I crossed Erlang's legs and sat back on the couch, seeing his immature appearance, I couldn't help but want to tease, "Do you know how to pick it up?"

"Hmm......" he bowed slightly, his cheeks flushed.

After a moment's pause, he began to untie his clothes. He looked a little nervous, and his hands were shaking violently as he unbuttoned it.

I suddenly remembered the scene when Rong Ji was drunk, holding a nine-section whip and saying with a smile that he was good at understanding people's clothes, and I don't know where Rong Ji was at the moment.

As soon as I thought of Rong Ji, I no longer had the intention of teasing the man in pink, so I immediately stopped his movements, "Okay, okay! ”

He raised his clear eyes, and his voice was like a clear spring in the empty valley, tactful and pleasant, "Is Fuchen doing something wrong?"

"No, no, you're doing a good job!" I saw that he looked injured and couldn't bear to hit him, "I heard you have a good voice, why don't you just sit down and sing me a little song!"

"Yes......"

Only then did he collect a little tear in his eyes, and he still hugged the pipa and half covered his face.

"A glass of sad wine, two lovesick tears. To this day, the rhombic mirror is empty and haggard. Don't ask Zhu Yan who he only complains about back then, and mistakenly matched the mandarin duck with ......"

Bang –

I was fascinated by what I heard, and I broke through the door with a black face. He threw the dust out of the door and slammed the door shut, his fists clattering.

I was shaken and my heart was beating like a drum. Although he and Rong Ji are not very close, they are still very weak when they are bumped into by him when they visit the kiln.

I curled up in the corner of the couch and smiled awkwardly, "You're done fighting the Demon King, are you not hurt?"

"The life and death of this hall are uncertain, but you are interested in visiting the kiln?" Rong Ji stepped forward and pinched my chin with a terrifying expression.

"I, I didn't do anything!" I just heard him sing a little song......" I shook my head again and again to show my innocence.

"If the main hall doesn't appear again, you won't just listen to him sing a little song, right?"

......

"Otherwise, what else can I do?" I knew that he was angry, but his hand was too hard, and it hurt my face, and I was also angry for a while, and I replied to him without any scruples.

"Your first time, was it to be thrown in such a filthy place?" Rong Ji was cold, and he slammed his fist on the bedpost.

The pillar collapsed, and his fingers were soaked in blood, but he didn't realize it.

"In your mind, am I like that?" I asked him.

"You'd better not provoke me. Rong Ji pressed my shoulder, and his eyes grew red.

"I didn't do anything, you lost your temper with me as soon as you came in, and you are embarrassed to say that I provoked you?" "The more I talked, the more aggrieved I became, even when Fuchen clumsily unbuttoned in front of me, my mind was full of him, and he still misunderstood me like this!

He looked at the stack of silver tickets around my waist, and became even more arrogant, and ripped off my belt, turning the silver tickets into powder.

Right now, he and I are angry, and I don't want me to say anything hurtful and do something irreparable. After calming down a little, I grimaced and prepared to get up and let him be alone in the room.

But he didn't let me go, and he bullied me in spite of my resistance.

He ripped my clothes off and frantically gnawed at my lips, gnawing at what little patience I had left.

My bare skin was cool, and under the rubbing of his slightly rough palm, not only did it not warm, but it felt more cold.

Tears were falling from my eyes, a grievance that I didn't believe. He looked at me in a daze, and wiped the tears from my face with his calloused and slightly rough fingers. I turned my head away, so angry that I didn't want to talk to him.

"I'm sorry. The lust in his eyes quickly faded, and he covered me with a slightly apologetic covering.

"Get out. ”

I put my head under the futon, tears still falling. I'm not the kind of weak woman who can cry over trivial things. It's just that Rongji's distrust really saddens me too much.

I listened to the faint sound of the door closing, sat up, put on my clothes, and leaped out of the window. Originally, I wanted to take Gu Huan with me, but after thinking about it, wouldn't it be very disappointing if he was having fun and was interrupted by me halfway?

I climbed down the window, and before I could land steadily, I was grabbed by the shoulders by a huge vulture and staggered up.

On the vulture's back, a huge head poked out, with red eyes, bruised lips, and a pair of sharp horns on its head.

Mo Zhanchen grinned at me and laughed loudly, "Little lady, don't come to harm~"

He pulled me up the vulture's back with one hand, rubbed his hands together with delight, and stared at me cautiously.

"Let me go. "I'm not in a good mood and naturally my attitude is not good.

He turned a deaf ear, only looked closer to my eyes, and then angrily scolded, "Who made you sad?

I didn't bother with the ink and dust, and leaned out and jumped off the vulture.

"Little lady, you haven't said who bullied you, Lao Tzu cut it for you!" Mo Zhanchen casually fished me back on top of the vulture, and pressed the corner of my skirt very vigilantly, afraid that I would escape again.

"Isn't that bastard His Royal Highness the Immortal Realm? Last time, Lao Tzu wanted to teach him a good lesson, but I didn't expect that kid to cheat! ”

My head was about to explode because of his buzzing and rough voice, and I held my forehead with a headache, "Ink stained dust, can you be quiet?"

"Yes, yes! The little lady will do whatever she says!" The demon king nodded excitedly, wanting to say something more, and hurriedly covered his mouth, for fear of disturbing me.

The vulture muttered, "Look at you, can a girl take a fancy to you? ”

The Demon King pressed the vulture's pointed beak with one hand, glared at the vulture viciously, and motioned for him not to say more.

I didn't expect that the demon king with thick lines still has such a detailed and clumsy side. It is said that the demon world is full of traitors, in fact, the demon king is transparent and untainted, and the demon king is simple and straightforward, compared to the sanctimonious gentleman, it is much simpler.

After being carried by a vulture for most of the day, the haze in my heart finally dissipated, and I noticed that the big hand of the demon king covering his mouth was so tired that he was trembling.

"Eager to talk?"

He nodded sheepishly.

"Say whatever you want!" I couldn't help but laugh as I looked at his rough and cautious appearance.

"Little lady, do you remember what you promised me outside the Immortal Realm Lock Demon Tower that day?"

“......”

"Last time, the little lady said that if Lao Tzu can't find you in a pillar of incense, she has to let you play with Lao Tzu's bird. Lao Tzu is naturally not a stingy person, little lady, come on!"

“......”

I swallowed, after all this time, the Demon King still remembers this stubble?

"Little lady?" the Demon King grinned and tilted his head to stare at me with his shiny eyes.

I turned around with black lines on my head, "The wind is going down, the wind is going down!

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