In the depths of Lingxiu Mountain,

A clear spring is hidden deep in it, and the waterfall cascades down into the pool, and the clouds and mist are shrouded in it.

At the foot of the waterfall sat a man, his bare arms crossed, his eyes slightly closed and the torrent lapping against him.

She sat behind a half-man-high boulder by the edge of the pool, and she poked half her head out from behind the stone and looked coldly at the scene under the waterfall.

She knew that this man was cultivating, but she really couldn't understand this kind of behavior that as long as she cultivated immortals, she would definitely come to the waterfall and slap it a few times.

You said that you have nothing to do and don't practice hard at home, running a waterfall to show off your biceps, the water flow is so fast, and you don't feel like your skin hurts.

Moluo looked around the man and saw a few pieces of clothing placed on the rocks not far away.

Seriously, this scene always reminded her of the story she had heard, about a stupid man who peeked at a fairy taking a bath and stealing other people's fairy clothes.

At that time, when her subordinates talked about this story, she complained ruthlessly that a good fairy does not bathe in her own home, but goes all the way to the mortal world and washes in the open air, which is a conspiracy in her eyes.

Of course, her moxibustion is different, she didn't peek.

She's a demon lord from above!

He is the leader of the more than 50,000 demon soldiers in the Demon Domain!

She is also the only female demon lord in tens of thousands of years!

Moluo would never admit that she was just like that stupid man, she was open-minded, and she didn't come to steal clothes, she was here to get down to business.

Moluo pondered for a moment, his cold eyes narrowed, and he stood up abruptly and walked towards the man under the waterfall without hesitation.

She didn't deliberately hide her movements, so she had just taken a few steps when the sound she made attracted the man's attention.

The man slowly opened his eyes and calmly watched Mo Luo approach step by step, and he did not dodge and still sat in the water, but there was a trace of doubt between his eyebrows.

The water in this pond is not deep, and it will not reach the waist of Moluo.

Moluo walked all the way to the cool water and came to the man.

She lowered her eyes and looked down at the man who was close at hand, and the man's gentle and deep voice mixed with the sound of the waterfall came into her ears:

"Who are you? ”

They looked at each other, the man was tall, his smooth skin was dotted with crystal droplets, and his bright eyes seemed to contain the gentle morning sun.

The man looks very fresh and handsome, but Moluo doesn't feel too much.

On the contrary, the man was slightly surprised, he had never seen such a sweet and lovely woman, with a petite figure, long black hair hanging all the way to the waist, and cherry lips and pink cheeks interpreting the definition of cuteness.

It's just that those watery eyes are not filled with shyness, but with cold arrogance that is very contradictory to appearance.

The man patiently asked, "...... the hell you?"

Syllable!

With a wave of his hand, he slapped the man on the forehead and interrupted the man's words.

Man:??

The man's calm expression collapsed in an instant!

He sat there with a bewildered expression, his forehead was a large red, hot and stinging.

The man thought to himself, no...... You hide there and peek for a long time, and then in a fit of rage you run out and hit someone?

Before the man could figure out why he was beaten, he watched as Mo Luo, who had beaten someone, walked away as if nothing had happened.

When he came back to his senses, Moluo's figure had long since disappeared into the dense woods.

The man covered his forehead, the more he thought about it, the more dizzy he became, he was peeked at, and as a result, he was beaten, is this the case?

And Moluo, who was already far away from the waterfall, was studying the extra white handkerchief in his hand.

This veil was exactly what she had just slapped.

The man just now appeared on the handkerchief.

I saw the spring water painted on the napa trickling, and the man under the waterfall closed his eyes and sat quietly, then opened his eyes and looked ahead.

This painting is moving!

The painting on the handkerchief is repeated over and over again, and it is so lifelike.

On the right side of the handkerchief, there are even three lines of small letters:

The thousand-year-old peach tree bears the spirit peach,

Cultivating piously into human form,

Handsome and handsome, the name is called Tao Ying.

"It turned out to be a peach essence ......," Moluo pursed his lips disappre": "This king still thinks how great this handkerchief is." ”

Moluo is a demon lord who has lived for tens of thousands of years, and has experienced the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, and the changes of time in the mortal world.

To her, she was much more visible than the handkerchief was fresh.

Holding the handkerchief, it suddenly occurred to her that her task still needed to be completed by writing a nomination for the painting on the handkerchief.

She frowned and thought about it for a moment, and the water sleeve brushed the handkerchief, only to see that there were four more big characters on it......

No water at home!

Moluo looked at it with satisfaction, flicked his sleeves again, and the handkerchief had disappeared into midair.

Moluo looked at the afterimage in the air and said to himself, "Should you be peach...... It's true that Junlang is handsome, but it's still a little worse than this king. ”

She suddenly touched her cheeks in amazement, remembering that she used to be the best demon lord in the Demon Domain, with the best figure, and the best fight!

At that time, she liked to make herself look handsome, handsome to the point of scum, although her subordinates had risked death countless times to admonish her handsome and handsome appearance was really a little difficult to distinguish between male and female, but she still stubbornly went farther and farther on the road of not being like a woman.

But even so, her beauty is still dazzling, that beauty has made countless men's moths to the fire, and she always lives up to expectations by glaring at those charming red flame eyes, and cleanly slaps the other party to the door of the main hall.

Pity...... Everything that used to be has been left behind, and now this cute and petite body is not hers at all, thinking of this, Moluo's heart can't help but rub a nameless fire.

The small red lips were tightly pursed into a line, and the corners of the mouth were self-deprecatingly hooked with a cold arc.

Oh, yes!

She still has any body, she was buried in the abyss not long ago!

She can still vividly remember the sound of the wind in her ears and the howl of the devil crying from the depths of the abyss as she fell like a fallen leaf.

She also remembered the last scene she saw before her consciousness sank into darkness, the two figures standing on the edge of the cliff.

The moment she fell into the abyss of innocence, she thought that her end was destined to be gone.

However, what she didn't expect was that she would be able to wake up again.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself in a large, empty house in an unknown place.

There were countless illusory and ethereal clouds floating in the room, and the soft light passed through the paper windows, smearing the clouds with a thin layer of gold.

Moluo looked around a little dazed.

Where is this king?

She reached out to touch the thin cloud floating next to her, only to realize that her hand was almost transparent......

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