"As for it?" Feng Yu's temple jumped fiercely.

Ranbai sneered.

After the last one chased the other for most of the day, he was tired. Feng Yu was panting and laying on the ground, looking at the sky, "No, it seems you and your master?"

"It's not the master." The Demon Lord said coldly.

Feng Yu turned his head to look at her in surprise.

Then Ranbai said, "It's a Taoist partner."

Feng Yu: "..."

"?!!" He looked at Ran Bai in shock, "Am I crazy or are you crazy? Taoist couple?!"

The Demon Lord was calm and lazy, and he raised his chin slightly with an arrogance. He was very dissatisfied with Feng Yu's shock, "What."

"..." Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, his eyes unknown: "You are a master-apprentice relationship that everyone knows. If this is spread to become a Taoist partner, then your reputation... don't you have to worry about it. What about the Immortal Lord? Your master lets you do whatever you want?"

"Nonsense?" Ranbai's sword blade pointed at him, "You say it again."

Feng Yu: "..."

The demon king tsk and his eyes fell on the sword that Ranbai held. The blade was thin and sharp, and it flashed with a cold light in the sun.

"Yes, even Xue Ji has passed on it. The swords of the natal world have been exchanged, and it is unreasonable to have no personal relationship."

Ranbai sniffed and sneered slightly.

later,

The wedding of the Demon World is announced to the world.

Master and apprentice change the Taoist couple.

Vibrate the three realms.

At that time, when the head of Xuanqing Sect heard the news, he almost vomited blood.

Their Immortal Lord was taken away by the Demon Lord?!!

The head regrets it.

What the head of the sect didn't know was that a few days before the wedding in the Demon Realm, the girl Demon Lord had just said "I'll marry Master." and got the word "I'll marry Master" without any hesitation.

--"good."

…

Demon World.

Blood Moon is so smuggled.

The ten-mile red makeup and phoenix crown and red robe that were in the illusion of Yeshan finally became a reality.

A head of black hair is tied up, and a red dress is like blood.

Who has picturesque eyebrows and strong smiles, and has enchanted the world.

Under the pressure of the Demon Lord and the Immortal Lord, no one dared to object.

It was like ink at night, and the red gauze curtain fell.

The voice of the conversation is slightly blurred under the moonlight.

"Master."

"Um."

The man smiled and asked, "Double practice?"

Mo Yue silence for a second or two,

A low and cold voice fell calmly, and there was still only one sound: "Yes."

The Demon Lord finally got his wish and slept with the Immortal Lord, who had always been cold and abstinent, torn to pieces in his red clothes, the mist was misty, and occasionally melted between his lips and teeth, a few cold and seductive breaths, which were sobbing by his willingness.

"Does Master like it?"

She was very bad and pestered him and asked repeatedly many times.

It was not until the end that she heard the Immortal Lord say in her ear very lightly: "I like you."

Then.

Ranbai smiled slightly.

Taking advantage of the moment when the immortal king was kissed, he slowly pulled the silver handcuffs he had prepared a long time ago on Yu Chen's thin wrist.

The cold temperature gently stroked the wrist, making people tremble.

Yu Chen paused slightly, and his foggy eyes slowly opened wide, staring at her in a daze.

However, the Demon Lord, who did this, was not guilty at all. He pinched the Immortal Lord's jaw and kissed him in his ear: "Didn't Master say anything that can be given to his disciple?"

She stared at him, her blood-colored eyes suppressed the dark and strange emotions, slowly bent the corners of her red lips, and said softly, with no reason, a strange and cold obsession: "The disciple wants to lock up the master."

Yu Chen never thought about it.

Ranbai would have such an idea.

The cold handcuffs on the wrist were covered with thin chains, without any temperature, imprisoning people.

"It's mine to lock it up." Her eyebrows were curved, dark and sick, and her fingertips gently stroked the eyes of the immortal king, whispering like a lover: "Isn't it possible, Master."

Yu Chen's thoughts were blank. He glanced at the silver chain on his wrist, faintly pressed out a red mark, sighed softly, and met the white eyes, with the breeze and bright moon at the end of his eyes, but he was willing to accompany her to fall and fall. He said calmly and gentlely: "Yes."

He said: "It's always yours."

She finally defiled her god.

He blasphemed the immortal king who had always been high and pulled the gods off the spotless altar.
Chapter completed!