Chapter 69: Miserably Lost 7

For he did not dare to say—he loved her muttering and indulgent—if all she could call out was the word "witch......

However, no......

Her name is Zi Ling-

He is the Demon King, and he has injected magic and planted an enchantment...... At this time, she was actually delirious. For these, shouldn't a demon king be taken for granted?

However, when he was at his most carnival, he felt sad.

Very, very sad, every time she called "Zi Ling", he felt his heart twitch once.

It's like a gambler who has gambled everything he has, but he is doomed to failure......

Because, he knew that when she was sober, she would never shout the word "Wu Xian" out of her mouth, and there was absolutely no such possibility...... However, he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to let this kind of love hinder him.

He just enjoyed the moment—to enjoy the fact that she was wholeheartedly surrounded by the intense emotions of her whole body and mind—such fiery emotions that a man could only once in his life, like on the top of a mountain, above the clouds, and from then on, no matter how far he had gone and reached the ends of the earth, he could never have such feelings again......

Even if it's stolen, he's happy.

Cheeky, trembling with excitement.

At that time, his magic was almost completely depleted, and he could even see his life passing little by little...... The immortal and immortal demon king of ten thousand years, the demon king who was reborn for ten thousand years, and the dark lord who is eager to kill the Nine Heavens and capture the Immortal Emperor alive...... No, no, he has no hope or chance of being born again. Immortal Emperor, give him this qiē to completely destroy miè...... He was only glad that at the last time, he could still get what he wanted.

When she was most excited, she suddenly grabbed him, and her weak, boneless little hands almost pinched into his skin...... He actually felt pain, for the first time, he felt a pain, not the bite of the wolf girls when they were crazy, nor the suffocation of the snake women's entanglement...... It's like the pain of a rose's thorn piercing the palm of a tiger......

However, there are gorgeous flowers blooming in front of me, it is the fireworks of the festival, the joy of celebration, the bloom of thousands of empty bursts thrown out together......

He felt a burst of prostration...... Even the Demon King collapsed.

He suddenly lost the strength to control her, and fell down heavily, just like that, falling beside her, sweating like rain, drenching Qingyu's bed pillow......

He hugged her with his backhand, and she was like a fish that had just been fished out of boiling water, her black hair was wet, and her long eyelashes were covered with crystal droplets, and she didn't know whether it was sweat or tears......

Hazy moonlight, dark sky, she lay in his arms, and fell asleep almost immediately. In her life, she had never been so tired, so tired, her limbs and bones were like a sweet torture, and as soon as she fell, she fell into a dark and sweet dream that could not wake her up even if a thunderbolt from the blue sky could wake her up......

The Dark Lord couldn't sleep. He could see her clearly in the dim light.

He could clearly see her small face under her long eyelashes, a faint smile on her face.

Even in her sleeping position, she was very relaxed and comfortable lying beside him, and when she turned over, her little hands automatically placed on his chest, and her soft calves also occupied and lay on his legs......