......

Then he walked up to Shentu Mengting with a smile, stroked her delicate cheeks, and said with a three-point evil spirit: "Is it not, Miss Shentu still wants to take the initiative to dedicate herself." ”

Shentu Mengting's pretty face suddenly rose with a flush, and with a wave of his palm, a wave of energy hit his cheek.

But the moment the palm touched his cheek, she couldn't fight anymore.

"Why is Miss reluctant to me, or was she not happy that time, and wanted to ...... again" Chen Yue looked up and down at Shentu Mengting, who was colorful and had a good figure.

"You, you ......" Shen Tu Mengting couldn't say anything.

"It's a place where it's all over the place, and it's also very interesting. Chen Yue said cynically, he just wanted to see how strong this Shentu Mengting's endurance was.

But he was wrong.

Shentu Mengting restrained her anger and just stared at his eyes, as if she wanted to see something in his eyes.

Chen Yue smiled, his eyes were still unwavering, she could look at it.

Chen Yue, you are really arrogant, you are ruthless, but I, Shentu Mengting, also have arrogance, even more ruthless than you. Since my enthusiasm can't warm your heart, let's use the most primitive method to warm your people. Why do you say such things and make me angry, I will not be fooled.

As soon as she thought of this, Shentu Mengting was ashamed and angry, her toes were a little, her arms were ringed, and her red lips were directly attached to Chen Yue's lips, and she sucked desperately.

Chen Yue was stunned for a moment, frowned and looked at Shentu Mengting who was leaning on him, feeling her hot kiss.

At the same time, he also felt Shentu Mengting's determination to fight him to the death, and he smiled bitterly. His heart has long since died with the incense of Bingyan, and now the pursuit of Wuyan's power is his ultimate goal, and only the strong can protect the people he wants to protect.

How can I get entangled with this woman again. Women, like this breeze, blow without a trace.

A lingering kiss didn't stop until Shentu Mengting was almost suffocated, and she was panting.

After all, Shentu Mengting is the eldest lady taught by Qinghuazong since she was a child, and it is the first time for her to take the initiative to kiss a man, and she suddenly blushed with shame.

"Chen Yue. Don't try to get rid of me in the future, I'll follow you anyway. Shentu Mengting lowered her head to show her heart.

Chen Yue licked his hot and painful lips and smiled gloomily. Said ruthlessly: "When I warm the bed, you are also willing?"

Shentu Mengting listened to these heart-wrenching words, although she had already made a decision, but at first glance it was still heartbroken.

"A dead end. Would you like to do the same?" Chen Yue stroked her. swollen red lips continue to add fuel to the fire.

Shentu Mengting threw herself into Chen Yue's arms, clasped his body tightly, and she answered Chen Yue with her actions. Immediately, she buried her head in Chen Yue's arms, biting her red lips, just not letting herself shed a single tear.

"Then Miss Shentu, the Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold, let's go. ”

"Huh?" Shentu Mengting didn't expect Chen Yue to be so direct. She remembered the scene in the spiritual pool, and her heart beat like a drum. Stunned on the spot.

Feeling Shentu Mengting's violent heartbeat, she turned out to be a woman with a hard mouth, Chen Yue's tense heart relaxed a little, laughed, and grabbed her wrist.

"Let's go, drink with me and go ......"

......

The moon is in the sky, the stars are shining, and the breeze is slow.

When Chen Yue dragged Shentu Mengting to the high eaves, Helian Huowu was already asleep leaning on Chen Mo's arms.

Chen Mo was naturally overjoyed when he saw Chen Yue coming, but when he saw him pulling Shentu Mengting, the lady of the sky of Qinghua Sect, he was stunned for a moment. Immediately calmed down, who let Brother Chen Yue, Yushu in the wind, chic and uninhibited, lonely and vicissitudes, and with a charming and mysterious temperament, these women are not fascinated, it is simply intolerable.

Look at Shentu Mengting is what is under Brother Chen Yue's pants.

When Chen Yue saw the two of them, his cold heart finally warmed a little, this was the family he wanted to protect. Then let go of Shentu Mengting, walked to Chen Mo's side, took off his cloak, gently covered the two of them, and then sat down against Chen Mo.

Chen Mo bowed his head to express his gratitude, then took out a hand, took out the wine jar from the storage ring and handed it to Chen Yue.

Chen Yue took it and took a sip, and the aroma of wine wafted in the wind.

The two brothers looked at each other, smiled silently, and looked at the starry sky together.

Shentu Mengting saw Chen Yue's gentle side for the first time, and it turned out that he was not a ruthless and ruthless person.

Looking at the three people sitting together, indescribably harmonious and beautiful, as if they should have looked like this, Shentu Mengting almost wanted to step forward and sit with them, but she always felt out of place.

She also sat down, and also took out her own wine and took a sip, since that time she was drunk with Chen Yue, she often prepared fine wine in the storage ring, and drank a little when she missed him.

In this way, except for the sleeping fire dance, the other three drank silently, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Unconsciously, the moon is falling and the sky is full of frost, the sky is already white, the morning light is slightly dewed, and a new day has begun.

The Daredevil wandered the ancient ruins, drifting down the long corridors. A slightly irony wind entered his hollow body from his mouth and nose.

Fresh wind, stale taste.

This iron smell is the unique smell of the battlefield of gods and demons, the smell of the blood accumulated over the years of fighting penetrating the soil, mixed with the decay of this corpse.

"It's been years for years, and it's the same. He sighed, and his body was full of demonic energy, like countless poisonous snakes poking out their heads.

This was once part of the Palace of the Bright Protoss, a relic left behind by the Great War of Gods and Demons. The corridor beneath him was the smallest but most complete part of the entire ruins.

The corridor is about six feet one foot eight inches wide and ten feet high, and on top of it is a perfect arc vault, and at a glance, there is no end in sight.

Every time he floated ten zhang, he would come across a pair of milky white pillars with fifty-six faces, which were arranged in an extremely neat order, and each edge was engraved with neat and mysterious runes.

The materials of these buildings are all the same, they are cloud gypsum crystals, which the Night Demon Emperor is familiar with. This is the favorite material of those bright gods back then.

This material absorbs light, emitting a hazy jade light, and when engraved with runes, it becomes one of the best defensive objects. In the words of those who no longer exist in the Bright Gods, it is gorgeous, elegant, noble, and yet useful.

The ground, between the pillars and the pillars, is polished as smooth as a mirror, like a layer of crystal, and various totems are painted on it. Totem painting is a variety of things that praise the merits of the ancient light gods, and its effect is the same as that of runes, but due to the complexity of the painting process, its effect is correspondingly stronger.

But now, the runes have long been worn away to the point that there are still some vague outlines left, and the totems have long since faded and become extremely mottled.

Through the ground, the Night Demon Emperor could see the appearance of his current soul body, and the whole thing was a black shadow, a demon-shaped black gas. The eyes that I use to see things are only two white eye outlines, as if there are two holes in the black curtain.

He himself thought it was a little funny. As the dignified Night Demon Emperor, he turned out to be what he is now. It's all thanks to the Light Protoss and the humans, and he swears he'll pay it back!

"Hahahaha......"

The Daredevil Emperor's hollow, cruel laughter disappeared into the long hallway.

He looked up at the hallway, which had been the Sevenfold Angel Fountain Square of the Light Protoss. Every time it comes to an important day, the sevenfold fountain rushes up in turn, straight to the sky, and under the slight fog and rain, the whole hazy palace, the so-called divinity is more eye-catching.

But now, one hundred and eight angels on the first floor, a total of seven hundred and fifty-six angels, arms, legs, wings, bodies, and heads, have long been piled up like a mountain of rubble.

Influenced by the demons, this 20-zhang high cone-shaped mountain of rubble, like most of the ruins, is now overgrown with elegant and beautiful black magic grass.

As soon as the wind blew, all the black magic grass, twisted like a baby's arm, beckoned and swayed there.

"Hmph! Protoss!" the Daredevil Emperor said disdainfully, losing his body, his voice becoming as hollow as the wind.

The Protoss is powerful, and it is. But so what? The demons haven't won the war yet, look at the ruins outside these corridors, this is the end of going against your own demons!

But what are human beings? Something like a bedbug! In his eyes, even a creature like the Mother Emperor is inferior, as small as an ant, and he dares to resist the Great Demon Clan, and he is simply looking for death!

He flew all the way through the corridor, and although the Daredevil Emperor was as small as an ant in the countless forest trees under the ruins of the former Protoss building, his heart was full of excitement.

The corridor is in the antechamber of the ruins, and beyond the vestibule, there is the atrium. The left and right sides of the atrium were originally the left and right side halls of the Temple of Light, but now there are only broken cloud gypsum spar pillars thirty or fifty zhang high, as well as ruined walls.

And the atrium, which was originally the square originally used for celebrations by the Bright God Clan. Since the end of the Great War, only a pile of ruins has been left here. The Nightmare Demon Emperor single-handedly created the current Dark Demon Temple.

He looked at this black bird's nest-like dark demon temple, and couldn't help but revere it, this is the reverence for the strong. The entire hall was made of countless obelisks on all sides, and on each dark and dull obelisk, there were countless dark red runes, all of which were painted with his blood.

The defensive power of the Dark Demon Temple is no less than that of the Light Temple back then, and there is also a forbidden space magic circle around it, even if the Demon Dragon Emperor comes, he can only change his body shape and enter through one of the four doors in the front.

Although the palace occupies only one-third of the atrium and the height is only 40 zhang, it makes people feel that they are standing in front of this palace, which seems extremely small.

Magnificent and domineering, magnificent.

It is worthy of the demon clan that suppressed the gods tens of thousands of years ago and couldn't raise their heads. Even some remnants are extraordinary.

...... (To be continued......)