Instead of a blood-colored barren plain, there were gray-black dead trees, and occasionally a skeleton rabbit would run by, or a skeleton bird or a red-eyed crow would land on the branches of a dead tree and hiss.

Yan Qing's long hair had turned blood-colored, and his eyes had become as pure as blood-colored crystals, with occasional flashes of indescribable anger.

She had just dealt with a group of demons with goat's horns, she was full now, and she didn't know what was going on before, when a black pillar of light suddenly rose into the sky in the west, which lasted for a long time, and then there were many, many foods that ran past her in a panic, so she not only ate very much, but also prepared a lot of surplus food.

Click......

A soft sound accompanied by an attractive fragrance attracted Yan Qing's attention, the fragrance was too strong, and Yan Qing wanted to drool, and involuntarily walked towards the place where the fragrance came.

Picking up the black and gray grass, Yan Qing saw a man lying in the grass, the man's long black hair was messily spread on his side, and a pair of purple eyes that should have been bright met Yan Qing's eyes dimly, the man was very beautiful, especially a pair of purple eyes, and thin lips that had turned pale pink due to blood loss.

The man didn't have much wound on his body, just a piece of clothing that looked like pieces, and only a few strips of cloth hung on him.

Yan Qing didn't pay attention to his appearance, in Yan Qing's eyes, men are just food, and maybe the most delicious prefix should be added.

Lang Fei is not allowed to eat delicious food, and Yan Qing is already full, so he is ready to keep this delicious food in captivity and eat it when he is hungry.

The man looked at the witch with blood-colored eyes and long blood-colored hair coming over, and his first reaction was to be saved, the low-level demons couldn't tell his identity, they would only salivate over his bloodline, but they couldn't hurt his tough body, the royal family had coveted his bloodline for a long time, and if he met it, he was afraid that he would be split up and eaten along with the demon spirit, and only the most loyal demon and witch would escort him to the temple safely.

It's just that the man didn't expect that this witch did not worship as excitedly as he imagined, and then escorted him away, but with a strange ...... He looked at him like food, as if he was thinking about how to eat him.

Then, in the man's flustered gaze, Yan Qing lifted the man up, stretched out his pink little tongue and lightly touched the wound on the man's cheek that was still oozing blood. The squinting eyes of Nightmare Feet were as delicious as she had thought, no, more delicious than she had imagined.

Such delicious food can't be eaten lightly! If you want to keep it, it's good to eat a little a day, but what if you run away? Why don't you break a leg first?

Yan Qing thought like this, a strange spell automatically appeared in his mind, Yan Qing didn't think about it, he bit his fingertips and drew a strange rune on the man's forehead, and the wind and sand rose on the ground, and as Yan Qing's spell and rune were completed, there was a thin purple pillar of light falling from the sky, enveloping the two of them.

"In the name of my demon god, the death contract of life, you respect me as the master, and share my glory." A low, dry voice sounded as if it hadn't spoken for a long time: "Give glory and my slave...... Uh, what's your name? Without waiting for the man to answer, Yan Qing thought about it and said to himself: "Give glory to my slave meat bun." ”

After waiting for the pillar of light to dissipate, Yan Qing looked at the rune on the man's forehead that seemed to be imprinted into the skin, lifted the man's feet with satisfaction, and dragged the man ...... Left......

The man was sluggish from beginning to end, and if he remembered correctly, this was the highest contract that only the Demon Venerable could use!

Using demon blood as a shackle and a contract as a lock, imprisoning his soul, the master completely dominates everything on the servant, even if he recovers his strength later, it is impossible to lift it.

And if the main side dies, he will also die, and he will die without causing any harm to the main side.

This is the most unequal contract, it has always been used by the Demon Venerable to deal with the rebellious high-level demons, how could this witch use it! How can it work! What makes him even more angry is who would call the name Meat Bun!

Yan Qing dragged her property, she was in a good mood, and she was much gentler with the spare food methods that offended her.

There is no darkness here, there is always a dark sun hanging in the red sky, Yan Qing will only stop to rest when he is tired and hungry, and when he stops, he just throws the man aside, takes out a handful of green beads and begins to absorb them.

The man on the side widened his eyes, the magic crystal formed by the demon spirit can indeed be absorbed and improve the strength of the demon race, but it is also a magic crystal that has been refined!

The ordinary magic crystal contains a lot of impurities and evil energy, and it is good to forcibly absorb a little, but if there are too many, it will explode!

And even if it has been purified, it has to be absorbed slowly, how can there be anything like Yan Qing, grab a handful, and absorb it in a few seconds.

The man watched in silence as Yan Qing absorbed a large handful of magic crystals, and began to worry that he had just gained freedom and seemed to be dying.

But Yan Qing was not only fine, but also took out a handful of magic crystals and handed them to him with a smile, as if she was feeding a pet.

The man's silence was regarded as a rejection and awkwardness by Yan Qing, Yan Qing's blood-colored eyes became dark, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth that was originally evoked by the smile changed, and it became a weird smile full of evil.

She grabbed the man's neck with one hand, and a blood-colored flame rose from her right hand, melting the magic crystal into a large cloud of green liquid, all pouring into the man's stomach.

"Ahem......" The man only felt a heartburn heat rise, and the magic crystal liquid poured into him attracted the seal in his body and the magic power he was sealed, and the two collided, and a mouthful of purple blood spurted out.

Warm blood sprayed on Yan Qing's chest, soaking the black robe, and endless anger slowly rose in Yan Qing's bloody eyes, as if he was attracted by the sweet breath of blood.

She grabbed the man's neck and put her mouth close, and the sharp little tiger teeth easily pierced the man's neck, and she tasted the sweet food as she wished.

The man's white and pale slender hands grabbed Yan Qing's wrist stiffly, the magic power of ** and the sealed liliang slowly lost with the blood, and every time the sealed liliang was lost, the pleasure of slowly losing his imprisonment made him especially want to look up to the sky and howl.

As the demonic spiritual power in her body gradually grew, the anger in Yan Qing's eyes slowly subsided, and when she glanced at it, she saw the man's face becoming more and more pale, so she reluctantly let go, and gently touched the wound that Tian had bitten out of her.

Eating such delicious food at once is too expensive! It must be raised!