When the devil

What Xia Zhou said seems to be giving Wei Ling a chance, but in fact Wei Ling knows that she has no chance at all.

Now he is only mortal with the naked eye, and there is almost no chance of winning against so many monsters, not to mention that Xia Zhou's so-called "defeat all" naturally also includes Wuwu himself. He said this just to let Wei Ling understand more deeply. One's own situation... and one's own identity.

Furthermore...

Wei Ling noticed the male demon who was sitting leaning on the armrest of the demon seat not far away to drink. continents are comparable.

Reality didn't give Wei Ling much chance to think. After Xia Zhou's voice fell, the surrounding monsters rushed forward. Wei Ling stepped back and drew his sword, and cut off the head of the monster that was attacking in front of him. Then he stared at the gap, turned and ran away .

Xia Zhou returned to the demon seat, looking at the group of demons chasing Wei Ling in front of him, he could hardly hide his emotions and showed irritability.

Chaos saw his reaction, and asked him with a smile: "If I defeat him, will you give him to me?"

Xia Zhou paused, as if he didn't expect Chaos to speak, he turned his head and stared at him for a while, and said, "Have you taken a fancy to him?"

Chaos smiled: "If you can see it, I can naturally see it too."

Xia Zhou was silent for a moment. He originally hoped that Wei Ling would retreat in the face of difficulties and beg for mercy just like the sacrifice just now. If so, he would definitely give Wei Ling this chance.

But right now, Wei Ling doesn't say anything, and even arouses Chaos' interest.

The smile in Chaos's eyes became stronger: "No way, Wuwu, you were fascinated by him, with reluctance written all over your face?"

Xia Zhou "tsk": "Fart, you want to go ahead."

Before he finished speaking, the shadow of Chaos disappeared in front of him. Xia Zhou froze for a while, suddenly felt cold, and got up to look in Wei Ling's direction.

Wei Ling is very smart. He knows that his chances of winning are slim, but he can always pass if he can't beat him. He forced his way to the direction of the gate. This place is not the desperate situation surrounded by lakes. If he is allowed to run out, it will be better than defeat. All monsters have higher viability.

If Chaos hadn't made a move at this time, Wei Ling really had hope of escaping from this palace where evil spirits gathered.

It's a pity that the speed of Chaos is too fast. When Wei Ling noticed it, Chaos had already appeared in front of him, and with just a snap of his fingers, a blood-red evil formation appeared on the ground. Wei Ling stopped immediately and quickly moved away. The light made him dizzy for a while, and when he came back to his senses, there was a piercing pain in his calf, and there was only screams in his ears. The monsters chasing him were accidentally injured by the evil formation, and some were even turned into ashes directly.

The strange afterglow of black and red intertwined enveloped the entire gate in a blink of an eye, but Chaos smiled without hesitation, and even boasted slowly: "The response is really fast."

Wei Ling looked at him, and already guessed the identity of this monster in his heart. The other party's killing intent was raging, and he was afraid that even if the next move was not fatal, it would make life worse than death.Thinking of this, Wei Ling could only choose to show weakness, he loosened his fingertips, and the Wangchuan Sword fell to the ground.

Chaos raised his eyes slightly, he wanted to continue to move, but saw that Wei Ling had lost his weapon, and his fighting spirit had retreated.

"I admit defeat, I belong to you, take me away." Wei Ling closed her eyes and stopped struggling.

Chaos raised his eyebrows, and there was an unscrupulous evil smile on the corner of his mouth. From the corner of his gaze, he saw Xia Zhou's face darkened by half, as if he was deeply stimulated by Wei Ling's words just now.

"I'm not the only powerful monster here." Chaos stepped forward and looked at Wei Ling's face carefully.

So damn good looking.

"Why did you admit defeat?" Fire Lion roared dissatisfiedly from behind: "Fight, keep fighting, it's not for you to choose the master, who you are is not up to you to decide."

Not only the fire lion, but other monsters were also clamoring. Just now, many of their own clan were wiped out by the blow of chaos. This group of monsters who didn't see the coffin and didn't cry didn't care at all.

Wei Ling didn't speak, he threw away the Wangchuan sword, and lost the last chance to resist, now any monsters who pounce on him can tear him to pieces.However, the current situation is besieged on all sides, this is his only chance, Chaos is no match, head-to-head can only lead to death.

Chaos laughed and said: "I came here today to ask for Pavilion Master Xia, so just add to the fun, if you want to follow me, I can keep you."

All the monsters protested dissatisfied, shouting that this game is unfair.

"You are mine, so I have the final say on how to use them. Otherwise, I will sacrifice you to make everyone here happy."

Chaos' words made the surroundings silence instantly.

Wei Ling didn't understand, and raised his head in confusion, Chaos greeted his gaze peacefully, as if comforting, and explained again: "Good things are shared, I want to give you to everyone to play, all monsters present have a share , isn't this... everyone's happy?"

"... "

Wei Ling couldn't believe it, thinking he heard it wrong, he backed up, but the blow from Chaos just now injured his leg, the pain was so painful, he couldn't stand firmly on his feet, and he fell to the ground. It was at this time that he realized his weakness The wound was still spreading, the blood shattered the skin, and the blood soaked the entire trouser leg, staining it bright red and dazzling.

The surrounding monsters couldn't wait to surround him. He had nowhere to escape. Some monsters grabbed his injured leg and dragged him out. The ugly face blocked the light.

He never thought that his final fate would be to be swallowed by a group of monsters. The chill of dying made him forget to struggle, and let the monsters suppress him. The disgusting touch penetrated his skin and made it messy. He opened his bloody mouth and bit down on his throat.

However, the pain of tearing did not hit.

Wei Ling was lying on the ground, with her long hair scattered and her slender neck exposed, waiting helplessly for someone to bite her.

Xia Zhou pinched the fire lion's mouth and threw it out. The fiery red body smashed through the wall of the hall, and the smoke and dust rolled with flames, slowly scattered under the horrified gaze of all the monsters.

Chaos whistled and stared at Xia Zhou with great interest.

The silver fox stood where it was, watching quietly.

"Pavilion, pavilion master...?"

You monsters, look at me, I look at you, no one dares to continue.

Xia Zhou grabbed Wei Ling's arm and dragged him up from the ground. Wei Ling was exhausted, and he raised his head after a while, with red eyes, looking at Xia Zhou with some misery.

"When did I say that I can share it." Xia Zhou glanced at Chaos, "You don't like the things I gave you, and you shouldn't waste them in front of me."

Chaos laughed: "Okay, not in your face, you give me the person, and I will take it back and spoil it."

Wei Ling's face was pale, she lowered her head and said nothing, Xia Zhou squeezed Wei Ling even tighter with her fingers.

Chaos said: "Or, you think eating him directly is a waste of good things, and he has other uses, and you want to demonstrate it yourself?"

"I also think it's a pity to eat it directly." Among the monsters, a monster who is not afraid of death came out and interjected: "This mortal is so beautiful, doesn't the Pavilion Master just like to vent on him? Hehe, why don't you let everyone try it?" ..." He was halfway through speaking, but he learned a wretched posture and pushed his hips.

The monsters understood and laughed excitedly at the same time.

Silver Fox couldn't stand it anymore, sighed deeply, and quietly left the hall from the side while no one was paying attention to her.

Xia Zhou didn't speak, he didn't seem to be able to hear the insulting voices around him, after a long time, he left suddenly and dragged Wei Ling to the Demon Seat.

The other demons followed him, full of sneering, they waited with joy, waiting for the demon king to share this peerless delicacy.Only, Chaos was still standing at the gate and didn't move. Seeing that Xia Zhou was angry, he felt that the joke should not be too harsh, so he decisively shifted his target, saw the silver fox not far away quietly receding, and on a whim, Chaos also followed and left the demon palace without a sound.

Xia Zhou put Wei Ling on the demon seat. Although the base is spacious, it is made of stone, hard and cold, which is very uncomfortable.Wei Ling propped herself up and shrank back, leaning against the towering backrest, unable to retreat.He listened intermittently to the obscenities spoken by the monsters, but Xia Zhou didn't deny it, and even leaned closer.

In a panic, Wei Ling kicked Xia Zhou in the chest, and was grabbed by Xia Zhou again. Those beautiful eyes finally showed Xia Zhou's long-awaited show of weakness and begging for mercy.

"Don't be here." His voice was low and unsteady.

"Huh? Where does Ah Ling want to go?"

"go back…"

Xia Zhou touched the wound on his leg: "Okay, here first." As he said, he leaned closer to Wei Ling's ear: "Go back and continue."

Wei Ling was taken aback, and punched Xia Zhou in the face with a clenched fist.Xia Zhou received this blow, grabbed him hard, and blocked him in the side corner of the demon seat.

The blood soaked the demon seat and wet Xia Zhou's clothes.

Wei Ling's heart was ashamed, and he broke out in a cold sweat. In resentment, he could only push the opponent's chest and beg, but the other monsters acted on their own devices. Their dirty claws pinched Wei Ling's wrist, and pressed it roughly on the armrest of the demon seat. Wei Ling struggled It was very severe, and his hands were covered with injuries, but how could he withstand so many monsters by himself, and he was exhausted after a while, so he could only close his eyes tightly to escape this endless despair.

The little monster was a little excited and opened his mouth to talk nonsense, but he stopped when he finished speaking. Some small black thorns protruded from his face, mouth, neck, and arms, and then a sharp thorn came out of the ground. He got up, pierced him from the abdomen, and pushed him into the air, blood splattered everywhere.

The other monsters were dumbfounded, and all retreated to the back, staring at Xia Zhou vigilantly.

"roll."

Xia Zhou lay in front of the demon seat, and when he looked back, the overwhelming killing intent made all the monsters stunned.

In the next instant, the group of monsters scrambled to roll away.

Wei Ling and Xia Zhou were the only ones left in the huge hall, and the surroundings finally fell silent.

Wei Ling buried her face in the corner, her hair was scattered on his delicate neck, and she twitched slightly with his rapid breathing.

"What you want me to find out, I've made it clear this time. How about you, and admit that you belong to someone else?" Xia Zhou pinched his face and turned it over. His pupils were blood red, and he touched Wei Ling with his fingertips. His jawbone seemed to crush him with a little force.

Wei Ling didn't respond to him, there seemed to be a cold mist in his eyes, and frost hung on his eyelashes.

"A Ling, you used to be one of the Four Great Immortals anyway? Why did you surrender when you saw a big monster?"

Xia Zhou's hand slid down to his neck, gently holding down the beating pulse.

Wei Ling's heart was beating fast, it was fear and hatred, all his strength was concentrated on his fingers, he pinched Xia Zhou's arm deeply, and resisted weakly bit by bit.

"Do not…"

Blood and slime mixed together, making a mess.

"Don't you just want my contract? Is it because of this that you get angry with me?" Xia Zhou wanted to smash him into pieces, making him look bad, and then mocking and destroying him, from flesh and blood to bones, to a grain of soul, Trampling|stomping everything.

Wei Ling bit her lip tightly and remained silent, the blood stained the base of her tongue.

"I give you."

Xia Zhou opened his mouth, and bit down hard on his slender neck.

The demon power penetrated into the whole body in an instant, and thousands of needles were completely pierced into the blood vessels.Wei Ling's eyes widened in pain, and tears fell helplessly.

His fingertips dug into Xia Zhou's skin, peeling off bright red bloodstains.

The demon power is out of control, eroding his remaining sanity like crazy, his body is gradually numb, and it becomes extremely difficult to even move. He is no longer the Heavenly Feather Immortal Venerable he used to be. What the body can bear.

Xia Zhou will kill him.

Wei Ling was thinking in a daze.

It wasn't that he was afraid of death, but that he didn't dare to imagine how crazy Xia Zhou would be if he really died here.

But what does that have to do with him?

If only this nightmare could end sooner...

Wei Ling's eyelashes trembled, her eyes dimmed, her breath choked in her throat and she couldn't breathe.

"Xia Zhou..."

The ferocious beast on top loosened its sharp teeth as if it had just woken up from a dream, the blood red pupils dimmed, and the slender pupils also dilated.

"..." Wei Ling half-opened her eyes in a daze, the black eyes were soaked with tears and crystal clear, as pitiful and cute as a wounded deer.

"A Ling, I'm here." Xia Zhou was calling him.

His slender fingers grabbed Xia Zhou's drooping hair and slowly moved up to touch his cold cheek.

"What should I do, you can't stand my engraving." Xia Zhou held the hand and murmured to himself.

He looked at the person under him, the engraving covered with fair skin was slowly receding, it was his proof, but he couldn't engrave it on the body of his beloved.He seemed to be lost, and the confused thoughts piled up in his heart, so he intensified, seeking comfort from Wei Ling by asking for it.

"How can I keep you by my side, no one can snatch you away."

Wei Ling listened to his voice, cold sweat broke out on his back, he almost died in Xia Zhou's hands just now, the ridiculous thing is... Maybe Xia Zhou didn't notice it at all from the beginning to the end.

He is Wuwu, he can't understand how fragile a mortal body is.

Xia Zhou lowered his head and pressed a kiss on Wei Ling's forehead, licking the slightly salty sweat into his lips.

Wei Ling's breathing was very light, and he was a little calmer than before. Xia Zhou didn't want to leave, so he just hugged him and comforted him.

Can't tell if it's love or pure instinct.

Xia Zhou's face was so close, Wei Ling closed his eyes tiredly as if he was tired of watching.

The gap between the two hearts seems to never be bridged.