I was hiding from gods and demons at the beginning, but it turned out that I was the boss

The elevator soon reached the top floor, and footsteps were heard again in the corridor, which had been quiet for a short while.

Anjou opened the door of Poktier's room for Tasriel and led him to the bedroom door.

Inside the door, An Ruli was lying on the floor beside the bed in a mess, gasping for breath, her beautiful eyes half closed with a confused look of sadness and a desire for charm.

The metal chain around her neck flowed through her towering breasts like a winding river, and her legs were entangled under her pleated skirt...

The imprisoned little beast is both pitiful and tempting.

Tasriel raised his eyebrows and said teasingly, "You are thoughtful. This interrogation method is quite interesting."

An Rujing's face flushed with heat and he said tiredly:

"The rooms have all been renovated. Your interrogation is over. If you don't mind, you can let her stay with you to rest here."

Tasriel smiled knowingly, but pretended to be reserved and said, "It's not so good. After all, she is Emile's public lover, a noble lady from the House of Anjou, someone you once loved."

An Rujing's heart trembled, clenched his fists and lowered his eyes, saying: "That's all in the past... She is just the canary of the An Ru family. It is her honor to help you solve your problems."

Tasriel's eyes were teasing, "You know, I've always been violent. If I get hurt or die..."

An Rujing took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "You are the king, and we are the subjects! We dare not complain."

After saying this, he bent down and handed over the key to the chain, "Her fate is up to you."

Tasriel took the key and smiled with satisfaction, "You are much smarter than the others in the Merchant Alliance. I hope you will always be like this."

After saying that, Tasriel walked into the bedroom and closed the door...

An Rujing stood outside the bedroom in silence.

The cold light made his face look deathly pale.

He hadn't felt this kind of unbearable and aggrieved feeling for a long time...

Not long after, screams and rhythmic moans were heard in the room...

"You'd better leave."

In the shadows, the chief of the secret guards, Gore, said something awkwardly.

An Rujing fled the room in a trance.

But Anjuli's voice kept ringing in his ears like a devil's sound, and her every moan and every shout was like a slap in his face.

Telling her anger and contempt.

Curse his cruelty, meanness and incompetence.

The night wind in the corridor was getting stronger and stronger, calming An Rujing's anxious and angry mind.

He's not wrong.

He is the head of the family.

Whether it's the first time or this time.

Sacrificing Anjuli was all for the family.

It's all for the family...

After finding an excuse to comfort himself, An Rujing once again revealed his sanctimonious and cold expression and left the top floor.

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In the bedroom, the chain extended from the bedside into the bathroom, making rhythmic sounds, and the water from the bathtub flowed along the chain all over the floor.

When the chains stopped shaking, Anruli collapsed on Tasriel in a daze.

Tasriel stretched out his hand and tugged at the magic chain, sneering, "I didn't expect this thing to be so fun..."

"You know what? A long time ago, it was called the God-Locking Chain, not the Demon-Locking Chain."

At this point, he remembered that the current Demon Locking Chain came from the God's Chosen Group, and it should have been made by the people in the God's Domain who betrayed him...

"Come to think of it, Li Qi hasn't appeared for a long time. Could he be dead?"

Tasriel muttered a few words to himself, raised his hand and emitted dense threads of spiritual power.

The silk thread floated in the air and slowly wrapped around the defenseless Anjuli, sinking into her body and entering her consciousness.

Tsk, it turns out that Emil's medicine contains the pollution of the Dark Abyss...

No wonder the medicine is so powerful.

Tasriel sighed in his heart and controlled the spiritual power threads to wrap around Anjuli's soul canvas.

Although Anjuli was infected by the devil's desire, she still woke up.

She burst out her soul power to resist the attack of the spiritual power threads, but was quickly defeated because that was not ordinary spiritual power.

Each thread of Tasriel's spiritual power carries his thoughts and soul power.

Just like Qingtian's soul tentacles, his spiritual power threads were also extensions of his soul, and were equally terrifyingly powerful...

Dense threads penetrate the canvas of the soul, constantly blending into it, hunting for Anjuli's memories and feelings.

Anjuli cried out in pain and instinctively tried to break free and escape, but Tasriel held her tightly on top of him...

Under the double pressure, An Ruli's soul canvas finally lost its ability to resist and was controlled by the threads of demonic desire and spiritual power.

As Anjuli's memories were input, Tasriel's face, whose feelings overlapped, became increasingly cold.

How dare Emil and Poctie!

His eyes were bloodshot, and his pressure shattered the mirror and psychic lamp in the bathroom.

Gore in the living room frowned and knocked on the bedroom door, "Your Majesty..."

"roll--"

Tasriel roared inside and then fell silent.

Gore pursed his lips and dared not say anything else.

The only person who could make Tasriel lose control of his emotions like this...

After a long time, Tasriel, whose anger had subsided, began to analyze the information he had received from Anjuli...

"So they are all dead..."

"Good thing they died. Even if you didn't do it, I would have eaten them all."