The warm sunlight shone on her face, which made Du Jia feel very comfortable, and her long eyelashes trembled lightly a few times, and she regained her calm.

The whole body was sore, and Du Jia didn't have the strength to open her eyes. Although he was lying quietly, Du Jia's brain was running rapidly.

The scenes of last night and every picture with Rao Xue slowly flowed back in Du Jia's mind.

"Se'er, I know that you are awake, you open your eyes, let's have a good talk, shall we?" Rao Xue's voice sounded in Du Jia's ears, but this voice was no longer the original delicate female voice, but a deep male voice.

Du Jia slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person lying on her side with an expressionless face, dressed in snow-white obscenity: "Should you be called a snow girl, or ...... The Demon Prince? ”

"Se'er, I'...... I'm sorry! Rao Xue stretched out her hand and hugged Du Jia in her arms, "I don't want to lie to you, I am indeed a demon, I know that I am guilty, if I can die in your hands, I will die without regrets!" ”

"Let go of the master!" Du Jia struggled a few times, but he couldn't use the strength in his body, and he couldn't break free from the confinement of the monarch demon.

"Se'er, I'll clean it for you!" Seeing that Du Jia was exerting his strength, there was white liquid flowing out of the root of his thighs, Jun Demon breathed tightly, hurriedly turned over and got out of bed to pick up Du Jia, and walked towards the side room.

Hot water was already prepared in the bathtub in the center of the room, and the demon gently put Du Jia into the bucket, and gently scrubbed Du Jia's body with a cloth towel.

Du Jia leaned against the wall of the barrel, closed his eyes and did not speak, and the demon didn't know what to say, silently looking at the deep and shallow imprint on Du Jia's body, his eyes full of pity and chagrin.

For a while, there was only the sound of water in the room, and silence flowed between the two of them. It wasn't until the cleaning was completed that the demon took Du Jia out of the bathtub, wrapped it in a blanket, and carried it back to the bed, that Du Jia pulled away the demon's hand and sat on the corner of the bed: "Ye is hungry!" ”

"Oooh! I prepared rice porridge! The demon ran to the table happily, poured porridge out of the soup cup, and walked to the bed, "Se'er, I'll feed you!" ”

"No!" Du Jia stretched out her hand to grab the porridge bowl and tried that the temperature was just right, so she unceremoniously poured it all into her mouth, "Master still wants!" ”

After drinking three bowls of porridge in one go, Du Jia felt warm in his stomach, and his strength gradually returned to his body.

"Say it! Ogre King, what else do you want to defend yourself? If you don't have one, do it! Du Jia finally looked at the demon, but there was no previous infatuation in his eyes.

Jun Demon slowly walked to the side of the bed and stood up, wanting to reach out and hug Du Jia, but was stopped by Du Jia's cold eyes. Withdrawing his arm, the demon asked puzzledly, "Do it?" What hands? ”

"Either kill the master! Once and for all, you can continue to be your leader; Either stun the master and flee quickly, waiting for the pursuit of the whole martial arts. Duja paused, then said, "Or...... I'll kill you now! ”

Jun Demon looked at the cold light shining in Du Jia's eyes, and suddenly felt relieved, he smiled lightly and said, "Let me tell you my story!" ”

Seeing Du Jia looking at himself vigilantly, Jun Demon felt astringent in his heart: "Don't worry, I am reluctant to kill you, and I will not escape!" I said that I can die in your hands, and I will die without regrets! I just want to talk about me before I die. ”

"If there's a fart, let it go!" Du Jia couldn't match the expectant eyes of the monarch demon, and swallowed the words of rejection into his stomach.

Jun Demon sat opposite Du Jia, leaned lightly on the bedpost, raised his chin slightly, stared at a dot on the bed net, and his thoughts drifted to many years ago: "When I was a child, I lived in the countryside and had a happy home, a hard-working father, a beautiful mother and a lovely sister.

Unfortunately, when I was ten years old, my mother and sister suddenly disappeared, and my father said that my mother ran away with my sister and a rich man.

From then on, my father stopped working, and every day he borrowed alcohol to kill his sorrows, and when he got drunk, he beat me to death.

Once, I was beaten by my father and couldn't stand it, so I pushed him away and escaped. I lay dying on the side of the road due to my injuries, until the third day, when a man passed by and rescued me.

The man took me as an apprentice and taught me martial arts and disguise techniques, but he refused to let me call him Master. When I finished my studies, the first task he gave me was to kill my father with his own hands.

I didn't hesitate to stab my father in the heart with a knife, because I felt that it was better for him to die than to live in such pain.

The man was very satisfied with my performance and said that he would come to me if he could use it in the future. Before leaving, he asked me to change my appearance and warned me not to be gullible, let alone to despise women.

At that time, I did not know what he meant, but I still obeyed his orders, and with a face that was not good-looking, I came to a strange small village full of joy, and married a simple woman, intending to live the life of a male farmer and a female weaver that I had always longed for.

The lady began to be very nice to me, and I was also unwary of her, and told her everything about myself. The lady soon became pregnant with my flesh and blood, and I thought I could live happily ever after.

No, it didn't take long for me to see her and her brother in bed at home, when I returned from farming early.

In the face of my questioning, the two of them did not panic in the slightest, and threatened that if I dared to publicize it, they would report to the official and accuse me of killing my father.

They also told me that the lady had been married before she married me, and that I was just an excuse for them to give birth to the child in the open.

I couldn't get angry, so I killed them, and then fled to a town, where I entered the town's first household as a guardian.

There are five wives and concubines outside the staff, and the eldest lady is neglected because of old age and decrepitude, and is often excluded and framed by other concubines.

At first I sympathized with the poor woman, but ever since I came to her rescue and was deliberately pushed down the pond, she has been haunted by me.

Multiple colors. I exposed her, and she threatened me, if I didn't comply, I would tear my clothes and say that I was disrespectful to her.

I was completely disappointed in the woman, so I became entangled with her, and when I looked down and bit down on the flesh on her left breast, and saw her pained, frightened, desperate eyes, I had a whole sense of pleasure that I had never felt before.

After that time, I often changed my appearance to look differently, looking for those women who were not willing to be lonely. At the right time, he bit off the flesh of their left breasts, just to admire the look in their eyes before they died.

But because I killed a lot of women, those so-called martial arts righteous people began to hunt me down, so I used my small stature to disguise myself as a woman, and used my internal force to hide the Adam's apple in my neck to avoid them.

At that time, I felt that I was a righteous messenger, sweeping away those women who were noble on the outside, but in fact were unbearable in their bones......"

"Shut up! You killed someone, and you dare to say that you are doing good? You're crazy! Du Jia couldn't listen to it anymore when she heard this, "Women are also human beings, men can have three wives and four concubines, but women can't have love. Lustful? As long as you love me, can you handle it? ”

Jun Demon obediently stopped his mouth, and looked at Du Jia fixedly, his eyes were weak, as if he had been greatly wronged, which made Du Jia feel helpless to the extreme.

An ogre king who has killed countless people, pretending to be innocent in front of the master, isn't this looking at Zhang Fei's embroidery? How can an ordinary heart withstand such a visual impact?