Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 112 The Demon King's Cinnabar Mole ([-])
The woman walked with long white legs and a coquettish posture, "I can help you, my respected Lord Demon King."

When the soft and boneless hand was about to touch him, there was a "snap" without mercy.

The beating was really painful.

The woman didn't mind at all, she had enough patience and confidence to take this man into her pocket.

Then the child said coldly, "Don't touch me!"

Only... the master can touch it.

The dark pupils are like a maze, unfathomable, and the expression is not at all like that of this age.

There seemed to be countless ice blades in the eyes, as if they could crush her in the next moment.

The corner of the woman's lips curled up, and she looked at him with interest in her eyes. The harder it is to get, the easier it is to arouse her fighting spirit.

She is confident that the Lord Demon King will be in her pocket.

She circled around him, making her voice as gentle as water, "Master Demon King, I can help you.

They don't want you, they despise you, they treat you like a shoe, it doesn't matter, I want yours..."

Boyan raised his eyelids and just gave her a look.

Suddenly, her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she could only make a rattling sound, and her breathing became more and more difficult.

On the verge of extinction.

"Help... help."

The child turned a blind eye, his eyes were only filled with longing for the bead.

He approached step by step.

The demon energy in the entire Demon Palace suddenly became surging and boiling, as if to wake up their master.

The bead was getting hotter and hotter.

Boyan vacated his body and floated in mid-air, and the bead got into his body at once.

The entire magic palace was shaking, as if it was about to fall apart, but there was no change.

The blood between heaven and earth is more intense.

The child was still unable to control the devilish energy, and it ran around in the body, and all of a sudden his clothes became tattered, and there were a few more bloodstains.

The whole person is like a kite falling from the string, falling straight from the sky.

Very pale.

It is also very distressing.

A white figure descended from the sky, as if shining a light into the darkness of this magic palace.

The first thing I saw was the woman in white clothes, with fluttering skirts, she came out of the dust like a fairy, standing proud of the world, as if she was a fairy descending to the mortal world, making people dare not look at her closely.

The long sword wins the snow, and the woman is like a flower, with indescribable beauty, elegance, nobility and vulgarity.

She gently caught the pale Boyan, and looked at the scantily clad woman in the corner with her twinkling eyes.

With gloomy eyes, the atmosphere in the entire Demon Palace became cold, and the cold air rushed straight into the woman's face.

"Ahhh!"

The woman dressed in light gauze covered her face, moaning in pain.

"My face, my face..."

A few bloodstains appeared on the flowery face.

All were injured by ice-causing spells.

Tan Sang's surroundings seemed to be frozen, she hugged Boyan, and approached the woman in the corner step by step.

Everywhere I went was frozen, and the soles of my feet blossomed, in the state of a snowflake.

It was very cold.

Her expression was indifferent, but the anger in her eyes could kill a person.

The red lips parted lightly.

"You hurt?"

The woman shook her head violently, "It's not me, it's not me, it's that bead! That bead!"

The woman shrunk herself into a ball, making her appear even smaller.

She had literally felt the gaze of death just now.

That gaze seemed to slice her alive inch by inch.

The tails of Tan Sang's eyes were raised, and his eyebrows were raised lightly. His whole person looked lazy and luxurious, domineering and full of momentum.

"If something happens to him, this deity will wash this devil's palace with blood!"

(End of this chapter)