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Rebirth + Wearing + Vest + Chasing Wife + 1V1 Double Cleansing
The reborn demon king who takes the place of the Flower of Kaoling vs. The scheming male servant of the tea master
In her previous life, she was a great demon queen who was criticized by thousands of people, and was pushed down to the Brahma Heaven by the gods who pulled her scales and melted her bones. Once he woke up and ascended to the throne of God, he was still a notorious... God of sin!
Forget it, sin the God, just sin the God, you will end up with a bad name in both past and present lives. She is casual and uninhibited, until she meets a male servant who is a first-class tea artist.
She pursues clues from her past life to track down the demon clan rebels, while he pursues her and begs for her mercy.
Ji Ran: "Your Highness doesn't want me anymore?"
For the first time, Tiyou knocked him out and sought peace, without any hope of farewell.
Seeing Jiran again, his eyes were full of resentment, "Did His Highness have no control over his own actions, or did he forget to leave because of his joy?"
He looked humble, but his fingers were tightly clasped around Diyou, not allowing her to hide or break away.
So, for the second time, Diyou gave him a strong dose of medicine - the broth cooked by Po Meng, which was delicious and sweet, and his past life was all gone, as if he was born again.
However, Tiyou didn't expect that after solving a sickly little green tea, she provoked a crazy monster.
From then on, the world in the wilderness deteriorated! The crazy monster is weak and unable to take care of himself day by day, and the rebellious goddess drinks and has fun every night.
Until, the two of them had a ridiculous night.
His face turned red, and mist gradually formed in his eyes: "Monster, if you want me, you can't run away anymore."
Tiyou woke up and was petrified on the spot... He was too drunk and made a mistake. He lost his behavior after drinking and regretted it.
She looked at the sleeping man, arranging his clothes and makeup one second, and then fled away in shock the next.
After that day, the wilderness was turned upside down, and rumors flew everywhere.
In the past, while the harp and harp played in harmony, he slept alone on his lonely pillow. The big demon fluttered his sleeves and shattered the candles and lamps beside the bed, holding tightly in his palm the quilt that was so affectionate with her that night.
"Run... I still want to run," he gently stroked the tender touch she left on the corner of his mouth, "My mind is always so wild. It seems I can't keep you once, so I can only come a few more times."
Intention: Take yourself as light, don't borrow the moon or the stars
