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"Do you know that there are not many people in your Demon Palace who have demon blood, and there are very few people with purebred demon blood." The lips under the brim of the hat have a perfect curve, and I can't see the person's eyes clearly, but he
The cold and cold energy on the body is in the bones.
Ren Yushan frowned, not knowing what this person wanted to say. The Demon Palace has purebred demon blood, which has disappeared in more than ten years, and coupled with the strong man's self-conceited personality, he has long since ignored anything.
The blood type issue was mentioned by Lou Wang today. Ren Yushan felt that the identity of the man in front of him was not as simple as Lou Wang.
King Lou tilted his head and looked at Dong Yanqi on the side, smiling: "I wonder how much does Emperor Yan know about your little niece?"
The cold eyes swept over quietly, and looked at the painful figure at the edge of the cliff, "Ghost Demon, I haven't seen you for so many years, I didn't expect you to be like this..." He walked towards the figure step by step, throwing a word.
If it is not serious or not: "Hate."
The man in black was stunned for a moment and laughed out loud, "Hate? The words of Emperor Yan really made me a little flattered. I haven't seen you for a few years, and you have grown up, making me a little disagreeable, but you are dealing with the enemy.
The way is still as cruel as ever."
Looking into the distance, rows of neatly armored warriors were gradually attacking this side. The ghost demon smiled bitterly. He actually transferred Mu Wuye over at this time. It seemed that he had seized the right time to swallow Loulan.
Leave it. He said that this man has no ambition, but he always wants to control everything within his own scope. He said that he has ambition, but everything is dominated by that woman. If he asked him to manage this hard work for that woman
He gave up everything, and he would never have any doubts about the ghosts and demons.
The battle situation was settled, and there was no need to stay here. He waved his sleeves and planned to leave here. A white shadow flashed in front of him, and the way was stopped. "So you are the ghost demon who is better than seeing at first sight than hearing a hundred times.
.” Ren Yushan smiled almost like a fox, and the meaning in his eyes was very obvious. I have something to do and ask you to hold on.
The ghost demon shook a little coldly, and the hands under the clothes trembled on his cheeks, sighing helplessly: "It's really a miserable life. After leaving a demon, another demon came. You said I, the ghost demon, and you demon.
How could the palace have such a deep connection!”
"Who made you a ghost demon!" Ren Yushan smiled. It seemed that this time he came was not completely unreal. At least he knew that the ghost demon was still alive, and he didn't expect to become the king of Loulan.
In terms of age, ghost demons may be a few years older than Ren Yushan, but from those hands alone, it seems that time is nothing to the person in front of him. It is rumored that the ghost demons’ medical skills are so superb that they are as good as the gods of Daluo, but
However, the souls under his command were more than three times more than the King of Hell.
Two people who were completely out of normal track laughed at each other, and the laughter was filled with an unpredictable chill—
"Sheng'er, wake up and look up. I'm Uncle Jiu!" The slender and fair hand stretched out, calling her name gently as usual.
Under the white robe, only he himself knew the pain he endured.
Uncle Jiu? A sneer overflowed. Dong Yanqi's heart suddenly sank. The sound seemed to come from Jiuhan Hell. He had never been so panicked. It seemed that she would leave him in the next second.
"Yes, my uncle nine."
She raised her head, her red eyes were cold and sarcastic, and a smile that was enough to be sneered at the corner of her mouth. "Tell me, who are you? My Ninth Uncle or my man? Or do you want to ruin the emperor of everyone around me? Or just
Want to lend me the domineering person in your world?"
Curled up with both hands, pursed with crimson thin lips, and the gentleness in his eyes was frozen under the complex and inexplicable emotions. The airflow around him danced wildly due to the powerful internal force of the two people, and the white robe was flying a little cold.
In the autumn wind, long black hair is twisted and wrapped, and it seems that it is hard to cut it.
After the suffocating silence, he suddenly chuckled and said, "Sheng'er, tell Uncle Jiu, can you feel the kindness of Uncle Jiu to you over the years?"
Without waiting for her to speak, he looked away and continued, "Sheng'er, even if everyone in the world thinks that Uncle Ninth wants to occupy the world, Uncle Ninth doesn't care, because Uncle Ninth doesn't care, or the world's eyes,
He doesn't even care whether he is worthy of the ancestors of the Dong clan after his death."
"The only thing Uncle Jiu cares about in his life..." His clear eyes deeply locked her at this moment, trying to integrate her face and eyebrows into his bones. This is what he has loved for more than 20 years.
He has been caring for her since childhood. He watched her grow up and hoped that she would understand him one day and accept him. But now she would say such words that made him feel disappointed.
Is he too trusting their feelings? Even though he has been together for so long, even if they have a tacit understanding that others do not have, will they really believe each other? The heart is too complicated, and sometimes even themselves
I don't know what is hidden inside.
"It's you! Sheng'er, Uncle Jiu, I love you."
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