Forced to Become the Devil's Succubus Lover

——The continuation of the article "The Sick Beauty Master Loves No One [Rebirth]" by Master and Disciple hzc in the next year. The copy of this article is as follows, and the full order only costs 1.68—— [The Holy Son of the Flower of the High Mountain is attacked vs. The Demon King of Anywhere] After transforming into the 72nd Holy Son of the Guangming Continent, Su Sheng responded to the city's citizens' prayers: He killed the evil and cruel devil who controlled people's freedom. But what Su Sheng didn't know was that the human prince who saved him when his life was hanging by a thread, stayed by his side, cared for him meticulously, and was even willing to risk his life for him, was actually the devil incarnate. The purpose is to "get" him. . For the Demon King, being killed by an ant-like being was simply a great shame and humiliation. So he deliberately approached Su Sheng, vowing to avenge his shame. He wanted this arrogant and unyielding Holy Son to surrender to him both physically and mentally. He wants to—— Let this pure Son be his willing lover and slave. . In the pointed castle inlaid with countless gold and silver, The lazy Demon King was half leaning on the throne, his eyes slightly lowered—— In the center of the castle sat a young man kneeling in a white robe that reached his ankles. His originally holy face sprouted ears belonging to a succubus, and his dark eyes turned into a deep purple belonging to a succubus. "Your Highness the Holy Son, you are about to become a complete succubus." Su Sheng lowered his eyes indifferently, with a cold expression. However, the pink heart-shaped tail behind him was slapping the ground anxiously. The devil thought casually, what would happen if his wings were broken, his pride was cut off, and he was thrown on the bed? Will this aloof and untamable His Highness the Holy Son show a different style? Under the throne, Su Sheng's limbs were tightly entangled with chains, and desire was about to engulf him. At the moment when his consciousness was about to burn out, Su Sheng raised his head and looked at the Demon King, sneering disdainfully: "After waiting for so long, why, can't it be done?" ——If you like it, give the author a little red heart to help the author achieve great success (abstract bushi)—— Demining: self-cut leg flesh, forced love scenes, non-sweet text, politely rejecting extreme party control, not a good person, 1v1 double clean. ——Continuation of the archive article "The Sick Beauty Master Loves No One [Rebirth]"—— Shen Qingyuan was the light of immortality, but he fell in love with his apprentice against the rules. He taught his apprentice how to make Bazhen cake; Regardless of the old illness that prevented him from becoming a disciple, he went up the mountain to get the medicine through all kinds of difficulties and dangers. But what awaited him was a sword stabbing into his belly. The red plum blossoms were shining and the sky was filled with heavy snow. The moment his consciousness disappeared, he swallowed his blood and said with disappointment, "After all, I mistakenly believed in you." When he regained consciousness, he returned to twenty years ago. At that time, the apprenticeship ceremony was about to end, and he never looked at the other party again. But that person stuck to him like dog skin plaster. But it doesn't matter—— In this life, he cultivates the path of ruthlessness. —— Gu Zhen once hated Shen Qingyuan so much that he gritted his teeth. He deliberately pretended to be a disciple of this man, and finally got his revenge after lying dormant for many years. The great revenge had been avenged, and he should have been happy, but his heart was full of panic, as if he had lost something. Until later, no one would cook for him or stand in front of him to protect his safety. Only then did he realize what he had and what he had lost. Later, everyone said that the demon king who unified the seven realms and the Ming Dynasty became a madman. When he saw people, he asked: "Have you seen my master?" His black hair and white clothes left him in the heavy snow, never to return. Intention: to do good