The blood-stained lips were even more bewitching, and she opened lightly, "You dare to hurt her!" ”

A powerful aura is as soul-stirring as thousand-year-old ice.

The darkness in his eyes was mixed with flames.

The coffin in the flower bed opened with a "bang".

There was no one inside.

There was only one ring in the big coffin.

A black iron ring with ancient words engraved on it.

As if attracted, it reached his hand.

There was a huge glow from his body, and the chamber seemed to be opened, with a hole opening in it.

The candles around him had been extinguished, and only the moonlight shining through the moon.

The tree in the middle of the flowerbed silently grew branches, and white magnolia flowers bloomed, hovering in the air, intertwined, and winding all the way up the pilasters.

In front of the man, a throne with intertwined branches was intertwined.

The monster roared as if dissatisfied with his presence.

As soon as he moved his fingers, bewitching flowers bloomed on his slender fingers, and the next moment they turned into raging fire.

Glowing with purple.

And the monster was trapped in the flames, and it shattered in an instant.

Suddenly fell from the sky.

A woman, with a bewitching posture, purple clothes baggy, a sense of kitsch.

She knelt on the ground respectfully, "Welcome back to the Demon King." ”

He lowered his head and looked at it like an emperor in power, looking down on an ant.

"You woke me up?"

He sat on the throne casually, with a haughty and resolute dignity around him, behind this arrogance and feminine beauty, it inexplicably gave people an extremely strong sense of suffocation.

Of course, Wu Yi couldn't be arrogant at this moment, and said seriously, "Demon King, I brought you here step by step. ”

He didn't take all the credit, and he took the matter of awakening him to himself.

The man was dressed in a black robe at the moment, his fingers resting on the throne, and his thumb caressing the ring on his index finger.

It's a simple action, but it feels very elegant.

A bowl of cherries.

The deep voice is very nice.

"What do you want?"

Wu Yi knew that the demons had always been more direct, and he didn't like those pushes and shouted, so he said it directly.

"Demon Saintess."

The low-pitched voice in the air was a little sneering, and his fingers moved slightly.

A dark light flashed.

Wu Yi only felt that his shoulders were about to break.

She has been here for so many years, and she has never felt so powerless.

It was as if life was in his thoughts.

She never thought that a man could be so powerful.

A dark light flashed in her eyes.

The stronger the man, the more worthy of her conquest.

Seeing her tenacity, her dark eyes were still so careless, "I, yes." ”

Wu Yi felt his shoulder return to its original state, and hurriedly thanked him.

A token appeared in front of him, which was the only symbol of the Demon Holy Maiden, and the Demon people only recognized the token but not the person.

She asked, "Is the Demon King returning to the palace at this moment?" ”

is neither humble nor arrogant, and there is no coquettishness just here.

The slender fingers tapped one after the other.

The moonlight sprinkled on his delicate facial features, making his side face even more graceful.

Like a knife-cut silhouette, she has never seen a person who can be so beautiful, peerless.

Just looking at it like this, it's as beautiful as a painting.

After a long time, his voice came from the air, "No hurry. ”

Then the figure disappeared like smoke, and with it disappeared a pair of eyes, and there was a slight ...... in the deep whirlpool

Interesting.