blood sacrifice

Youlan's gaze narrowed dangerously, he restrained the right wrist holding the long sword, and Rong Ye's wrist joints creaked with excessive force.

"I'm asking you, what's wrong?!" Pulling people closer, seeing the red-faced but rebellious Xiao, he was furious. Why did he always fight against himself? !

"As he said." Rong Ye sneered.

Hearing this, the sneer on Mozun's face couldn't hold back anymore, and he exerted a little force with his left hand, only to hear a muffled sound, and all the wrist joints in his hand were shattered.

The right hand that had lost its strength could no longer bear the weight of the long sword, and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. The silver light attached to the sword flickered slightly, as if the last cry, and then lost all its brilliance like a piece of ordinary iron.

Hearing the sound, the Demon Lord was stunned, staring blankly at the pale sword light on the ground, and then realizing what he had done, the Demon Lord frowned.

Looking at Xiao Xiao's pale side face that was dripping with cold sweat but still not saying a word, there was some emotion swelling in his chest, and he wanted to comfort him but didn't know what to do.

Why do you lose your sense of proportion every time you face Xiao...

What happened when he fell to the ground can be guessed based on the situation, but I just want to hear him say, hear the unbearable anger and grievance in his eyes, but why do you always have to fight against yourself? !Xiao...

Angrily, he slammed the door and went out, and after a while, he turned back and threw the wound medicine in his hand that he had forgotten to put down on the man's table.

"Mo."

"Subordinates are here."

The elusive Nether Servant seems to be everywhere, even if you look carefully, you may not be able to see a single clue, but as long as the Demon Lord speaks, no matter when and where, there will be someone waiting respectfully for orders.

"The Arc Moon Clan, not one will be left behind."

Mo, who was waiting behind him, couldn't see the demon's expression at the moment, but was against the light, and suddenly found that just a back view could kill him so coldly.

"Yes. The one in the west room of the east side hall..."

"Don't you understand me when I say no one?"

A casual rhetorical question made Mo shiver, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.

"Subordinates take orders."

After finishing speaking, there was only Mo Zun standing against the light in the long corridor, but perhaps because of the light, at this moment, he was so lonely...

On the beam not far away, Mei Ji, who carefully manicured her round nails, sighed helplessly like a narcissist: "Tsk tsk, I haven't stopped for half a moment, and I have to go to clean up the house again. Hey, I am also a beauty." , although Yanguan Qunfang is at least a peerless beauty, why do you spend all day thinking about how to dress people, clean the room and other "hard work" things? I haven't had time to catch up on it until now Dim sum, hey!"

Talking to himself, but also clean and unambiguous, he flipped up and down from the beam lightly, and disappeared without a trace.

The north room of the east side hall.

The right wrist joint is completely broken and placed on a normal day, as long as the particles of spiritual power in the whole body continue to gather here and slowly repair it, it will be fine. It will be fine after a few more days of cultivation at most, but at this moment, Melting Night is equivalent to abolishing this hand.

It took a lot of effort to get fully dressed, Rong Yeban leaned on the pillar beside the bed, her right hand was completely numb and unconscious, and she was used to the tingling pain coming from the joint.

It's just that for some reason, the aimless blue eyes are not focused, but they are absent-mindedly fixed on the bottles lying on the table because of their roughness...

Where did this come from?

Why do you always send a little warmth after you think he is so cold, ruthless, cold-blooded and brutal? !

Maybe this is not warmth at all, it's just a mockery of myself, it's just a new drama that I don't know when it will be exposed!

but……

Such frustrated and angry eyes, for a moment, really made me mistakenly think that I am a different existence to him...

Oh, how could it be me? !

Even if it is really different, to him it should be Xiao and not Rong Ye!

It's just ridiculous that I have a moment of hesitation and fantasy at this moment!

What exactly happened here……

The bedroom in the main hall of the Wanmo Temple is so beautiful, it is not known who's heart has been disturbed, whose eyes have been fascinated.

=== Pull the light Pull the light ===

Once upon a time, they were just two parallel lines, thinking about each other, fighting for the glory of life and death...

Once upon a time, fate played a joke on them more than once, and the parallel lines that were forced to change direction began to deviate from their original track...

But who knows, a joke is a joke after all, even the parallel lines that are forced to have a focus, have their own sorrows, after the intersection, there is only a back that is going further and further away, no matter how regretful and crying, time will not last flow back...

The waning moon is half-circle, and there is a river of sorrow. People hate their own unchangeable destiny. They curse again and again, but they don't know what "fate" is...

After a sleepless night, Mei Ji personally came early in the morning to tidy her up and take her outside the bedroom to wait.

If Nether Servant is said to be a dark guard, then he naturally needs a few visible guards by his side, but the bright guards are like shadows, and after a long time, there will always be people who want to find ways to climb high, and the Demon Lord is wanton and unrestrained. Ming Wei has always been crowned with some colors that should not belong to him.

It is said that it is a close service, but it is just a servant who waits on trivial matters. The Demon Lord got up, and Rong Ye was called into the bedroom.

The erotic breath coming towards his face mixed with the smell of sweat and lust made Rong Ye frowned uncomfortably. Although there was only Mozun on the bed at the moment, anyone with a discerning eye could see what happened in the hall not long ago.

She pursed her lips tightly and went forward to wait on the man to get dressed, but it was inconvenient to only have one hand to move.

"Mei Ji didn't set your bones?" Mozun frowned as he looked at Xiao's lowered right hand.

"Don't bother," Rong Ye draped the robe over the man's body with one hand, the slender red marks on the honey-colored back were eye-catching, "I can pick it up myself."

"Hmph, that's because I underestimated your strength." Being restrained by soul suppression, it's not easy to get spiritual power to circulate throughout your body.

Frowning and looking at that powerless hand for a long time, he suddenly said viciously: "I don't need waste by my side."

Suddenly, without warning, his left hand grabbed the weak right hand, and the faint blue light quickly gathered and then disappeared, but it only hurt for a moment, but it hurt Rong Ye's pale face.

A trace of numbness and dull pain came from the fingertips bit by bit, and the consciousness gradually recovered, followed by the sharpness of bone dregs gathering in the flesh and blood.

During the movement, the servants were busy throughout the hall, and in a short while, a table of exquisite and delicious breakfast was neatly arranged.

With his collar open, Mozun leaned leisurely by the table, raised his chin at Xiao and signaled, "Sit."

But Rong Ye really sat down, not like the awe and flattery of others, with a frank and natural look, as if this is what should be done, making Mozun narrow his eyes, and the eyes are shining brightly.

It's just that the good times don't last long, people are sitting down, but they are just sitting, without the slightest intention to move their chopsticks.

"Eat." The other places are fine, but the only place where it only moves once poked makes the Mozun tired. When did he pay so much attention to other people's every move and remind him from time to time!

The smell of sweat mixed with desire is really unappetizing. I don't know if the man is deliberately teasing him or if he really has such tenacious nerves.Rong Ye didn't say anything but sneered.

Mozun was about to get angry, but Mo appeared by coincidence, staring blankly at the two eating at the same table who forgot to say anything.

"Just say what you have to say, what are you doing in a daze!" Seeing Mo's eyes lingering on Xiao's body, Mo Zun felt uneasy for a while, and all the anger that had not been vented just now was vented on Mo.

"There are 340 people in the Huyue Clan, and none of them survived." He bowed and replied, but he did not lower his eyebrows as before.

It is an unprecedented spectacle to be able to see His Majesty remembering to eat breakfast for the first time, or sitting at the same table with others. I don’t care about offense or not, just take a look first to satisfy my curiosity.

"En." Responded casually to show that he knew, vaguely, killing a family's life just based on his own likes and dislikes seemed to be a habit for him, but he didn't back down when he saw orders from the side, just stood there stupidly Demo, follow his gaze and know who it is without looking.

"roll."

The Nether Servant, who is no more than one person in the entire Demon Realm, has won his trust, but within a few days, he was blasted out of the hall by the Demon Lord one after another.

"You're really capable." Dissatisfied, he restrained Xiao's jaw, moved his face to him, looked at his unruly but lonely blue eyes, "It's only been a few days, and each of my six servants looks like It's as if you are enough of a soul, Lord God of War is very capable!"

For a moment of remorse, he shouldn't let him casually show up in front of others, he should hide him well, only he can see it!

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