You...... Don't let go yet!"

The Nether God Monarch was close to him, his hair tightly wrapped around Pregnant Qiao's hair, and the exhaled breath sprayed on the back of Pregnant Qiao's neck, and Pregnant Qiao's white neck was immediately dyed with a layer of seductive pink.

"Little girl...... I'll help you cool down!"

The Nether God Monarch whispered in Pregnant Qiao's ear, turned over and pressed against Pregnant Qiao, and began to undo her clothes.

"You give me enough to stop!"

Pregnant Qiao shook her wrist and threw out the immortal vine, but was grabbed by the Netherworld Divine Monarch. He lowered his eyes and looked at Pregnant Qiao, hooked his lips and smiled, and said, "I was tied up by this thing once, I won't be fooled a second time!"

Angry and angry, she glared at the Netherworld Divine Monarch and clenched her teeth until she tasted a fishy sweet smell on the tip of her tongue.

The Nether Divine Monarch's eyes were sharp, and he stretched out his big hand and pinched Pregnant Qiao's jaw fiercely, and the strength was so great that Pregnant Qiao had to open her mouth, and a wisp of bright red blood slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth.

Like an enraged beast, the Nether God Monarch roared hoarsely, "You hate me so much, would you rather bite your tongue and kill yourself than have a close relative with me?"

The placket of her shirt was loose, revealing a patch of snow-white skin on her chest. She looked at the Netherworld Divine Monarch with teary eyes, and she was particularly aggrieved in her heart. She didn't know how to explain it to the Nether Divine Monarch...... At this moment, in the eyes of the Netherworld, is she pregnant or pregnant? She loves the Netherworld, but she doesn't want to be a substitute for anyone! That's why she made up her mind to reshape a body for the Netherworld, and if the Netherworld Monarch was still pleased with her at that time, she would rush into his arms desperately.

Enraged, the Nether God King rolled over and stepped off the bed, striding towards the door without looking back.

"Glass ......"

Hearing this call, the Nether God Monarch's pace slowed down a bit.

She clutched her horns until her joints turned white, trying to resist the urge to rush over and hug the man. She wanted to make her wait a little longer, but she couldn't open it anyway, she felt like her chest was blocked by something, and she was about to suffocate......

"Don't! don't leave me!" Pregnant Qiao sat up suddenly, and the plain white tuft of flowers slipped off her body.

"Are you awake?"

The Netherworld Divine Monarch, who was lying on the edge of the bed, also opened his eyes, stretched out his hand to probe Pregnant Qiao's forehead, exhaled lightly, and said, "Cultivators are physically strong, and they are generally not easy to get sick, and your body is too weak!"

"Am I sick?"

Pregnant Qiao's face was still a little pale, and the Nether God Monarch poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to Pregnant Qiao's lips. Pregnant Qiao took a few sips of tea, and her complexion looked better.

"From this day on, you have to eat more, and I will raise you to be fat and fat. ”

Pregnant Qiao nodded slightly, and said softly: "Thank you......" Pregnant Qiao wanted to say thank you for staying and staying by my side, but when the words came to her lips, she was still ashamed to say it.

The Nether Divine Monarch looked at Pregnant Qiao with half-squinted eyes, a smile on his lips, and said, "You really want to thank me?" ”

Pregnant Qiao opened her mouth in disbelief, it seems that this man is still a thief!

Just when Pregnant Qiao hesitated, the Netherworld God Monarch leaned forward, lightly imprinted a kiss on Pregnant Qiao's smooth cheeks, and said softly with his eyes: "I'll take my time, I won't be so reckless, didn't it scare you?"

Pregnant Joe's eyes rolled and she shook her head shyly.

Looking at Pregnant Qiao's delicate appearance, the Netherworld God Monarch was a little stunned. He coughed lightly, turned away, and said, "Today is the day of the Immortal Conference, let's go and join in the fun!"

Pregnant Qiao's heart was shocked, and she almost forgot about it.

The two of them simply cleaned up and hurried out. The market was crowded with people, all moving in the same direction.

"So many people...... Are they all going to the Immortal Conference?" said Pregnant Qiao with some surprise.

The Nether Divine Monarch and Pregnant Qiao glanced at each other, lowered their voices, and said, "Follow closely behind me, don't get separated from me." ”

The Immortal Conference is the only way for ordinary people to become immortals. Every time the Immortal Conference is held, Langfeng City will send a few first-grade immortals to preside over the Immortal Conference, and Siling Mountain will also send people to attend. Therefore, during the Dian Immortal Conference, thousands of people will come from all over the world and pour into Kunlun Zengcheng, even if they can't turn into immortals, they also need to have the demeanor of the immortals on Langfeng City and Siling Mountain.

Nether Divine Monarch and Pregnant Qiao followed the crowd to an open space, where a huge ring had been set up, and at this time, the surrounding area of the ring was crowded with black oppression. A grandstand was also built around the ring, and in the middle of the stand sat several white-haired old men with fairy wind bones, who should be the immortals of Langfeng City.

Next to the immortals sat a man in white with high hair and a crown, who was leaning lazily, his elbows resting on the armrests of his chair, his chin resting lightly, and looking at the crowd with disgust. The attitude of those immortal elders towards this man was very respectful, and there was a faint hint of flattery.

Next to the man in white sat a woman in green with an outstanding appearance, she combed her well-behaved double snail bun, and a few strands of hair fell from her sideburns and fluttered gently on her chest. She stole a glance at the man in white, and her face was slightly confused.

"I didn't expect that the Feather Spirit Lord of Fengming Mountain actually came to participate in the Immortal Conference in Kunlun Zengcheng in person, which really surprised the old man!" Next to the woman in green was a short gray-haired old man, his face was full of wrinkles, and even his facial features were squeezed so that he couldn't see clearly.

The man in white snorted coldly, didn't even raise his eyelids, and said in a cold voice: "Even you, an old king who has lived for tens of thousands of years, have come here in a hurry, how can I miss this wonderful event?"

"Who are you old phoenix scolding?" said the old man in Tsing Yi slammed his feet and slapped the table angrily.

"I'll scold whoever answers!" The man in white still didn't raise his eyes, looking like he was asleep.

"You ......"

The gray-haired old man was about to have a seizure, and a white-clothed and white-haired immortal chief immediately stood up, hugged his fists slightly, and said, "Feather Spirit Lord, Zuo Old Spirit Lord, please look at the thin face of the little fairy to dissipate your anger, the Immortal Conference is about to start." ”

"Humph!"

The gray-haired old man flicked his sleeves and sat down, still with some anger on his face.

Pregnant Qiao's eyes fell on the blue-clothed boy at the far edge of the stands, the boy was only eleven or twelve years old, with a beautiful appearance, and a pair of ice blue dragon horns that had just grown on his head.

Pregnant Qiao's eyes were shocked, and he would never admit that he was mistaken, this boy in blue was the Ice Spirit King Kong Sikong Yunbing. It's just, how could he be here? And he's such a young boy? Could it be that he has gone back to the past, and this mirror image was not made in the fairy world thousands of years ago?