, if you seize power, you will seize power. What's the point of talking about these high-sounding reasons?"

In the open area in the center of the main hall, a large cloud of black smoke suddenly billowed from the ground, and the originally joyous hall was filled with a murderous atmosphere.

Chu Zheng instinctively stood in front of Qiao Yiran, rolled up his sleeves, and blocked all the first spray of venom.

Qiao Yiyan's natal spiritual flame soared into the sky, and the scorching flame brought an unstoppable light.

Chu Zheng glanced over with cold eyes, that ferocious and bloodthirsty appearance was enough to chill the hearts of lawless demons: "Ji Yuanshan, are you impatient?"

The huge centipede, which had already shown its original shape, said: "Chu Zheng, since you don't take the Phoenix blood, don't blame me for taking it yourself! Tsk tsk tsk, the blood of the ancestor gods is really a godsend!"

"Don't think I don't know, you are still in the weak period after molting, what are you doing!"

As soon as the news about Ji Yuanshan came out, everyone in the audience whispered.

The demons have no concept of "morality" and "rules", and they believe in the naked law of the jungle.

When Chu Zheng was strong, these people naturally bowed their heads and listened to each other.

But if the leader on the throne shows the slightest sign of weakness, the swarming power grabbers are enough to tear him to pieces.

Chu Zheng snorted coldly: "Am I injured? Try it yourself!"

With a wave of his hand, the situation changed instantly.

Ji Yuanshan rushed forward with his hands.

Chu Zheng was inseparable from the enemy who suddenly appeared. Qiao Yiran realized that his blood had become a treasure coveted by the demons, and his face was too cold to look at.

Qiao Yiran's natal spiritual flame soared into the sky, and the restless demons around him gradually settled down: this young master from the heaven is also a character not to be trifled with, there is really no need to act rashly when the situation is unclear.

Ji Yuanshan came prepared, but was still given the upper hand by Chu Zheng. The Lord of the Devil Realm did not make any sense in his actions. Facing the opponent who came to provoke him, he showed absolute strength.

After wrestling for a while, Chu Zheng squeezed the Fa Jue on his fingertips, and delivered the final blow mercilessly.

A puff of blood exploded with a "poof".

Chu Zheng's icy eyes swept across the silent people present, his expression was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out: "Go back and tell Black Feather King, next time send a useful person!"

Ji Yuanshan didn't have the guts to wrestle with him, and the people behind the scenes didn't think of him except the Black Feather King.

A well-prepared wedding banquet was turned into a mess, Chu Zheng nodded casually with a sullen face, and puffs of blood exploded in the crowd.

Among the people who came to congratulate him today, there are quite a few forces belonging to the Black Feather King. Seeing that his companions were reduced by half in an instant, the rest of them fled faster than rabbits.

"Your Highness has gone crazy again!"

The others were afraid of harming the fish in the pond, so they followed suit and dispersed.

Chu Zheng's methods were extremely cruel. His record in slaughtering cities in the Demon Realm shocked the entire Demon Realm. Now that this man is on a killing spree again, many old people present remembered the fear of being dominated by this killing god back then.

Some people ran away while swearing viciously: "Ji Yuanshan is all to blame. Why is Chu Zheng still in a weak stage? Look at him killing whoever he sees. Weakness is the devil!"

Qiao Yiran repelled a wave of demons who wanted to fish in troubled waters, and he gained a new understanding of the chaos in the demon world in his heart.

It seems that even a guy like Chu Zheng, who is famous for killing people, can't calm down the greed from the bones of these demons.

The demons pursue power by all means, and their greed for power can even overwhelm the fear of death.

After activating his natal spiritual flame, Qiao Yiran's complexion turned pale, and he swallowed the blood in his throat forcefully, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

Qiao Yiran's natal spiritual flame is extremely pure and impeccable glazed fire, which is the nemesis of all monsters.

But in contrast, the suppression he received in the Demon Realm was also extremely serious.

After a scuffle, Chu Zheng's strong bloody smell has not dissipated, but when he looked at Qiao Yiran, the smile on his face was still pure tenderness and joy: "Qiao Yiran, don't be afraid."

"That's a mob, they can't move you."

When it came to this kind of life-and-death situation, what the devil thought about was whether he would be afraid or not——Qiao Yiran's heart was shaken for a moment.

But he quickly suppressed this useless emotion.

The positions are contradictory.

Doomed not to reconcile.

The originally bustling hall was already empty.

Chu Zheng sighed in annoyance, and then dragged Qiao Yiran into the inner room with a little expectation.

The chaos outside did not affect the well-arranged wedding room, Qiao Yiran's eyes froze: Chu Zheng really found the moonlight grass from the extremely cold place.

The mysterious spirit stones worth thousands of gold were randomly stacked, continuously supplying the moonlight grass with aura.

A large number of moonlight grasses from extremely cold places are arranged in the room, and a soft radiance floats quietly.

The feeling of ample aura pouring in made Qiao Yiran reassure himself: the opportunity must not be missed, and the time will never come again.

The next second, Qiao Yiran made a sudden attack, and the sharp blade in his hand touched Chu Zheng's throat in an instant, and the sharp blade was even more dangerous under the faint blue fluorescence.

"Let me go!"