sword color

When the sky was turning white, Du Zhilan woke up early for the first time, and dazedly found a warm naked body lying beside him.

The demon emperor, who was also naked, froze for a moment, turned his head abruptly, stared at the peacefully sleeping Taoist with burning eyes, and didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

"Isn't it a dream..."

Du Zhilan felt a little apprehensive, stretched out his hand and pinched the soft flesh on his cheek, hiss, it hurts!

Began to believe that Jian Qing had returned to his side perfectly, Du Zhilan unconsciously had a cheerful smirk on his face, he slightly propped up his upper body and lay on his side, with countless small pink bubbles popping up in his heart .

But he was still a little uneasy, hesitating for a moment, he still stretched out his fingers and tentatively poked at the man's handsome sleeping face, only touching the skin slightly, the temperature from his fingertips made him withdraw his hand nervously.

"Ha, it really is true!" Du Zhilan blinked his eyes and jumped for a while silently. After the excitement passed, he suddenly felt a little sad.

He lay back under the quilt again, carefully moved over to stick close to Jian Qing's side, and hugged his hands and feet tightly, with such strength that the facial features of the sleeping elder sword-wielding almost twisted into one place.

So Jian Qing immediately woke up completely from the hazy and fragrant spring dream last night. At first, he lowered his eyes to look at the naked man who buried his face on his chest and kept rubbing and licking him, then he frowned and struggled Withdrew one of his arms from the opponent's confinement, and stroked his messy black hair.

"Stop sucking, I'm a man, I don't have milk, if I'm hungry, get up and have breakfast."

Jian Qing's voice was hoarse and dull, and his slow words were obviously full of satiety. Although the content was not very reliable, at least it successfully diverted the naked man's attention, and he breathed a sigh of relief from the crisis of suffocation.

When the Taoist priest spoke, Du Zhilan froze for a moment due to the vibration in his chest. Fortunately, his face was thick enough, so he raised his head nonchalantly. By the way, he stretched out his wet and hot tongue and continued to lick the erect bead head. He said with a sinister smile. : "Maybe there is? I have been hungry for hundreds of years. Last night, the emperor was not full..."

When Du Zhilan said this, his face was neither red nor out of breath, he slightly bent his eyes, bent his knees viciously and rubbed against the other's leg.

"..." The Taoist priest's black eyes sank, and he pursed his lips in silence.

To say that Du Zhilan could gain the upper hand with such a simple provocation, unless Jian Qing's cultivation level fell back to the level of ordinary people, on the contrary, it would be too easy for a Taoist priest to punish the little tiger.

He slightly raised one eyebrow, pushed away the naked man who was pressing on him, waved his hand, and the scattered robe flew back and put it on his body, three layers inside and three layers outside were tightly wrapped.

Ha, this is great, you can neither see nor touch it.

Du Zhilan squatted on the corner of the bed with his knees hugged in depression, his eyes were shining with resentment.In a trance, Jian Qing seemed to be able to see the tail behind his buttocks, even shrinking into a circle listlessly.

The real Jianqing, who has transformed into a fairy again, patiently dressed the dissatisfied Yaohuang Highness. During this period, several "clothes defense battles" took place, and finally the strong-willed Taoist priest won the painting Last full stop.

"Anyway, we can practice as a Taoist couple, and it won't ruin our practice. What's wrong with that?" Du Zhilan lay on the bed, refusing to get up, his hair like dark black silk scattered on the snow-white sheets, and he didn't care about his image at all.

The well-maintained toes slowly rubbed against the eaves of the bed, and the nails scraped and scraped the thighs sitting on it.

The Taoist priest in white lowered his head and cast a glance, his indifferent expression was completely unmoved, and he was holding a sandalwood comb in his hand to comb his hair. His voice was as gentle as before, even Du Zhilan would not tire of listening to it for another thousand years.

"Cultivation should naturally focus on few desires. Indulging in sex will shake your will." Jian Qing shook his head, shook the wooden comb in his hand, and said, "Come here."

Du Zhilan rolled his eyes, and said with a chuckle, "Let me kiss you, and then go over."

The corner of Jian Qing's mouth twitched, and he said expressionlessly: "If you don't come here, I will let you die."

"How to die?" Du Zhilan asked without fear of death, "I am also happy to die on the bed."

"... Suffocated to death." The cold-faced Taoist priest was silent for a while, and said so.

So the little tiger naturally crawled over obediently with low eyebrows, lay down on Jianqing's lap, and waited obediently for him to comb his hair.

It's so close that it doesn't make people play tricks. It's really painful for His Majesty the Demon Emperor!

The rumors about a human cultivator breaking into the palace of the White Tiger Demon Emperor and staying overnight quickly spread in various versions in the White Tiger Palace, but there are a few things in common among the many versions— —

The human cultivator who broke into the palace was handsome and handsome.

This person is the male favourite of His Highness the Demon Emperor, who was once abandoned by his flamboyant Highness, so he traveled thousands of miles to search for him.

It turned out that Lord Yaohuang was not "no way", on the contrary, he was very "powerful", and the sound of yelling for the bed rang for most of the night.

In the end, the male favourite, who had regained his favor, became inseparable with His Highness the Demon Emperor again under His Highness's "love".

These rumors would naturally fall into the ears of the parties involved, and Jian Qing naturally laughed it off, while Du Zhilan, who has always had a good face, laughed from ear to ear for three days.

One never talks too much, and the other can see its success. Of course, no demon will know the truth about the bed brother.

Although the relationship between Jian Qing and Du Zhilan has become an undisclosed secret, but he is a human being who spends his days among the monsters, so of course he will inevitably be rejected, especially as a "male favourite".

What's more, the current war situation is turbulent, even if Jian Qing has no intention of intervening in Shenxuzong's affairs, he still has concerns in his heart after all.

After lingering in the demon world for a while, he brought up the matter of returning to the human world again.

Wearing a light yellow brocade costume, Du Zhilan leaned on the low couch in the side hall, with one leg bent, fingertips gently rubbing the gold line drawn on the cuff, his eyes fell on the Taoist priest in white opposite him, his expression was not serious nice.

"You are going to the human world, what about me?" Du Zhilan said sullenly, "If something happens to me on the battlefield, what are you going to do?"

"Don't talk nonsense." Jian Qing frowned, "Your Majesty, how can you go to the battlefield at will?"

Du Zhilan sat up and added jealousy: "How can it be impossible, the battle situation is so chaotic now, anything can happen."

Hearing what he said, although it was unavoidable to exaggerate, Jian Qing still lowered his face and fell silent.

The water in the demon world is so deep, why not...bring people back to the human world together?

After carefully thinking about the consequences of suddenly evaporating a demon king in the demon world, he couldn't help but become as ugly as Du Zhilan.

Just as he was thinking of a way to get the best of both worlds, there was a sudden sound of anxious footsteps outside the hall.

"His Royal Highness, there is a report from the sentry that the Heaven Realm has been captured! The Heavenly Emperor was injured by the Dragon Emperor, His Majesty the Demon Emperor, and the Mozun, and his whereabouts are currently unknown!"

Du Zhilan and Jian Qing looked at each other in amazement at the same time. Before they had time to digest the shocking news, the next thing that was even more unimaginable came again: "Just now, the Dragon Emperor suddenly led the dragon clan to defect, and His Majesty has announced that the demon world has withdrawn from the war!"

The White Tiger Palace is quiet at the moment, and there are also other Demon Emperor Palaces with the same strange atmosphere. The 1000-year chess game is going to end hastily in this way this time?

Only in the mysterious demon emperor hall in the center, a handsome man covered in a pure black robe stood quietly with his hands behind his back, looking at the silver-haired man who was laughing, slowly aroused a hint of mockery. Laughing: "Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, now that the monster clan and the dragon clan are no longer allies, are you not afraid that I will throw you out immediately?"

The Yao Emperor speaks lightly and softly. Among the four emperors of Heaven, Demon, Yao, and Dragon, the Yao Emperor has the mildest temper, at least on the surface.

The silver-haired man raised his head, his golden pupils were in high spirits, he seemed to be in a good mood, even the soft knife in the Yao Emperor's words was automatically ignored, Dragon Emperor Chong Yezheng squinted his eyes, and said with a light smile: "Throw me away!" I'm going out? I'm afraid you don't have the ability. As for allies, anyway, you've already got what you want, and I also... Now that the goal has been achieved, the rest is just a reason to end the war."

The Demon Emperor's eyes were like lightning, and he asked with great interest: "You...really got it?"

The Dragon Emperor, who was drinking a small wine with great interest, froze and forced a smile: "Of course."

All he got was a contemptuous sneer from the other party.

The Dragon Emperor's face turned dark immediately.

He still wanted to refute, but unexpectedly, a cold and ethereal female voice came from outside the door, calling lightly: "Your Majesty."

As soon as the Demon Emperor heard the voice, he immediately left the bitter-faced Dragon Emperor aside, followed the Demon Queen and left.

"Hmph, wife slave..." The Dragon Emperor drank all the precious wine from the Demon Emperor's collection in one gulp, and sneered coldly, with no dissatisfaction on his face, probably because he was already used to it.

Cup after cup of strong wine burned his cheeks slightly red, and his pupils were also stained a little blurred.

The whispers of the demon emperor couple from outside came in from time to time, the Dragon Emperor finally couldn't help but look back, and a faint envy flashed in those golden eyes.