Flaming red lips.

Willow eyebrows.

Slender waist.

Full breasts.

And, a gorgeous wedding dress.

Under the brilliant lights, there is an equally gorgeous scene.

A woman with a face and figure that can be called one in a thousand, entering in an orderly manner, twisting and swinging between her waist, and walking in every way.

small horns of varying lengths, peeking out from between the hairs; black membranous wings, discreetly constricted to the shoulder blades; And the long legs like jade appear and disappear in the transparency of the gauze skirt and the brilliance of the jewelry, which is particularly sultry.

Is it a lavish beauty pageant? Or is it a business catwalk held by certain merchants in order to increase the visibility of their products?

No, it's neither.

After all, beauty pageants or catwalks, there always needs to be an audience with staring eyes and cheering excitedly from time to time.

But there are no audiences here, not even judges, just a pair of slightly narrowed eyes, staring at the shadows in front of them boringly and lazily.

The man, sitting lazily on a comfortable throne, with his long fiery red hair, casually draped over his bare chest, embellished the muscular curves that only the greatest painter could sketch with even more wild and seductive.

A pair of beautiful eyes, seductive from a distance, with the enchanting pace, slowly swaying.

Their eyebrows, their affectionate veins, the corners of their mouths, the clever smile, their manners, extremely beautiful, can't wait to bloom like an epiphany.

Even if it's only for a moment, even if it's only for a moment, as long as the other person stays on his or her gaze.

Unfortunately, no.

The handsome and indifferent face did not even show a moment of interest.

In the pale yellow pupils, it only faintly reflected the extremely gorgeous wedding dress.

It seems that in his eyes, the living beauties are not as good as the cold clothes.

One after another, the graceful figures left in disgrace.

The triangular tail, which was originally red and curled up because of nervousness, also quietly dimmed and drooped weakly.

They came with great expectations, but they were destined to be lost.

Not only were they not looked at, but even their wedding dresses were not chosen.

It's like an old item or something that has been judged to be useless, and it is discarded forever.

And those who are selected will be the lucky ones, not only the wedding dress, but even the wearers themselves will be treated squarely.

As long as the other party can see it, as long as the other party can see themselves, they believe that with their excellent appearance, they will definitely be favored by this adult......

Every woman thinks so.

Every woman waits like this.

Waiting for the thin lips that were tightly closed, suddenly opened, waiting for the low-hanging fingertips, suddenly raised, as if pointing at him, pointing at himself.

So, it moved.

The lips that had been tightly closed.

And the muscular arms.

Even the eyes that had been squinting slightly widened slightly.

At that moment, all the steps stopped, all the delicate bodies trembled slightly, and all the breathing also stopped in an instant.

However, the man did not point to anyone, but waved his hand tiredly.

"Let's go down, let Baimen be careful, there is a wedding in the history of the atrium, a wedding dress or something, let him design it himself."

The voice echoed faintly.

It's not so much an order as a suggestion.

But even if it's just a suggestion, no one dares to question it.

Because those who question have completely disappeared from the world.

Footsteps sounded in small pieces.

Hundreds of women with gray faces hunched over their waists, cautiously and swiftly, stepped back.

"Yes, Lord Demon."

A majestic voice suddenly sounded from the man's side.

With a trace, the spatial rift that gradually tore apart.

But what is strange is that it is obviously such a black and empty void, but there is a strange light, slowly overflowing.

Calm, peaceful, and quietly soothing the irritable mind.

The man, who had been lazily lying down, suddenly sat up with great interest.

"It's Alet, if that guy from Baimen is half as reliable as you, I won't need to choose a wedding dress for Hela myself."

"My lord has won the prize, and his subordinates are just acting on orders. Moreover, this time, his subordinates were good at making claims, and they did not succeed in capturing Luodu, and they hoped that the adults would be punished. ”

The sound, still calm, unhurriedly peeked through the slightly cracked gap, but there was no half of the human figure.

"Haha, I know it's too late for me to praise you, and what do you say about reducing the guilt, this kind of trick hasn't been used on me yet, right?"

"The subordinates don't dare."

"What dare you dare, our demon race was originally a race that admired strength, as long as one day, you have enough strength to defeat my Azazler, then, you are the demon king! So, do your best. ”

With a chuckle, the pale yellow pupils suddenly became hot, burning like a flame with a golden color.

At that moment, in his eyes, it was as if the entire atrium was nothing more than a nest of ants, and all living beings were nothing more than ants kneeling at his feet.

"But before that, as a reward, let's take this first."

A wisp of black light swept out without warning, and before the other party could react, it escaped into the spatial crack.

A muffled grunt came quickly.

Immediately, it turned into a startled "huh".

"Don't worry, you don't pose a threat to me now, I won't kill you. You can make good use of this thing. ”

"Hmm...... Thank you, sir! It's just that your subordinates didn't conquer Luodu is indeed against your orders, and it's really shameful to accept such a gift. ”

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, as long as she agrees to come back, even if she takes ten hundred Luodu, what's the matter? What's more, now that the mainstay of the ancient eight clans is basically dead and wounded, there is only one old guy from the Ren family left, who has long been under my command, and now Luodu is just an empty shell. ”

"Yes, that's thanks to Lord Ansbai's strange strategy, although Wangui Maniac tried his best to hide from the world, but in the end, he still lost."

"Hey! I haven't seen that guy for a long time, and I don't know where I'm hiding now. It seems that it is time to find her back for the next step, and when the time comes, I hope you will help her well. ”

As he said this, the handsome face that chuckled suddenly began to become illusory.

Azazler's figure gradually dissipated like a floating light.

In the blink of an eye, only the respectful echo was left, gradually converging with the dark gap.

"Yes, my subordinates obey!"

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The green bamboo, making a "rustling" sound in the wind.

The marks of moss, layer by layer, stretch up the steps of the bluestone slab.

In the lonely sunset, towering stupas cast slender shadows on the earth with the sound of bells, like gods looking down from the sky.

And the whole mountain is their majestic and ancient body, allowing those young beings to slowly climb up.

It is said to be climbing, not climbing, after all, the slow speed is really not like the feeling of mountaineering, but more like a tour group. It's just that the tourists who should be laughing and laughing don't seem to have so much leisure to visit.

A young man and girl with tense expressions, nervously glancing to the left and right, vigilantly observing the grass and trees around them, as long as there is the slightest disturbance, there is a commotion.

At this moment, it may be appropriate to describe it as "the wind and the cranes are all soldiers".

Although they succeeded in rescuing the contestants from the goblins, and were lucky enough to find the door to the next level behind the piece of "golden chocolate" that Valrhona had devoured, the contestants who were originally high and brave were now a flock of frightened birds. Not only are they stuck together and no longer separated, but even the temptations of Lori or Shota, who can be called "Ernie sauce" and "Ernei-chan", have been unable to ignite the motivation in their hearts.

Therefore, the helpless Kazama Yangyu can only act as this unqualified tour guide.

But thankfully, he didn't have to hold a small red flag in front of him and stop from time to time to wave the flag and shout, greet them like friends, and take them into the shops opened by those black-hearted businessmen to force them to buy and sell, and he didn't even have to do the most basic introduction to scenic spots......

In short, to be specific, the only thing he needs to do is...... A man walks in front.

Deserts, ice fields, Gobi, grasslands...... From Egyptian-style pyramids to Spanish-style bullrings, from courtyards that rival the Hanging Gardens of Babylon to quaint fortresses that rival the Great Wall...... In this way, Kazama Yangyu took the wilting flowers behind him to bathe in the baptism of beauty.

It's a pity that the baptism is theirs, and the bathing in Kazama is too warmly welcomed.

Whether it's a big bear with eight paws, a vicious dog with three heads, a shark that breathes fire, or a turtle that sings...... Each time, a different guardian "greets" Kazama with all the enthusiasm before the gate to the next level.

So, as a new generation of teenagers with morality, quality, self-cultivation, and temper, Kazama often has an embarrassed but polite smile on his face.

Although he responded to the other party's enthusiasm hard and in a measured manner, sure enough, when enthusiasm and enthusiasm collided, the fierce sparks could not avoid harming the pond fish.

The number of people is decreasing, and the level is constantly broken through.

Judging by the number of people behind him, Kazama can easily become the last survivor without waiting for all the levels to be completed, thus winning the crown of this "Moe King Martial Arts Conference".

However, everyone understands that what is now following Kazama is only the tip of the iceberg among the contestants, it should be said that only those upright children will swagger behind Kazama Akiba, and more contestants, in order to preserve and hide their strength, quietly lurk in the back of the team, silently observing, silently waiting.

No one is interested in exposing their strength prematurely, let alone selflessly dedicating themselves to "everyone". Not to mention the hardships of overcoming obstacles, the risk of accidentally leaving the field directly from a different place makes people have to think twice.

After all, no one would like the feeling of being someone else's stepping stone. Only a fool would do such a thankless task.

And at this moment, Kazama is a fool. Of course, in Hull's words, he should be considered a "fool".

Fortunately, this stupid guy has been unimpeded all the way, and although he often staged a desperate counterattack at a glance, it was finally thrilling and interesting.

Specifically, the eight paws of the big brown bear tasted good cooked with honey, the three-headed vicious dog was tamed and helped to catch a lot of game to satisfy his cravings, and unfortunately, while passing by the shallows, this faithful hound was burned into a fragrant roast by the shark's flames, and the broth with shark fin provided a long-awaited feast for everyone......

Of course, in addition to food, the ornaments of the hawksbill turtle were taken from the singing turtle, and the hoarse and low singing could be heard when you put it close to your ear; The wind chimes on Huer's waist were snatched from a ghost who likes bells, and although the life of the item should be limited to Tianyi Fantasy, it still increases a lot of favorability to a certain extent...... Well, probably, it's back to the kind of relationship that is willing to stay within Kazama's field of vision, as for talking...... Just respond with the word "big stupid".

While thinking wildly, he walked with steps, raised his feathers in the wind, sighed silently, and walked forward silently.

The light and shadow in front of me are constantly alternating.

The rhythm of wind and bamboo, coupled with the soft chanting of the bell on He'er's waist behind him, paved the bluestone slabs under his feet with a layer of ethereal antiquity.

A refreshing feeling of "after the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather is late in autumn" slowly penetrated from all around.

At that moment, Kazama suddenly felt that he was walking in the long streets of an ancient city, and the sunset above his head seemed to be as peaceful as if he had been silent for a thousand years.

People can't help but stop and linger and cleanse their hearts of all the miscellaneous thoughts.

For a moment, Kazama imagined himself holding the little hand of the blonde girl behind him, trotting all the way to the top of the mountain.

There, they will be greeted by the sunset, which will daze the light of the setting sun on the girl's slightly disgusted face.

In the wonderful fantasy, the tower above the head is getting closer and closer.

It is like a pair of eyes with different moods, finally through the hazy veil, shining straight into the heart of the wind and feathers.

Stepping on the last step, this time, greet Kazama Yangyu, no longer some wolf, jackal, tiger and leopard, not some demon and monster, but ...... Towers.

Endless clusters of white towers.