The old man Xuanji calculated Lou Zhao's fate. The boring days were finally over, and teasing the little evil star became his pleasure.
"Meng Jingtang, kill him back." He loves to bewitch her the most, even if she never listens.
He has always been cold-hearted, and Meng Jingtang has been thinking about his pale eyes since the first time, what would it look like if those eyes were dyed with other colors? She tried her best to seduce him, including jewelry, power, and beauty. He was unmoved, and she began to doubt her own charm, so she turned around and found someone else to practice it.
As soon as she got the poison in hand, she turned around and saw him standing behind her covered in moonlight, dressed in white clothes as gentle as jade.
"Why are you so naughty?" His cold fingertips touched her smooth neck, held it softly, and gently rubbed her carotid artery. She suspected he was going to strangle her to death. As she wished, under the clear moonlight, she saw his red eyes filled with confusion, like a fog that could not be resolved.
The Emperor of Heaven is seriously ill, the heaven is in turmoil, and the demons from all four continents have been eyeing him for a long time, and finally they can no longer hide their ambitions.
She did fight back, but not for revenge.
Lou Zhao couldn't sit still, and even though his cultivation was greatly damaged, he had to guard her by force.
She was surrounded by countless corpses, and his calm face could no longer maintain its calmness.
"Lou Zhao, please forget about me." Her voice was calm, and she took one last look at her lover.
Since he loves this world, she is willing to guard it for him. Love should be armor.
No one can forget that the cold and arrogant Demon Lord, who could handle everything with ease, hugged the body of his dead lover and cried like a child who couldn't find his way home.
The cold and proud devil with a scholarly face and a devilish heart × the genius war god with no bones
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