Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

With a smile, it happens to be gentle and unstained by half dust, as far away as the fairy on the cloud.

Looking at this man whose scenery is like a warm sun, Jian Lu moved his lips, and the color of endless obsession appeared in his eyes uncontrollably.

elder brother……

After reading all the documents in her hand, Xu Qingyu turned her attention to the dark blue in the glass vessel.

Thinking of all his hard work in recent years, and the fact that he has not yet seen the cute appearance of the newborn baby, he unconsciously stroked the utensil with his fingertips and murmured to himself.

"Losing my little guy, those wastes are really not enough to forgive."

Feeling the tender nostalgia and slight bewilderment in the man's words, Jian Lu's fingertips tightened slightly at his side, eyes downcast, and the gloomy emotion in his eyes flashed away.

Brother, as expected he was still affected, I really want to...kill him!

Sighing lightly, Xu Qingyu reluctantly handed the medicine to Jian Lu beside her, "Seal it up first, maybe..."

The lips are lightly hooked, as gentle as the wind.

"We will meet again..."

My dear... the little demon emperor.

163. My First Love Is The Demon Emperor 2

All the way to the house, Feng Ze got off the car, took off his helmet, shook his messy short hair, and entered Feng's house with his backpack.

As he entered the house, the lights of the closed house, which had been caged in darkness, lit up rhythmically like stars in the night.

Different from the fast-paced and superficial luxury of the city, the overall style and layout of the closed house are more like a cup of tea after a long period of precipitation.

The walls are all white, and the interior is a mix of rosewood and rosewood wood. A row of green radishes hanging in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows tilt their heads and hang down a few green radishes, shaking gently with the breeze blowing in from time to time, making this rigorous Chinese style There is more mood of quietness and inaction.

After opening the dark pavilion and entering the middle hall, Feng Ze took out the arresting spirit box from his backpack and placed it in front of him, then reached out and took out a dagger from under the desk.

Without even frowning, he cut his finger neatly, and in the next second, Yin Hong's blood gush out from the wound.

Before the case, Feng Ze calmly held his hand in the void, using blood as a guide, and quickly wrote a complex rune.

Seeing the blood-colored rune in the void tremble, and then drilled into the arresting box in front of him.

On the case, the palm-sized Lingling Box began to tremble violently. Accompanied by this wordless tremor, it seemed that a woman's painful howling and angry struggle came from the void, but it was powerless and futile.

After a full ten breaths, this struggle finally slowed down until the room was peaceful.

As for the dark brown lacquer top of the Juling box on the case, a word 'Feng' carved in seal script has emerged at some point.

service seal.

So far, she has officially become a puppet in Feng Ze's hands.

Putting the arresting spirit box on top of the hall table, Feng Ze exited the dark pavilion, and just as he closed the door of the study room, he suddenly sensed something, turned his head suddenly, and the moment his sight reached a certain place, the color of his eyes changed. cold.

On the wooden coffee table in the living room on the first floor, a bamboo basket appeared strangely in the short time he entered the hall just now.

What's more, he didn't hear any movement just now, and the demon-forbidden formation around the sealed house was not touched, as if this thing really came out of nowhere.

Big demon?

The next second his mind came up with such a noun, Feng Ze denied it.

No, it is impossible for the big monster to appear here safely without touching the sealing circle at all. If it is not the big monster, then...

Demon Emperor! ! !

The moment Feng Ze thought of these two words, Feng Ze's pupils shrank, and the moment his muscles tensed, the Bone Nail he carried with him immediately slipped into his palm and stood by.

The human territory is divided into countless pieces, and each piece of territory has a country, and the country has a leader representative, and this leader symbolizes the supreme power.

The monster clan is different from the human's divided territory system. It has been passed down for thousands of years that they only serve one emperor, and all monsters only rule one emperor.

Among the strictly hierarchical demon clan, the demon emperor is an invincible, invincible and powerful existence. Not only can he order all the demons to serve him, but more importantly, he is a symbol of the demon clan's invincibility.

However, the emperor who never fell from the demon race unexpectedly fell ten years ago.

In just ten years, under the vigorous siege and schemes of the human superiors, the monster clan has gone, and it is now at the time of dying.

As the only successor of the Feng Clan, Wan Yao has no time to hide from Feng Ze, so how could there be a monster clan that can rival the power of the Demon Emperor suddenly come here?

Just when Feng Ze's mind was churning with thoughts, he saw a burst of white light flickering not far above the coffee table. Amidst the waves of streamers, a white fox slowly appeared in midair.

The whole body of Lingkong fox is like snow, and its bones are naturally charming. Every slight raise of its eyes, and every gentle swing of its tail can make the onlookers clearly feel the natural nobility and self-ashamedness washed out from its whole body. Shameful elegance