Chapter One Hundred and Three: Nian Yun Dwells in the Demon Realm
After a long time, the Demon Lord suddenly saw Nianyun sitting on the ground, she could be said to be very embarrassed at this time, the shirt and skirt on her body were torn in many places between the fights, and the original perfect bun was also scattered, Zhu Hai didn't know where she fell during the fight, but her eyes exuded a stunning brilliance.
The Demon Lord pinched Nian Yun's chin and raised her face to herself, the gorgeous purple-gold nine-tails behind her, the purple-gold pupils, the purple-gray long hair reaching the ground, and the eyes, resolute, not afraid of life and death, this is suddenly another cold summer, the Demon Lord felt his heart beat a few times in a hurry.
This can't but be said to be a wonderful fate, two hundred years ago, Leng Xia personally cut off the relationship between the two, and now he has sent such a similar Nianyun.
Nian Yun was controlled by the Demon Lord's spell, and could only look at him, accepting his naked possessive gaze, her anger burning more and more, but fortunately, her mouth had not been sealed.
"You untrustworthy guys, where is Xu Moling!!" She really regretted that she had left a blazing soul at that time, if something happened to her Mo'er because of this, she would give up this life, and use the forbidden art to take the people in this temple to hell together.
The Demon Lord just laughed disdainfully, his large, rough-boned hands caressing her smooth cheeks.
"Leng Xia, you really gave me a good gift. ”
"What nonsense, hurry up and return Xu Moling to me, otherwise I will ask you all to bury him with him!" Nian Yun couldn't move at this time, otherwise he would have slapped the hand of this disciple fiercely, and she would have mistaken him for an infatuated person.
The Demon Lord naturally doesn't take his threats to heart, he always does things according to his wishes, even if it is temporary, he will not use all means.
"Isn't it just a face, where can't this king's harem pick out a better one than him, if you want to, the blazing soul can also be given to you. The Demon Lord knew that Nian Yun didn't look down on Blazing Soul, so he deliberately said this to tease her.
Blazing Soul Snorted a few times on the side, although the Demon Lord's mood was not right at the moment, he didn't dare to say anything to refute, which also made Nian Yun grow a layer of cold pimples from his neck.
The Demon Lord chuckled and got up and sat back on his dragon bone throne, his cloak wrapped around the left and right armrests, leaving no place for the Blazing Soul, and he said to Nianyun: "You have only cultivated for two hundred years, even if you inherit the strength of Leng Xia, you haven't completely eaten it yet, you can't help me at all, even if you fight for your life, I can take the first step to call you to hell, you haven't thought about it, for the sake of just a crane, what will your demon clan do, the destined heir hasn't appeared yet, right?"
Although the shackles on Nian Yun had been lifted, she didn't want to listen to or listen to the Demon Lord's words at all, and still craned her neck arrogantly, refusing to look at him.
"And your little crane contains an artifact in his body, seeing that he will become a god in the future, you can't be with him, if you want to forcibly defy the sky, it will only be a lose-lose, you are the successor of Leng Xia, and you can be regarded as her apprentice, I read the friendship of the year to temporarily help you take him in, you should be grateful." ”
In fact, although the words of the Demon Lord are ridiculous, they are also somewhat right, but Nian Yun has never thought of being with Xu Moling for the rest of his life and trapping his future, in fact, the three-year period is almost here.
It's just that she is a person, even if she can't get it, she hopes that Xu Moling can live well.
At the beginning, he was lured in from outside the demon world, so that many ways to leave him in the demon world, when the three-year period arrived, if he still insisted on leaving, she had to send him to the foot of the real pavilion mountain safely.
Xu Moling's bones were there, and she could see that he was a good seedling, and she had delayed him for so long, and she couldn't harm him for the rest of his life.
The demons are hypocritical, full of calculations, and now that he is saying it so well, he will understand the so-called artifact in Xu Moling's body, then Xu Moling's person is not important, at least they will never send him back completely.
"I'm really ashamed, Xu Moling was captured by you, and now you want me to thank you? In short, since this king has come with great difficulty, he must be brought back. At that time, how will the two of us feel, and how will we get along, what do we have to do with you, the demon lord. Nian Yun was not angry at all when he spoke to the Demon Lord.
Although the Demon Lord did not deal with her, the expression on his face was also very dangerous, he smiled coldly, and caught Xu Moling and caught Nian Yun's seven inches.
What slipped through his fingers before, now he must hold it firmly in the palm of his hand.
"What you said is false, but what is true now is that if you make me unhappy, I will let you never see him, hey, it is not uncommon for mortals to cultivate immortals, and cranes are really rare. The Demon Lord stretched out a hand in front of Nian Yun and motioned for her to take her hand and stand up, with a smile on her face that had never changed.
Nian Yun took a deep breath, turned his head and spat in the air, and then turned back his fingertips to put on the Demon Lord's hand.
She really has a handle in the hands of others, that is Xu Moling's life, she came to save people, not to go out with a corpse.
Nian Yun was later placed in a dormitory, which had a long red gauze tent, and the wind blew in very gently.
It is said that this is the place where Leng Xia lived in the Demon Realm that year, and on a lonely night, Nianyun lay on the bed, his heart ached, both worried about himself and sad for Leng Xia.
"Do you know that the love you fought for to bury is not worth mentioning here at all, he is a demon, after all, it is desire, when he sees something beautiful and beautiful, he will do whatever it takes to fight for it, he is not worthy of your love. Nian Yun muttered to himself, as if he was talking to the cold summer of that time and space.
The Demon Lord didn't appear for a few days, he had just come out of the customs, even if he trusted Blazing Soul Yan again, he had to help about some of the things that happened in the Demon Realm, in fact, he had been very busy some time ago, but he didn't know that Leng Xia had passed away, and he deliberately didn't want to think about it in that direction.
Nianyun's arrival brought devastating news and new hope.
He wanted to get Nian Yun, the queen of the demon clan with the same alluring appearance and noble bloodline as Leng Xia, and this time he did not allow himself to fail.
The Demon King's spring has come again, and he has prepared many tricks like a hairy boy.
On this day, the Demon Lord came to the palace where Leng Xia used to live, and Nian Yun was meditating in the hall, not to cultivate, but to meditate.
Last night, she released her powerful divine sense to search every palace within a radius of a hundred miles, but she still didn't feel a trace of Mo Ling's breath.
"How is this place, is it comfortable to live in? The food is delicious? I asked them to bring in the ingredients from outside, and you know, we don't have any grass in this place. The Demon Lord deliberately sat on the edge of the bed, next to Nian Yun and had nothing to say.
Nian Yun opened his eyes and moved to the side silently.
The Demon Lord moved closer to her, and she moved a little more until she reached the bedside.