The happy coffin is opened, all ghosts disperse, the princess comes from hell

The palace that was razed to the ground gradually returned to its original appearance.

Chewing sounds were heard in the hall, and the power-hungry Shuras disappeared one after another, as if they were bitten by an invisible giant mouth.

At the same time, endless heads grew out rapidly.

He stared at Di Tuo and licked his lips: "Your little Shura is not delicious, I want to eat you."

Di Tuo smiled and said, "Since you didn't eat Zhu You, I don't agree to give you this reward."

The invisible giant mouth bit towards Di Tuo, but was blocked by the golden light.

Wu Ji's figure appeared behind Di Tuo, holding her neck with one hand and her shoulder blade with the other. Di Tuo's head was tilted slightly to one side, revealing her snow-white neck.

The man's lips covered her neck, his cold teeth biting her flesh.

Di Tuo's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was deep: "I said, I don't agree."

Wu Jin failed to bite off her flesh, and with resentment in his eyes, he stared at the teeth marks on her neck.

Di Tuo raised his hand and stroked his hair, as if stroking a hungry and disobedient puppy: "Wu Jin, be good."

Wu Jin stared at her: "You want to control me, but you don't let me eat enough?"

Tudor tilted her head and rubbed his nose affectionately. Her gesture was ambiguous and intimate, but her eyes were filled with ambition and lust for power, without a trace of eroticism.

She pinched Endless's chin, "It can let you eat in a different way."

Wu Jin's eyes darkened.

All the power-hungry Asuras in the palace retreated, leaving only two emperors.

Dito sat back on the throne, Wu Jin turned to her, Dito grabbed his hair and pressed his head down little by little.

In the royal palace, there were sounds rising and falling in harmony.

The sound of animals licking water and women laughing could be heard.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Tudor lazily put on his crown, stood up and sat back on the throne.

Wu Jin lay under the throne, licked his lips, and stared at her straight, with a strong appetite still in his eyes.

"Not enough," he said.

Di Tuo held his chin with his hand, looked at his excitement, and chuckled, "Today is an exception, it won't happen again next time."

Wu Jin sat up and looked at her with dissatisfaction: "I won't let you control it until I'm full."

Titus sighed and motioned for him to come closer.

Wu Jin came closer, and Di Tuo raised his hand and slapped him.

Wuji's face turned to one side and looked up at her. The next moment, he stood up like a cheetah, pressed down, and tightly grasped Di Tuo's neck, smiling like an animal.

Di Tuo's expression did not change, and he still looked at him with a smile: "I said, be good. Disobedient dogs will be beaten."

"Then what are you who are with the dog?"

Di Tuo was not annoyed, and pinched his chin, "As long as I can use you, it doesn't matter whether you are a man or a dog."

"Just like you, as long as you can eat your fill, you can swallow it regardless of whether it's food or shit."

Wu Jin listened and actually started laughing.

He buried his head in the crook of Di Tuo's neck, took a deep breath, and whispered in her ear: "One day I will eat you up, eat you all into my stomach, suck out your marrow, and not even a bone residue will be left."

Di Tuo had no doubt that when Wu Jin said eating, he really meant eating her flesh and blood, not just "eating" her like before.

"As long as you can do it." She didn't comment.

She likes to be in control, but she doesn't mind if someone challenges her power and control.

The process of breaking the rebellious bones is obviously more interesting than easily accepting servility.

Wu Jin chuckled, perhaps because he was 'briefly fed' by Di Tuo, he looked somewhat sated, sitting casually beside her throne, playing with her long hair that hung down to her ankles.

"The son born to Galan and Emperor Ni smells delicious. I want to eat him."

"No."

"Why?" Wu Jin raised his eyebrows: "Galan is going to kill him anyway."

"Do you think Galan can do it?" Di Tuo smiled, holding his chin.

"No?" Wu Jin said lazily, "He destroyed his own good soul."

"The Emperor has revived a new kind soul in his body."

"That's hard to say, he is a murderer." Wu Jin sneered: "I can't control my hunger, and he can't control himself from killing."

"If he kills that kid, won't your plan go to waste?"

"Let's make a bet?" Di Tuo raised his chin and stroked his lips: "If you lose, you will wake up the Nevernight Flower for me."

"What if I win?"

Tudor put his hand to his lips: "My left arm is for you to eat."

Wu Jin's eyes lit up: "It's a deal."

"I swear on my royal authority."

With this assurance, Wu Jin felt relieved.

He stood up and touched his stomach: "I need to find some food. I'm hungry again."

The thought of eating Tuta's flesh and blood made him feel hungry again.

However, before leaving, he looked at Tudor thoughtfully:

"What if we all lose in the end?"

It is not impossible. After all, Galan and Emperor Ni really gave birth to an extraordinary son.

The Arakshasa beside that kid is also very troublesome.

Thinking of the smell of Arakshasas flesh and blood, Wu Jin swallowed his saliva.

The fragrance is not inferior to Cang Ming at all.

"I can't lose." Di Tuo smiled, "No matter what the result is, I am the winner."

Endless raised eyebrows.

Tudor crossed his legs, clasped his hands on his knees, and slumped his back lazily into the throne.

"He is a human, a witch, and a Shura. He has the blood of the Supreme Emperor."

"The kind soul of Galan and the earthly spirit of Emperor Ni gave birth to his human body. He has both love and murderous nature, but he also has ambition and lust for power."

Tudor smiled brightly: "Any ambition is my royal right."

“Even if I cannot reach the top, those who have my ambition will climb as high as I do.”

Wu Jin looked at her, wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled.

"Then it's a deal. If you lose, you will die in my mouth."

Wu Jin suddenly felt that it would not be bad if the boy named Cang Ming could win.

That way, he could swallow the whole Tudor.

……

In the Three Realms.

A figure suddenly appeared. He stood at the junction of the human world and the underworld, with gray hair like gray snow.

Galan's expression was cold and without any emotion.

He stared in the direction of the underworld, something in his chest beating uncontrollably, and a strange yet familiar scene flashed through his mind.

That is the memory of his kind soul.

As a human being, be a father.

He loves his children dearly.

Galan lowered his head and looked at his fingertips. There was a remnant soul hidden between his fingers. It was the miserable remnant of a good soul.

Even though there was only a little bit left, it was so hot that it seemed to be able to penetrate his flesh and blood.

Galan subconsciously squeezed the remaining soul tightly, wanting to crush it, but was afraid to crush it...