Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 189 The Demon King’s Cinnabar Mole (95)

"My lord, let me meet Lord Demon King!"

The man snorted coldly and pushed her out: "Go, go, trash is trash, so much nonsense!"

Tan Sang's body is weak now, and he is affected by the devil energy, so he has no strength at all. When pushed by the guard, he fell to the ground, and a mouthful of black blood sprayed on the ground.

The demon clan was also shocked by her reaction, and kept yelling: "Don't touch porcelain! I didn't touch you! If you are sick, you should find a place to die far away. Why stay here to harm others?"

Tan Sang spat out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body was blurred.

Shouting: "Let me meet the Demon King..."

The guard didn't care about her. If someone saw her, it would be all her fault, and the Demon King wouldn't punish him.

Suddenly the woman on the ground got up, grabbed his clothes tightly, and pressed a dagger against his neck.

"If you don't take me to meet the Demon King, I will kill you."

There was a fierce light in his eyes.

An overwhelming dictator's cold aura, domineering sideways leakage.

The guard's legs went limp all of a sudden.

Although he can't go to the devil's bedroom, he will be punished if he goes, but it's better than dying here!
It was still killed by a woman who had no magic energy.

I have no face to say it.

He yelled, "I'll take it, I'll take it, please spare my life, girl."

Tan Sang remained silent, the blade approached his neck.

The Mozu hurriedly led the way.

Entering the palace, it was dark and full of bone-biting coldness.

The palace was huge and empty.

Going further inside, there is a wall of jade built inch by inch.

There was no light here, but it was because she had smashed a hole right above that there was some light, and this jade made the hall more warm and moist.

Getting closer and closer to him, her mind was exhausted to the extreme.

There is a golden chair in front of you, with complex Sanskrit characters on it, and delicate lines on the corners.

A pair of sharp-boned fingers rested lightly on the throne.

Fingertip down.

A rose flower grew out of nowhere just under his fingertips.

The fair-skinned, polished man was originally Zhilan Yushu, but now he was wearing a black robe embroidered with ancient beasts, his hair was tied with thousand-year-old cold jade, and two strands of blue silk hung down his forehead.

It's a little more relaxed.

But this person's eyes were deep, his aura was even more gloomy, and there was frost and snow in his expression.

He seemed to be very tired, his eyelids drooped, and he was resting with his head on his hands.

The movement of his hand just revealed that delicate wrist.

Tan Sang clicked his tongue.

This man is excellent in every way.

Tan Sang knocked out the guard since he got close to the dormitory.

At this moment, she followed her heart and approached him without any scruples.

Once approached, she originally had thousands of words in her heart, but now she didn't know what to say, seeing the blue shadow under his eyes, she couldn't help but not want to disturb him.

She reached out and gently grabbed the corner of his robe.

Then pulled it lightly.

It is the most coquettish action she has done in the mortal world.

She wanted to say: Boyan, I don't like other people's, and I didn't want to see Yunsi on purpose, it's just that things happened for a reason.

From now on I will never make you sad again, so please forgive me, okay?

I will treat you well.

Boyan, trust me one last time, okay?

But she didn't say anything.

Tore off the rose flower under his finger.

She lightly kissed his fingers.

Like a jealous child.

(End of this chapter)