After Lian Yuhuang finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Ling Xiao, reached out to touch Ling Xiao's cheek, and slowly smiled emotionally: "Uncle, I am more and more aware that you are so good-looking." ”

If you want to talk about Ling Xiao's appearance, if it weren't for the perennial ruthless anger between his eyebrows and eyes, which is prohibitive, in fact, he definitely has a very good-looking face when he tastes it boldly.

Deep eyes, thick eyebrows into the sideburns, nose like a hanging gall, the bridge of the nose slightly humped, cheeks as cold and hard as a knife, the most important thing is that when he faced his niece, his eyes unconsciously carried extreme tenderness, making people realize that under the terrible face of the yin owl, it turned out to be such a handsome and flawless face.

This is the first time that Ling Xiao has been praised for his good looks. In normal times, who would dare to talk about the appearance of the Demon Venerable? unless he was tired of life and looked for death.

Ling Xiao swallowed his throat unnaturally, grabbed Lian Yuhuang's hand and left his cheek, and said sluggishly: "Yu'er, don't make fun of your uncle." ”

Lian Yuhuang looked at the four handsome young men standing left and right behind him, stared at Ling Xiao's face carefully, and said with certainty: "Xun Feng said, these are the best-looking men in the demon world. But standing in front of my uncle, it was like putting a handful of withered dog's tail grass and blooming peony flowers together. ”

The dignified lord of the demon realm is compared to a peony flower, which is really a loss of majesty.

Ling Xiao cleared his throat and said, "Yu'er, why did my uncle become a dog's tail grass." ”

"Uncle, I said you are a peony flower. Lian Yuhuang corrected.

Of course, Ling Xiao knew her metaphor, but he didn't want to admit that he was a flower. He'd rather be a grass, that doesn't sound so weird......

"Uncle, Yu'er really wants to kiss you. ”

“......”

Before Ling Xiao could react, Lian Yuhuang had already touched the right side of Ling Xiao's face with one hand and kissed it.

Ling Xiao hurriedly stretched out his left hand to block his right face, and Lian Yuhuang's kiss only landed on the palm of his left hand.

Ling Xiao's palm suddenly burned.

Although the first person in the audience was bleeding, he took the time to give the two of them a roll of the eyes.

Lian Yuhuang was not discouraged, and soon his lips moved, stretched out the tip of his tongue, and licked it slyly on Ling Xiao's auricle, leaving a string of wet water trails.

Ling Xiao seemed to have been pulled out of the dragon scales, and stood up with a "bang".

Lian Yuhuang also stood up and leaned towards Ling Xiao, Ling Xiao leaned his body and dodged back, Lian Yuhuang curled the corners of his mouth, leaned over and said, "Uncle, you like your smell Yu'er so much." ”

Ling Xiao's body stiffened, stood up with a straight face, and said, "Yu'er, I have to leave beforehand." Do you have anything to ask them to arrange. ”

After speaking, he threw down the first platform and walked straight out of the main hall.

Dikun bowed his head and bowed, looking dazed. He had never seen Ling Xiao put on a face in front of Lian Yuhuang, and this time it was a rare cold aura.

Lian Yuhuang was fine, the jade arm hooked his fingers to the side, and the waiter with the fruit bowl immediately lifted the fruit bowl over, Lian Yuhuang picked up a crystal purple grape and put it in his mouth, looking at the direction of Ling Xiao's departure, squinting and enjoying the sweet and sour deliciousness, there was no embarrassed look on his face.

Lian Yuhuang admired the four beautiful young men around him, and leisurely ate the fruit, and soon after, someone came to report that the molten iron was ready.

The four of them carried a large furnace of red molten iron more than half a person high to the outside of the hall, and the other two added red charcoal fire under the crucible furnace. The crimson liquid bubbled up with restless bubbles.

No one knows what the molten iron is going to do when Lian Yuhuang wants it.

She glanced at Dikun and walked slowly outside the hall.

"What do you want to do?" Yang Zi was put in front of the molten iron by Di Kun, and he had a faint bad premonition.

"Let you be honest. Lian Yuhuang spit out a grape seed and said, "Sweet." ”

Then she grabbed Yoko's arm and, without warning, plunged his right hand into the molten iron.

The molten iron suddenly emitted a puff of green smoke, accompanied by the smell of scorching and a sharp howl, and the whole person was out of control.

The corners of Di Kun's eyes also trembled, and he barely controlled his expression.

Lian Yuhuang still looked so faint, looked at Yang Zi, who was so sore that his teeth cracked his mouth, and asked, "How is it, have you thought of anything?"

"I have one, disciple ......" Yoko's voice was miserable and sharp.

Lian Yuhuang let go of his hand, Di Kun also let go, and Yu Yangzi's whole person was paralyzed on the ground and rolled back and forth, and only the half arm and five fingers of his right hand were left with incomplete scorched bones, with a terrifying trace of flesh and blood.

"Name?" Lian Yuhuang asked.

Yu Yangzi struggled and took several deep breaths, and the time of hesitation was not long: "Lu, Tianqing." ”

Lian Yuhuang nodded with satisfaction, and asked with interest, "Does it hurt?"

There were mountains of swear words in his heart, but he didn't dare to scold anymore, he bit his lip out of blood, and convulsed all over his body as if he wanted to eat someone. He whispered: "Please, let Tianqing ...... go"

Lian Yuhuang looked at it for a while, felt bored, and turned to leave.

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Ling Xiao hadn't appeared in front of Lian Yuhuang for a few days.

Lian Yuhuang would go to the Netherworld every other day, and there were more beautiful men in her dormitory, except for the time to go to the Netherworld, they would take turns serving her every day, letting them dance the sword and play the piano for her, and accompany her to drink and have fun.

The four demon envoys felt the sudden change in the temperament of the female honor, they had never seen such a scene of pleasure in the demon world for so many years, and they couldn't adapt to it for a while.

However, there is nothing that they in the Demon Realm are unacceptable to act.

Doesn't Dikun himself have about thirty concubines?

It's just that this style of the Demon Realm is put on Lian Yuhuang, and they always feel a little disobedient.

But that was the old practice of the feather phoenix.

Whenever they raised their eyes and saw Lian Yuhuang's face now, they felt that it seemed normal for her to do anything.

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Di Kun finally captured Lu Tianqing to the Heavenly Demon Palace.

Lian Yuhuang is in the pavilion of Chengluan Courtyard, the red and white double layer of tulle hangs around the pavilion, the table and chairs in the middle of the pavilion are gone, replaced by a wide mahogany soft couch, two beautiful young men wearing red on the outside and white on the inside will lift the tulle on the front of the pavilion, Di Kun stands outside the pavilion, and next to him is a bound Lu Tianqing, waiting for the fall.

Lian Yuhuang lay crookedly on the lap of the two beautiful young men, eating the dried fruits they fed, and drank another glass of wine, his cheeks were already flushed, and after a while, he glanced at Lu Tianqing casually.

"Is he the son of the head of the Qishan Pailu?" she asked.

"Exactly. ”

"It's good. She retracted her gaze, and with a flick of her fingers, the Seven Absolute Silk flew out of her waist with a whoosh, wrapping Lu Tianqing around her, and the rope also fell to the ground in the blink of an eye—it had already been cut by her with the blade of the Seven Absolute Silk.

"How old are you?" she asked softly, reaching out to take Lu Tianqing's face.

Lu Tianqing was only seventeen or eighteen years old, with a long white and beautiful face, exuding a youthful and childish aura that was younger than his actual age, and his eyes flashed with a paranoid and unruly light.

He was knocked unconscious and tied to the demon realm for no reason, he had never seen this kind of battle, and at this time there was a blank and disgusted expression on his face.

"Who are you, and why are you arresting me?" he asked.

"Your first time meeting me?" she asked.

"Let me go, otherwise, my dad won't give up. His tone was calm.

"Really? Although Lian Yuhuang let out a laugh, the skin and flesh did not really laugh, she stroked Lu Tianqing's face and pushed him to the couch, and the original few male attendants immediately got up and gave up their seats.

"What do you want to do?" the young man was a little nervous as Lian Yuhuang stretched his hand from his white neck into his chest. But he was pointed, and he couldn't move, otherwise he would definitely jump.

Lian Yuhuang touched his arm along his chest, and finally grabbed his palm and raised it.

"Your hands are so calloused, rough and ugly, they don't match your face well. Lian Yuhuang pinched his two wrists and looked at his big, rugged hands.

"Your master Yuyoko must like your hands very much, right? These hands have created so many harmful good things?—— you must be a genius. ”

Lu Tianqing's eyes blinked evasively - genius, this is the second time in his life that he has heard someone praise him like this. The first person to praise him in this way was neither his father, nor his mother, nor his master—but the woman in front of her said it.

"Y-How do you know?" he asked, blank and wary.

Lian Yuhuang asked someone to take out the collar that was broken in two halves and four blades, helped Lu Tianqing sit up, and asked, "In addition to these, you must have cast a lot of good things." Tell me, what else?"

Her voice is seductive and simple, shocking and beautiful.

Lu Tian said crisply: "How do you know that I created these?"

How do you know? Being lured into telling the truth so easily, this kid is probably a little dull in his mind, Di Kun thought to himself.

Lian Yuhuang's two beautiful eyes stared at Lu Tianqing's face, slowly leaned over, and said at the tip of his nose: "Little genius, you are so cute." I can't help but want to kiss you. ”

As he spoke, Lian Yuhuang's lips brushed the tip of his nose.

"Don't ......" Lu Tianqing was very nervous, he felt that his heart was pounding, and something wanted to pop out of his body.

"Are you nervous?" Lian Yuhuang pinched his chin with satisfaction, paused for a moment, stretched out the tip of his tongue, licked Lu Tianqing's lips, and drew small circles on his upper lips.

A few of the beautiful young men next to him showed surprised or envious looks.

Dikun's eyes seemed to be poked, and he said stiffly: "My subordinates retire." ”

Lian Yuhuang ignored him, and kissed Lu Tianqing on his eyelashes, on his ears, on his neck, ripped open his shirt, kissed on the small point on his chest, and kissed it slowly, as if he was treating a favorite toy. "It turned out to be you. Tell me, who made these things minted?" she asked softly.

Lu Tianqing's mind had blossomed, and he didn't know where he was at all.

He felt a little strange and a little comfortable being treated like this, so although he was very nervous, he didn't shout to stop. He was a little expectant and scared of what would happen next.

Lian Yuhuang untied Lu Tianqing's belt, took off the essence of Lu Tianqing's upper body, grabbed Lu Tianqing's big rough hand, and sent it between his legs.

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"Yu'er, what are you doing?" Ling Xiao suddenly appeared in the courtyard and asked sharply.