All the Demons Above: the Doctor Is Difficult to Deal With

She was extremely talented, but she was forced by her fellow disciples who claimed to be upright to eat the puppies they depended on for their lives. The master, whom she trusted completely, cut off her spiritual veins and left her to become a waste, to be beaten, scolded and teased. In the end, she was sacrificed to heaven and earth with her flesh and blood. Since the world is unkind and there is no room for her, then she will disrupt the world and re-establish the rules. "Oh, now that they have proclaimed themselves sages, I will be above them. From today on, I will be the Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Demons!" From now on, there are no more compassionate demons in the world, only the rampant and wanton Holy Lord of Ten Thousand Demons. The Saint of Ten Thousand Demons acted eccentrically, raised three thousand male pets, and built a palace of arrogance and luxury, attracting the self-proclaimed righteous sorcerers from all over the world to pursue him and conquer him. When the person she trusted the most stabbed her chest with a sword, she laughed and fell into the abyss, rather than die at the hands of others. The red dress is enchanting and her words are arrogant and wanton: "When I return, it will be the time to slaughter all the hypocritical warlocks in the world!" After returning from rebirth, in this life, she will still act recklessly and cause trouble to the world. She chose to use the sorcery that righteous people despised most to beat them until they were all on the ground, begging for mercy on their knees. Swallow demon spirits, practice the demon path, and have thousands of evil spirits step under your feet. Let's see how the Ten Thousand Demons Saint kills all the hypocritical warlocks in the world and reaches the top again. It's just this cold-faced doctor, could you please stop stalking me? Even if I were a saint, I still can't stand your old man undressing and seducing me! … Seeing the enchanting red color falling down the cliff, the golden robe flipping wantonly, the frosty face of the man with the long sword instantly collapsed, and the cold eyes were stained with panic that did not belong to him. Thousands of swords circled around him, killing everyone in an instant. "If she makes any mistake, I will make the whole world bury her with her!" Then he jumped and followed her into the abyss. … The demons on the couch laughed wantonly and enchantingly, stretched out their slender hands, and suddenly pouted and hummed: "Your Majesty, my back hurts." The man with outstanding immortal posture slowly came back to his senses. He looked like a celestial being with a cold expression. He walked over step by step with a slight frown. The palace people around him were so frightened that they did not dare to breathe. Your Majesty came over, suddenly picked up the soft cushion next to him, carefully placed it on Wan Yao's waist, and leaned close to her ear: "Where does it hurt?" The black hair fell off, and Wan Yao picked up a strand and put it on the tip of his nose to smell it. He stretched out his hand and pointed at his waist randomly: "Here... Here... It hurts..." Then a large, slightly cool hand covered her small hand and slowly squeezed her waist. "This posture last night was so tiring..." The big hand paused slightly, and his Majesty whispered coldly into Wan Yao's ear: "Then Yao Yao is on top tonight, and I am on the bottom." (This article is 1v1, the wanton, lazy and gluttonous demon king vs the arrogant and cold-hearted master, both strong and doting.)