【Chapter 081】

In the palace of the demon king, the dark fragrance floats, and the red yarn is long, which leads people to reverie.

Qianyue looked at the red gauze tent that was hung up in the hall a month ago, and smiled slightly in her heart, just because Meili said that she liked red in front of people, the king took off the blue treasure yarn he had always used and replaced it with this cheesy red.

Now that the king has favored another Suwen, the previous red color has faded again and changed to blue.

In January, the wind and dust suddenly changed, only to see the newcomer laughing, and the old man crying?

Qianyue looked at the two vague shadows in the dormitory, and didn't dare to step forward, so she only reported in front of the hall, "Your Majesty, the charming prince has been kneeling outside for an hour......

Demon Zixun sat at the table and looked at Su Wen, who was standing dumbfounded, and his lazy voice reached Qianyue's ears with a hint of impatience, "Let him leave." ”

"The slave has already said it, but the prince still asks to see the king!" Qianyue's voice trembled a little, and she was a little worried about the fate of Meili in her heart.

Demon Zixun stroked his forehead and said, "Since he is willing to kneel, then let him kneel, and when he is willing to get up, send him back to the Dark Incense Palace!"

"Yes. Qianyue timidly retreated.

The red candle trembles slightly, and the thin wine lingers.

The demon picked up the cold wine that had been on the table for a long time and drank it all.

Then he looked at Su Wen beside him, and finally spoke, "From today onwards, you are going to stay in this Demon King Palace, and you are not allowed to leave half a step, do you hear?"

Su Wen nodded.

The demon Zixun frowned, his fingers fluttered in the empty wine glass, and asked casually, "What's your name?"

Su Wen remained silent, glanced at the demon Zixun, and gently scratched the middle finger with the green nail on his thumb, and the blood suddenly flowed out.

Youzixun frowned again, put the wine glass in his hand on the table, and said cautiously, "What do you want to do?"

Su Wen hurriedly shook his head, and quickly wrote two words on the table with his blood-stained fingers, "Su Wen." ”

Demon Zixun looked at Su Wen and was stunned for a long time before he said tentatively, "You...... Can't speak?"

Su Wen nodded, and a black thread poured down, covering his eyes.

The demon Zixun was a little stunned, and hurriedly said, "You are the one selected from the underworld?"

Su Wen showed a puzzled look on his face, and his white jade-like fingers swiped across the royal blue glass table, leaving a red trace, but the blood was imprinted on this royal blue, and it looked like ink stains, "Who is leaving the underworld?"

The tulle was light, the fog and rain flew in, and the hall was a little more chilly.

The demon looked at the carved window that was blown open by the wind, and with a slight wave of his wide sleeves, the window slammed shut with a bang, leaving a string of echoes in the hall.

Su Wen's body trembled, but his eyes covered by black hair were still clear, and he looked at the demon Zixin without any emotion.

Demon Zixun looked at Su Wen with some incredulity, she couldn't believe that someone so picky with a discerning vision would find someone who couldn't speak to do what she had to do!

After looking at Su Wen for a long time, Demon Zixun spoke, "What is the relationship between you and Demon Venerable?"

Su Wen bit his lip, as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he moved his hand to continue paddling on the table, "Demon Venerable is the master. ”

Demon Zixun looked at Su Wen's nails that had been clasped in the wound, frowned, and his fingers slid lightly on the table, and the few lines of small characters left on the table disappeared, changing a piece of paper and an inkstone on the table, and said, "Write it on this." ”

Su Wen nodded and made a gesture of gratitude.

Youzixun picked up the wine glass again, drank the sweet and bitter wine in the glass one by one, and said, "Do you want to speak?"

Su Wen looked at the demon Zixun, as if listening to her words.

Demon Zixun glanced at Su Wen, holding the wine glass in one hand, and slicing the other hand over Su Wen's smooth face, "It's a pity that you look so beautiful, you can't speak." ”

Su Wen picked up the wolf's pen, dipped it in some ink, and wrote on the paper, "Born, no sound." ”

"Born?" Demon Zixin looked at Su Wen's eyes, and always felt that there were still some things in his eyes that were not in his heart, which made people unable to see through and guess.

Su Wen nodded.

Demon Zixin stopped talking, if Su Wen lost his voice because of something the day after tomorrow, she made some spells to make him return to the way he was, but if it was, no voice was born, then there was really nothing she could do.

It's like there are some things, if they were there before, then it's easy to have them again, but what if they didn't have them before?

No matter how hard you try, it's all in vain.

Demon Zixun's hand stayed on Su Wen's face, but his dark blue pupils kept staring at him, Su Wen not only did not dodge, but also moved his body closer to Demon Zixun.

The originally plain eyes were filled with a hint of seductive charm.

Demon Zixun hurriedly let go of his hand and smiled awkwardly.

This General Guyang, ** is really good!

Seeing that Demon Zixun didn't make the next move, Su Wen also put away his charming look, and just looked at Demon Zixun lightly.

For this demon king, he really didn't dare to be presumptuous.

The demon Zixun's fingers moved lightly, and another glass of wine was full.

The white jade cup is full of sorrow.

If you're drunk, you won't have so much to worry about......

The demon Zixin smiled bitterly, and when he raised his head to drink, his wrist tightened, and a few drops of the liquor in the white jade cup splashed out, sliding a curved straight line on his hand, and then fell, falling to pieces.

Su Wen grabbed the wrist of the demon Zixun, refused to relax, and looked at the demon king in front of him with blazing eyes, who was obviously borrowing wine to kill his sorrows.

"What do you want to do?" Demon Zixin changed one hand to hold the wine glass, poured the sake in the cup into his mouth, and turned his eyes to look at the hand held by Su Wen.

Su Wen made a gesture, "Your Excellency is in a bad mood?"

The demon laughed and put the half-empty wine glass on the glass table, making a crisp sound.

Letting go of the demon Zixun's hand, Su Wen quickly wrote on the paper, "Borrowing wine to drown sorrow is even more sorrowful." After writing it, Su Wen also took the paper to the demon Zixun to look at.

The white paper is written in black and white, and the printing is very clear.

The demon was silent, she just felt more and more that this Suwen was definitely not like what she saw now.

Su Wen saw that the demon Zixun didn't speak, and hurriedly wrote on the paper, "If the king really wants to drink, Su Wen can accompany the king to get drunk for a hundred years!"

"A hundred years of drunkenness?" the demon Zixun wondered, something seemed to flash in front of him, but he couldn't catch it.

When she came back to her senses, Su Wen had already picked up the white jade cup and drank the remaining half of the residual wine.

Demon Zixin looked at Su Wen, and dared to take her cup and drink the wine in the cup, except for Liming, he was the first, even Meili, didn't dare to say that he had such guts.

Just thinking about it, Su Wen had already leaned towards her, his cheeks bulged slightly, and his thin body was close to the chest of the demon Zixun.

Demon Zixun's eyes widened, and at this moment of stunnedness, Su Wen's small pink lips had already been pasted, and the two lips intersected, and Demon Zixin only felt that a stream of warm wine was flowing down Su Wen's lips into his throat.

Wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk!

In an instant, Demon Zixun suddenly remembered a kind of exercise in his mind - a hundred-year dream!

Legend has it that a person who practices the Centennial Dream can make people sleep for a hundred years, and only after a hundred years can they wake up.

Su Wen's body seemed to be completely attached to the demon Zixun's body, although he was doing this indecent action, his eyes were still clear, and the wine in his mouth was transmitted to the demon Zixun's mouth.

The demon was stunned, and then reacted, just with one palm, he shook Su Wen out for a long distance.

Su Wen opened his eyes suddenly in pain, and looked at the demon Zixin suspiciously, as if he couldn't figure out how the demon monarch could suddenly make a move.

His body flew away lightly, and after hitting the wall, he sprayed a mouthful of blood before falling to the ground, his white skin was stained with blood, and he looked up at the demon Zixin with great effort, and then he fell unconscious and fainted.

The demon Zixun looked at his hands, his face moved, and his hands were folded to regulate his breathing.

It took a long time to open his eyes and smile slightly.

Sure enough, the internal force in the body has been restored.

Although there is no way to compare it with when he had two demon pills, his internal strength has been restored to the time of five thousand years.

The primordial gods and demon bodies were also restored to their original state.

Thinking of this, the demon Zixun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the Yuan Shen was fine, the internal force after that could be slowly recovered.

After breathing for a while, the demon walked to Su Wen's side, who was injured by the power of his palm.

Su Wen's face was pale, and there was blood spurting out of him in front of him, and some blood was still flowing from the corners of his mouth from time to time.

It looks like he's hurt very badly.

The demon sighed, picked up Su Wen, threw it on the bed, and said leisurely, "Come on, pass on the imperial doctor!"

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