Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Sang Yanhang's face changed when he was looked at by him, and he uttered a dirty word and looked away.

Feng He was confused by him.

He asked in a cold and gloomy voice, "Why did you bring me here?"

Sang Yanhang didn't say anything, but didn't look at him either.

With a dark face, he took him into a palace inside the Demon Palace.

The palace is decorated in an extremely luxurious and prosperous manner, and all valuable things can be seen here.

Feng He was also dazzled for a moment and looked a little dazed.

Sang Yanhang looked at his expression with satisfaction and grinned.

Feng He immediately became alert, his eyes darting around, fearing that there might be some kind of drug or something like that in the palace.

Sang Yanhang looked at his lively expression and said in a good mood: "You should stay here for the time being, Feng He Immortal Venerable."

Feng He couldn't stand the situation where the words were not made clear, so he said angrily: "...What do you want to do? Stop being so secretive!"

Sang Yanhang looked indifferent and refused to tell him.

Then, regardless of Feng He's calls, he just went out.

Before leaving, he put a ban on the palace, and no one except him could open it.

Feng He rolled her eyes and climbed onto the bed covered with silk, satin and luxurious furs in angrily.

It really looks like a little goldfish.

There is a crystal ball on the table in the Demon Palace, and Feng He's expression and behavior are all recorded by the crystal ball.

Sang Yanhang was watching on the other side with great concentration. He himself didn't know how long he had been watching until his eyes became dry, and then he came to his senses.

Yes, ever since the last fight with Feng He, he has really wanted to see Feng He again.

Now that it has come true, his trip to Qingfan Mountain was not in vain.

Feng He has been fasting and doesn't need to eat or drink. Eating fruits is just a hobby for him.

Now imprisoned in the bustling Demon Palace, he really felt a little lost. He had no choice but to sit down and concentrate on practicing.

But this place was too luxurious and prosperous. He couldn't calm down no matter what he did. He had cursed that Demon Lord thousands of times in his heart.

At this moment, Feng He suddenly remembered that Ji Yuan had once given him a message talisman. He wondered if it could still be used here.

He took out the already slightly wrinkled message talisman from his body.

He tried to inject a little spiritual power into it to revive it. The talisman paper lit up, and Feng He's eyes also lit up.

He said "Hello" cautiously and expectantly.

The heavy breathing sound on the other end suddenly stopped, as if afraid of disturbing him.

Feng He looked at the message talisman in confusion and said, "Ji Yuan?"

"...Well, I'm here."

Ji Yuan responded quickly, his voice was mellow and pleasant.

When Feng He saw that the call was connected, she immediately asked him for help.

"Ji Yuan, Sang Yanhang has captured me and brought me to the Demon Palace. Come with my apprentice and save me!"

Ji Yuan took a deep breath and spoke as gently as possible: "Don't be afraid, your apprentice has found me. We are preparing to rescue you, but we don't know where the Demon Palace is, and we are looking for it."

Feng He pouted and muttered, "Well, Sang Yanhang didn't do anything to me anyway."

Feng He hung up after she finished speaking, and added at the end: "Come quickly."

Feng He looked at the palace with a vague gaze, thinking irresponsibly in his heart: If they don't come quickly, he is afraid that he will fall in love with this place and won't want to leave.

After all, it's so comfortable here.

Ji Yuan was actually extremely worried about Feng He, but he couldn't show his weakness, as it would be bad if it made Feng He even more anxious.

Fu Ci Yan also heard Feng He's voice just now, but he didn't say a word.

Her eyes were red and she looked like she was about to burst into tears any second.

Ji Yuan's fingers froze for a moment, and he tried to soften his expression and said, "It's no use blaming yourself now, so why don't you just follow me and find him. Then I'll work hard on my training."

Fu Ciyan tried his best to calm down and nodded. Then he worked with Ji Yuan expressionlessly.

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Sang Yanhang squinted his eyes and looked at the talisman in Feng He's hand. It was a very advanced talisman that could also convey messages in the demon world.

He recalled Feng He's pouting and acting coquettishly just now... He... How could he make such an expression?

Sang Yanhang gritted his teeth, and that strange feeling came over him again, itchy as if he had been scratched by a cat's claws.

He strolled leisurely to Guan Fenghe's palace.

At this time, Feng He was lying on the bed looking at the intricate woven curtains.

The expression on his face looked like he had lost all hope in life.

Sang Yanhang couldn't help laughing.

Feng He was startled by his voice and immediately sat up straight.

She glared at him and said, "How come you came here without making any sound?!"

Sang Yanhang did not answer his question, but instead asked: "Is Feng Xianzun uncomfortable living here? The expression on his face is very melancholy."

Feng He looked at her as if she knew the answer and rolled her eyes.

Sang Yanhang's breathing choked, and then gradually became rapid.

He stared at Feng He and couldn't take his eyes off her.

Feng He shuddered when he looked at her, and looked at him with some confusion.

Sang Yanhang took a deep breath, then waved his hand, and Feng He's white robe changed its appearance.

It turned into the unrestrained demon costume with exposed arms and legs.

A transparent black and purple gauze dress.

Her elbows and legs were flawlessly white, with slightly pink knees, making her look very pretty.

No one knew where his white shoes and socks had gone, leaving only a pair of white and pink feet.

Feng He was horrified and wrapped her arms around herself, looking like she didn't know where to block.

Sang Yanhang admired it with great interest, but finally realized that the more he admired it, the more trouble he suffered, so he looked away with difficulty.

He gritted his teeth and spat out a few words: "Feng Xianzun, please dress like this. This suits you better than your previous old-fashioned look."

Feng He was so angry that she stretched out her hand and slapped Sang Yanhang in the face.

Unexpectedly, this slap did not produce the effect Feng He wanted, but instead seemed to make Sang Yanhang feel good?

His eyes were bloodshot, he was breathing heavily, and he looked at Feng He as if he wanted to tear him apart and swallow him.

His hand was held by Sang Yanhang, who seemed to want to put his hand to his lips and kiss it gently.

Feng He immediately pulled her hand back before he could do so, but was pulled into Sang Yanhang's arms.

Feng He's eyes became more and more surprised and doubtful, and she looked at Sang Yanhang as if he were a pervert.

Sang Yanhang bit his lower lip hard until it bled, which allowed his mind to become clear for a moment.

He looked at Feng He with a dark and unclear look in his eyes. How could this person be the noble and aloof immortal? Instead, she was clearly an alluring and corrupt demon.

It was right for him to cover his face with magic all year round, otherwise he would have attracted countless wolves and tigers.

The expression on Feng He's face was extremely ugly, and he tried his best not to look at Sang Yanhang.

Sang Yanhang smiled slightly and said something that gave Feng He a nightmare: "Feng Xianzun, I think you are very qualified to be the Demon Queen. Tonight I will light the Lure Red Incense in the house..."

Feng He's eyes were filled with doubt and uncertainty, and finally she looked at Sang Yanhang, who at this moment already looked like a complete pervert.

Youhongxiang is the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world today.

No matter how noble a person is, he can fall for it.