"What?" Aluo thought he heard wrongly.

Balian took the trouble to repeat: "If you beg me, I will let you go."

A'luo was stunned, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke: "You asked me to beg you, I am the mighty devil...ah!"

The strength in Balian's hand suddenly became three points stronger, and his eyes were as calm as water: "Your majesty, the demon king, if your ministers knew that their respected majesty was pressed on the couch and whipped until he screamed, what do you think?

How will they laugh at you behind your back?"

A'rao's body trembled, and in his horrified eyes, he saw Bai Lian raising his hand to summon the jade in the blue water on the bookshelf.

When Ning Feiyan was there, he often collected some weird but very convenient gadgets from her palace.

He took out a square ruby ​​compass, fiddled with it twice, and smoothly pushed out a green light, which reflected the image of him pressing down on His Majesty the Demon King and educating him fiercely, and he was actually making a record of it.

A'luo's face suddenly turned red and he stood up to grab the thing.

Balian used the cigarette rod in his hand to gently poke her on the lower back, and Aluo fell down again like a little mouse whose tail was poked.

Balian repeated what he just said and said, "Please."

Ah Rao was far less strong-willed in front of him than he was in front of Ah Rao.

With him, she often did useless things that were flexible and flexible.

If this recorded image were to spread, she would say it without any shame. What made her more serious was that she didn't want the restless butterflies in the devil world to see his body.

A'luo hugged the pillow tightly, buried her cheek deeply into the soft pillow, and hummed: "Please."

"What do you want me to ask for?" Balian stopped slapping her and imitated her torturous movements just now, hovering the cigarette rod over her red, swollen and bloodshot wound.

The platinum tassels hanging from the jade pole fell softly, tickling and delicately painting on her red wound.

One moment it was stormy and the next moment it was drizzle.

The numb, painful and spicy area was tickled by his gentle movements and rubbed with tassels in circles. The taste was simply more torturous than drinking the Tiger Bench chili pepper water directly.

A'luo's voice buried in the pillow was like crying: "I beg you to be merciful and let me go?"

"Me?" Balian's eyes were slightly cold.

A'luo had no choice but to change her words in time: "It's me! It's me! Please, sir, please let me go."

Anyway, she had done a lot of things that had deprived her of power and humiliated the country in the past, and Ah Luo had no pressure to beg for mercy and admit her mistake.
Chapter completed!