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

Feeling the chill on his neck, Chu Zheng's expression froze for a moment.

Afterwards, he smiled softly: "Qiao Yiran, you are really sharp."

Qiao Yiran pressed down hard with his hand, the sharp chill almost pierced Chu Zheng's skin: "Stop talking nonsense, let me go!"

Qiao Yiran is very sensitive to changes in the demonic energy. The people present were stunned by Chu Zheng's wanton killing, and they couldn't recover in time, but Qiao Yiran has already realized: the reason why this demon king is so arrogant is that It is to scare the chickens and monkeys!

Chu Zheng's current situation is indeed not optimistic. He is sure that his disguise is perfect, but he did not expect Qiao Yiran to be able to see through it at a glance.

Chu Zheng leaned forward nonchalantly, a thin line of blood appeared on his fair neck, Qiao Yiran didn't know why, but his steady hand suddenly shook.

Chu Zheng's low voice was like a lover's murmur: "Qiao Yiran, are you going to kill me?"

He looked up into Qiao Yiran's eyes, the feeling of retrograde qi and blood made him cough, but the smile on his face was distorted and crazy, and he was even a little happy: "I can die in your hands, I deserve to die, too."

Qiao Yiran gritted her teeth: "Chu Zheng, don't think I will show mercy, you know, those people will come back again."

Chu Zheng leaned gently towards Qiao Yiran, and Qiao Yiran had no choice but to withdraw his blade: This is the hinterland of the devil world, and he can't casually take the life of this devil yet.

Chu Zheng was a little more amused by Qiao Yiran's subconscious evasive action, and his mood was a little high: he said it coldly, but in the end it wasn't that he couldn't do anything.

Chu Zheng finally softened his attitude: "If you want to leave, it's not impossible."

Qiao Yiran looked at Chu Zheng's expression vigilantly.

The smile on the corner of Chu Zheng's mouth was vaguely ambiguous: "Marry me, and I will let you go tomorrow."

Qiao Yiran's face sank: "You are dreaming!"

The reason why Qiao Yiran chose to attack at this time was not because he was fully prepared, but because he was unwilling to conclude a marriage contract with the Lord of the Demon Realm.

The Feng Clan treats marriage with prudence and loyalty, and they never promise lightly the promise of a lifetime.

Even if it's just a false promise.

Chu Zheng put his arms around Qiao Yiran's waist, he had little fear of the sharp blade: "Qiao Yiran, why lie?"

Qiao Yiran's blood flowed faster and faster.

Facing Chu Zheng's approach, he was almost unable to resist.

Qiao Yiran didn't know why he was so strange—it was as if there was some unknown call in his blood, attracting him to keep approaching.

Qiao Yiran's natal spiritual flame deep in his dantian swayed slightly, and the meaning of getting close and joyful was clearly revealed.

This unexpected change upset Qiao Yiran.

Chu Zheng has already pressed down hard, completely ignoring Qiao Yiran's threat: "Qiao Yiran, kill me if you have the ability!"

The bright blade cut through Chu Zheng's neck, and glaring blood dripped out. He did not dodge or dodge, and the dagger in Qiao Yiran's hand finally fell to the ground with a "dang" sound.

Qiao Yiran pushed Chu Zheng away forcefully: "Chu Zheng, what are you doing!"

Chu Zheng's aura is very unstable. Today, he used force to kill in the front hall, which has already brought him a lot of backlash.

But he doesn't care about these, these injuries are just commonplace for him.

Chu Zheng's blood fell drop by drop on Dahong's wedding dress, revealing a slightly weird dark red.

Chu Zheng narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face was even a bit crazy: "Qiao Yiran, you have no choice today, you either want me or kill me!"

Qiao Yiran didn't say a word, he summoned his natal spiritual flame with a cold face, and the flame that soared into the sky exuded a scorching temperature, and was vigilantly isolated between the two.

But Chu Zheng was not afraid at all, he had also suffered the pain of burning his body, so today's situation is nothing.

The fiery flame was easily passed through, and Qiao Yiran's natal spiritual flame did not hinder Chu Zheng at all.

Qiao Yiran was inexplicably shocked: Logically speaking, his Wugou Glazed Fire restrained all monsters in the world, but this Demon King was not afraid at all—as if, as if he was just a part of that flame.

While Qiao Yiran was in a daze, Chu Zheng had already firmly clasped Qiao Yiran's waist, trying to kiss his lips.

Qiao Yiran condensed the spiritual power of his fingertips, a wind blade flew past Chu Zheng's cheek, and a strand of black hair snapped off.

A glaring bloodstain appeared on Chu Zheng's too pale face.

"Don't come here!" Qiao Yiran almost couldn't suppress the intimacy welling up in his heart, he bit the tip of his tongue forcefully, had to put on a straight face, and issued a warning in a cold voice.

Chu Zheng wiped the blood from his face, gritted his teeth and gave a low laugh: "Qiao Yiran, it seems that you really hate the demons."

Chu Zheng also knew in his heart that all his solicitude was just asking for trouble: Qiao Yiran carried the impure glass fire in his body, in charge of the law of balance in the heavens, and hated all filthy things extremely.But I tried to humiliate myself again and again.

But he has endured too long.

Those unwilling obsessions tormented day and night until they gave birth to inner demons.

It's ridiculous that, as the unscrupulous master of the demon world, one day he will be tortured by the demons in his heart.

Chu Zheng's brows were cold and gloomy.

He doesn't care if Qiao Yiran will hate him after today, but he just wants to get it now.

Chu Zheng clasped Qiao Yiran's shoulder forcefully, spreading out all the remaining demonic energy in his body, recklessly breaking through Qiao Yiran's defense.

Chu Zheng swallowed the blood welling up in his throat with difficulty.

Unpleasant smell of blood.

Let his last kiss only dare to lightly land on the back of Qiao Yiran's neck.

Qiao Yiran clenched his fists, trying his best to restrain his trembling.

How could there be such a strong and uncontrollable reaction.

What a shame.

Chu Zheng smiled lowly, his cool fingertips had already landed on Qiao Yiran's neckline, and he tried to untie the man's clothes.

Qiao Yiran firmly grasped Chu Zheng's wrist: "Stop it!"

The spiritual confinement from Qiao Yiran caused the devilish energy in Chu Zheng's body to surge to fight against this power. Chu Zheng couldn't make a move, so he directly bit Qiao Yiran's outer garment and tore it forcefully.

Qiao Yiran's face suddenly became too dark to look at.

At this moment, the young master of the Phoenix Clan, whose clothes are torn and shattered, is in a mess.

Chu Zheng's provocative smile added to his complacency: "Qiao Yiran, as I said, you either want me or kill me, you have no choice!"

Under such a dangerous and ambiguous atmosphere, a palm-sized red candle burns quietly, flickering a warm light in the room.

Qiao Yiran's indifferent expression rarely showed a crack.

Chu Zheng gave a low laugh, the smell of blood on his body hadn't dissipated, and this kind of smile also carried unspeakable pressure: "Qiao Yiran, I know you don't want me, but..."

"Don't struggle."

After a pause, Chu Zheng's eyes fell on Qiao Yiran's disheveled chest, and his eyes suddenly focused: at the position of Qiao Yiran's heart, under the stirring of blood, a complex knot gradually appeared, looming.

Chu Zheng could see it clearly: it was the mark of the same heart.

The black taboo seal represents the opponent's despicable status as a demon.

Chu Zheng's heart sank all of a sudden, and the devilish energy around him became more and more unstable under the agitation, and a gust of wind was blown up.

His eyes gradually turned scarlet, and the power under his hands suddenly surged uncontrollably: "Qiao Yiran, who is that!"

Qiao Yiran had no idea what Chu Zheng was talking about.

The signs of Chu Zheng's breathing disorder have become more and more obvious, and he gradually cannot control the unwillingness gushing out of his heart.

Why did Qiao Yiran secretly form a pact with the demons!Who is it that deserves all the painstaking efforts of this high-ranking young master of the Feng clan!

Chu Zheng uncontrollably felt deep jealousy: Who is that person!I'm going to kill him!

Chu Zheng originally thought that he didn't ask for much. After all, Qiao Yiran is the God of the heavens, he has no desires and no feelings, and he has never been moved by anyone.

Chu Zheng knew how much Qiao Yiran hated the demons, no matter how indifferent he was to him, it was only reasonable.

But once he knew that this person didn't just have that cold expression on his face, and that he would do everything for another person, Chu Zheng couldn't restrain his heart from boiling. the fire!

They are all demons, so why can't I do it myself?Are you that disgusted with yourself?

Chu Zheng's eyes were burning red with jealousy. Under this distorted mood, his devilish power soared. Qiao Yiran could no longer control his actions. He clasped Qiao Yiran's waist forcefully, He kissed him regardless.

The white light from Qiao Yiran's fingertips popped up continuously, pinched several Qingxin formulas in a row, and patted Chu Zheng's shoulder without hesitation: "Be sober!"

The cool breath made Chu Zheng's brain clear for a moment, but he still hated it so much that his eyes were bloodshot.

No words are enough to describe his mood at this moment when the treasure that he has always coveted and endured has been taken first by others. Regret, anger, and claws scratch his heart.

Qiao Yiran's natal spiritual flame couldn't restrain Chu Zheng, which greatly reduced his combat effectiveness, and several wind blades almost cut to Chu Zheng's face, but Chu Zheng seemed to give up resistance completely, and the blood dripped down. fear nothing.

Chu Zheng bit Qiao Yiran's lips recklessly, with a desperate indulgence.

The short dagger in Qiao Yiran's hand tore through Chu Zheng's clothes, and he threatened in a low voice with a bit of anger: "Chu Zheng, I don't want your life for the time being, but if you want to do this again It's unreasonable, don't blame me for being rude!"

Chu Zheng's response was strong and paranoid: "If you have the ability, kill me!"

Qiao Yiran tried several times, but the inexplicable intimacy made him unable to deal with this person.

Seeing Chu Zheng's kiss all the way down, bringing a thrilling pleasure, Qiao Yiran closed his eyes annoyed: Damn it!What's so weird about this Chu Zheng!

Chu Zheng's low laughter was sarcasm: "Qiao Yiran, you liar! You said you hate the demons the most, but didn't you sign a contract with the despicable demons?"

"I believe your nonsense! I will go crazy because of you!"

"Just wait, I'll find that person and kill him sooner or later!"

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