Facing Xia Ling's questioning, Feng Zhuotian kept a cold face and didn't speak, and pulled her closer to the alley beside her. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He continued not to speak, and there was a murderous aura all around him, like the king of the night.

There was no light in the alley, and the street lamps outside stretched his shadow for a long time, and Xia Ling was a little flustered by this serious atmosphere.

But his pale emerald eyes were hidden in the night, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Are they really strangers now? He forgot that they had ever fought side by side?

No! If so, he couldn't have just intervened to save her, and he saved her again, didn't he?

"Feng Zhuotian, why are you so serious?" Xia Ling patted Feng Zhuotian on the shoulder, looking like the two of us are good buddies.

The murderous aura on Feng Zhuotian's body did not lose a single point, he grabbed Xia Ling's hand tightly, and pinched the little onion-like hand so that it sounded "click".

"It hurts! It hurts! Xia Ling slapped his other shoulder with his other hand, and then quickly took it back as if he was afraid of being caught.

How the hell is this like a coquette? Xia Ling rolled his eyes, indicating that he was also helpless.

"You know it hurts?" Feng Zhuotian finally spoke, but there was a joke in his voice, "If the knife just cut down, I'm afraid you don't know the pain now." ”

"I know it hurts, you let it go!" Xia Ling felt that his hand was about to shatter in his big palm.

"A good girl's house, she actually came out in the middle of the night to cut people, what does it look like, hurry back and run the company well."

Feng Zhuotian's preachy tone made Xia Ling very uncomfortable to listen to, and she straightened her spine, "I know I look a little like Yinyin, but I'm not her, so you don't have to treat me as her." ”

"I know you're not." Feng Zhuotian's tone was a few degrees colder.

"Besides, I can't go back, I've already made a contract with the Demon Dao." Xia Ling has a posture of how can you do me.

"I'll help you find a way to do this, you get out of here quickly." Feng Zhuotian had another non-negotiable tone of command.

What is he afraid of? How can I be afraid that she will fall in love with him?

"I don't!" Why should I listen to you, is the hall master of the Demon Dao very good? Isn't it equivalent to a department manager in a company?

"Hahaha...... A good woman doesn't let her eyebrows go. ”

At the mouth of the alley, a voice rang like a bell. It's the same cold, but it's as cold as iron, which makes people feel terrified, and it also makes people wonder what kind of person can make such a terrible sound?

Xia Ling obviously felt Feng Zhuotian's hand holding her and trembled, could it be that this was a person that even Feng Zhuotian was afraid of?

Xia Ling suddenly raised his head and looked towards the entrance of the alley, a thin and not tall figure stood there, but the coercion on his body made people almost dare not breathe.

Behind the man, he was already kneeling in a long row, and Feng Zhuotian quickly let go of Xia Ling's hand, stepped forward and saluted the man very respectfully, "Demon Lord." ”

It turns out that this stupid man is the Demon King? Although the temperament is a little colder, but there is nothing to be afraid of?

Xia Ling was already thinking in her heart, kill this demon lord, help Feng Zhuotian to ascend to the throne, and complete the hidden mission, she would be complete in this life.

When Xia Ling was dreaming in the dark, your Demon Lord suddenly took two steps forward, maybe it was dark, or it could be that the Demon Lord had bad eyes, anyway, he accidentally stepped on the hand of a little demon cultivator who was still kneeling and bowing his head.

Because he had just finished cutting people, the little demon cultivator's hand was still injured and bleeding, so he couldn't help but scream "whoosh".

The Demon Lord stopped, looked down at his black leather shoes, which had been rubbed with blood, and then at his own men who were screaming in pain.

"Come here!" The Demon Lord nodded at the little Demon Cultivator.

The little demon cultivator reluctantly got up and took a step forward, and arched his hand: "What does the demon lord command?" ”

Xia Ling was very familiar with the figure and voice of this little demon cultivator, how could it be the little Lori who brought her here?

Before he was in a trance, he didn't fully confirm it, but he saw the Demon Lord's hand stretched out to the head of the little demon cultivator.

Then, the little demon cultivator let out a scream like killing a pig, and the body that was still standing there just now was instantly only a pair of dry bones.

Although Feng Zhuotian had already covered Xia Ling's eyes as quickly as possible, she could still see clearly, she could clearly see the Demon Lord's zombie-like white face and bloodthirsty red eyes, and she could clearly see that the person was the little Lori who had contracted with her.

She's a few hundred years old, but she still looks like a teenager, right? She's just rubbing the Demon Lord's shoes dirty, huh? She didn't mean it, it was obviously ......

Xia Ling's body trembled uncontrollably in Feng Zhuotian's arms.

She wanted to cry, she wanted to shout, she wanted to ask why the Demon Lord was so cruel?

But her mouth was pinched by Feng Zhuotian, and she couldn't make a sound, only Dou Da's tears cut out the corners of her eyes and dripped on the back of Feng Zhuotian's hand.

Xia Ling suddenly understood what kind of situation she was in at the moment, although she was sad and angry, she was not clumsy. Soon, she held back her tears and stopped her trembling body, and Feng Zhuotian slowly let her go.

Looking up again, the little Lori has become a wisp of blue ash under the Demon Lord, and it has dispersed with the wind.

It turns out that it is only a matter of seconds to disappear, although little Lori has been cultivating for hundreds of years.

The Demon Lord grabbed his men and rubbed their hands against him, with a look of disgust that had just swatted a fly to death.

At this time, Xia Ling saw that all the people just now knelt down again. Even Feng Zhuotian beside him pulled her to kneel down together, and shouted respectfully to the Demon Lord: "The Demon Monarch is mighty!" ”

Is this the so-called Demon Path? Sure enough, it is a place where right and wrong are reversed, and there is no distinction between black and white.

doesn't even have the so-called spirit in the underworld movie, it seems that Xia Ling's previous estimation of this place was wrong, and his estimation of Feng Zhuotian was also wrong.

She couldn't tell if she was disappointed in Feng Zhuotian or what, in short, she regretted coming here. If she hadn't come, maybe little Lori wouldn't have had such a miserable experience.

The Demon Lord finished wiping his hands, but walked in the direction of Xia Ling, "What's your name?" ”

The Demon Lord tapped his polished black leather shoes in front of Xia Ling, which were shiny but stained with a little blood.

Xia Ling's fear just now had all turned into hatred, and he was no longer afraid at this time.

She really wanted to know, if the Demon Lord slashed her with one palm, would Feng Zhuotian help?

Xia Ling raised his head, glanced at the Demon Monarch with a smile in his eyes, and replied respectfully: "Back to the Demon Monarch, my name is Innocent!" ”

God knows she just made up a name at random.