The cute sword breaks the sky!

The demons who were watched like this were even more frightened, and they trembled.

And some knelt down directly, "Boom!"

"Monarch! Please don't kill me!"

"Dong dong!"

"Please! Don't kill me!" Their eyes were full of horror, but Wen Mo Yuan just looked up to the sky and laughed,

Accompanied by the sound of kneeling down, there was a burst of mourning and crying.

And some of the more powerful demons are touching their own weapons, wanting to draw their swords to compete with the demon king.

There are all kinds of demons here.

"It's a good show, isn't it?"

Wen Moyuan stroked Zhuhe's cheeks, Zhuhe's eyes were wide open, he didn't know why Wen Moyuan wanted to stroke him, but at this moment, Zhuhe felt a strange feeling.That is, he is not afraid of this Wen Moyuan.

He seemed to think that Wen Mo would never hurt him.

He didn't know where he came from, he actually felt that Wen Moyuan would not kill him.

In other words, it was actually because he had taken life and death lightly, not because he thought that Wen Moyuan would not kill him, so he was no longer afraid of life and death.

However, he knew one thing, that is, Wen Moyuan would continue to torture him.

Wen Moyuan liked to torture him, he knew it, so he was afraid.

However, what he was afraid of was Wen Moyuan's torture to him, he was not afraid of Wen Moyuan killing him.

He just looked down at these people who had dismissed him before, who were kneeling on the ground at the moment, their faces full of sadness and despair.

Thinking of how they used to dismiss him, Zhuhe felt his heart twitch for some reason.

But at this moment, a demon-like, bewitching whisper sounded in his ears,

"Zhuhe, you should know that this deity loves you the most. For this kind of garbage, this kind of garbage that despises you, this deity will naturally have to slap your face back for you. As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog, let alone, bamboo He, you are not a dog, you are the lover of this deity."

But this deep and hoarse voice is like fine wine, the more mellow the more fragrant it is, making Zhuhe suffocate.

He didn't know why Wen Moyuan said these words.

Wen Moyuan didn't need to say these words at all, because he didn't need to please himself.

Why did Wen Moyuan say this?

I have no use value for myself, right?

However, the situation did not allow him to think too much.

All I heard was a sudden scream,

"Father! Why did you suddenly grow vines in their bodies and let the vines eat them?" Wen Mu's face was pale, he forced his panic, and took a step forward, trying to use reason to suppress them. With my father,

"Father!

We are demons!

We don't care how you deal with him, father, we love you, father!

We are willing to follow you, father!Until death!

We are willing to sacrifice our lives for you, father!

Please let us fight these decent people and kill them all!

Until the last drop of our blood is shed, until we turn the whole world into the possession of demons!

Until the devil world will rule the world!

Until my father sits on the high dragon seat and becomes the strongest man in the world!

Father!

We have your back!

Please don't sacrifice us carelessly, let us advance as cannon fodder!

Let us turn into cannon fodder to protect this demon world that is still in its cradle! "

Wen Muchen tried his best to prevent his father from killing him.

But in fact, the demon king Wen Moyuan did pause for a while, and then he turned his hand slightly, touching Zhuhe's snow-white skin, and then stared at the demons who were kneeling in front of him, begging him to give them a way out. Clan, and those powerful demons who are about to fight back, with a pair of hatred.

"This scene is really good, isn't it?"