Hearing this voice, the system in Gu Ruojiao's mind began to tremble.
System: The host is Demon Lord Mo Qingyan. (yan third tone)
Gu Ruojiao's heart trembled.
Demon Lord Mo Qingyan, the Lord of the Demon Realm, whose existence is even feared by the gods.
This person is moody, really moody.
Although Xiao Chengyu is also moody, there are traces to follow.
But Mo Qingyan is not.
He can kill people who are complimenting him with a smile on his face.
You can also send him back to the west without liking or disliking him, just because he wanted to smell the blood at that time.
For such a person, no one can guess his preferences.
Just as she was thinking about it, she heard footsteps stopping not far from her.
Gu Ruojiao could feel a cold gaze falling on her.
Like a snake, it is cold and smooth, penetrating into the bone marrow.
Make her feel like she's been seen through!
For a moment, Gu Ruojiao's goosebumps appeared.
She knew she could no longer pretend to be unconscious, so she let out a sigh and slowly opened her eyelids.
In the dim candlelight, she saw the face of the Demon Lord.
The man looks very handsome, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, slightly cool lips, and a smeared smile at the corners of his mouth.
There was a hint of indifference and a hint of distraction in his eyes, as if he was not interested in anything in the world.
He looked at Gu Ruojiao as if he was sizing up something.
The subordinate on the side saw this and pulled the chain around Gu Ruojiao's neck.
His movements were too rough, and Gu Ruojiao's skin was too delicate, leaving red marks on her fair neck during the tug.
Mo Qingyan glanced at the red mark and his eyes flashed.
"Woo..."
Gu Ruojiao let out a tender cry of pain.
He raised his head because of his subordinate's actions.
Mo Qingyan saw that her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, and her tortured face and lips were a little white.
The dress on her body couldn't cover her body and hung like a piece of rag on her body, but it looked like it had a heart-stopping sense of fragmentation.
Very nice.
This is Mo Qingyan's first impression.
And beautiful things should be frozen forever so that they will not wither and wither.
"Lord Demon Lord, it was she who killed your beloved little fur ball."
"Oh?" Mo Qingyan glanced at Gu Ruojiao, whose body was shaking unconsciously, "What's your name?"
Gu Ruojiao looked at Mo Qingyan in confusion: "I, I... I don't know..."
"I don't know?" Mo Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Isn't the Fox King's little daughter a fool?"
Gu Ruojiao did not answer directly, but looked around fearfully, and then looked at Mo Qingyan again.
The voice was timid and waxy: "Where is this place?"
Mo Qingyan: "This is the devil world."
"Devil world?" Gu Ruojiao repeated, her eyes still filled with confusion and confusion.
He seems to have no idea why he is here.
Mo Qingyan asked again: "Do you know who I am?"
Gu Ruojiao's eyes were confused again.
But soon, she seemed to remember something.
Jiao timidly glanced at him quickly.
"You are...husband."
"Oh?" Mo Qingyan raised his eyebrows coldly, "Do you know what a husband is?"
Gu Ruojiao was stunned by the question and fell into thinking again.
She had injuries of various sizes on her body, and she would tremble unconsciously whenever the strong wind blew.
I don't know if it's frozen or cold.
The fair and delicate skin is covered with mottled marks, and it looks rather sadistic.
Mo Qingyan stretched out his hand to touch the wound, and felt the owner of the body flinch.
The long and fat fox tail climbed up, and the tip of the tail curled around his finger.
