Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

Jiang Que was dressed in white, with black hair down to his waist and a stern face. His good looks revealed a deep coldness and unparalleled beauty, like an unsheathed sword in the frost, which pierced people just by its presence.

Especially when she has a stern face and does not speak, she is like a holy snow lotus on the top of a mountain, revealing an immortal demeanor that is not like that of an ordinary person.

His white robe was stained with the blood of his companions, just like a gorgeous and eye-catching red peony blooming on his immortal robe, pulling him into the mundane world.

Jiang Que and the unlucky guy were pushed into a pitch-dark room by the demon soldiers and locked up.

The unlucky guy was a young boy. After being locked up, he found a corner in the dark and cried, asking Jiang Que what to do now and whether they would die.

Jiang Que smiled slightly, threw the soft sword that the original owner had wrapped around his waist, and it landed crisply at the feet of the unlucky guy. He slowly opened his mouth and said, "So let's commit suicide first and give them a surprise."

"..."

Are you serious?

"Senior Brother Jiang..." The unfortunate fellow became even more frightened and hugged himself tightly, looking weak, pitiful and helpless.

He suspected that Jiang Que was frightened and now unconscious.

The unlucky guy hid in the corner and didn't dare to say anything, for fear that Jiang Que would go crazy and chop people with a sword.

Jiang Que snorted, feeling it was boring, and sat on the ground in the darkness.

The Demon Realm has a special magnetic field. If a cultivator enters there without special magical instruments to protect himself, the spiritual power in his body will be suppressed by the demonic energy.

The same is true for the demons entering the immortal gate.

The laws of nature are mutual promotion and mutual restraint.

This was also the reason why Jiang Que felt unwell just now.

Fortunately, the problem was not serious and Jiang Que didn't take it to heart.

He rubbed his hands, sat on the ground and started to gather his luck to draw cards.

Jiang Que flipped through the six cards and pulled out a mind-reading card.

The mind-reading cards can only be used three times, each time for ten minutes.

Jiang Que touched the cards and wanted to smile but said nothing in the dark environment.

...

After about half an hour, the small dark room was pushed open by the demon soldiers.

Under the sympathetic and worried gaze of the unfortunate guy.

Jiang Que was taken away by the black-armored demon soldiers and thrown into a bedroom that was filled with a faint chill, eerie and cold, like the underworld of hell.

The hall was empty and dark, with candles lit on both sides of the hall. Layers of black gauze hung from the black wooden beams, vaguely covering the young man who was taking a nap on the soft couch at the end of the hall.

The boy's long, jet-black hair like crow feathers spread out on the couch, his bright red clothes were eye-catching, his long legs, which were not covered by anything, were half curled up under the silk ribbons, like an alluring fairy in the depths of a dream, and a golden bell was hung on his left ankle.

Perhaps sensing an intruder, the young man who was propping his head up on the couch slowly opened his eyes, and a red light flashed in his black eyes.

"coming?"

The young man stood up quietly, and the bells on the silk rang.

She walked barefoot on the cold ground, her white, almost transparent fingers lifted the black veil in front of her eyes, and she walked towards Jiang Que step by step like a seductive fairy.

Taking Jiang Que's hand, he led him to the soft couch where he had just slept.

Before Jiang Que was ready, he was pushed up by the young man and sat on him with his legs crossed.

Perhaps because they were so close, and the young man was not shy about it, Jiang Que could clearly see his head, which was mostly hidden under the red ribbon.

It is wrapped in red cloth, and unless you make any big movements, it is difficult to notice under the cover of the silk.

When Yanhui saw him staring at her, her red lips curled up slightly.

The beautiful and delicate face came close to Jiang Que's cheek, her breath was close without warning, the tip of her tall nose brushed across the side of Jiang Que's face, and finally she leaned into his ear like the whisper of lovers.

"I heard that the Immortal Lord practices the Way of Mercilessness. I have never seen it before. I want to come and see the grand occasion of the Way of Mercilessness being revealed."

Jiang Que was lying on the couch. The young man in red who was sitting on him raised his hand to unbutton Jiang Que's clothes. Without any buffer, he found a place to charge.

Perhaps it was different from what he thought, the dark color in the boy's eyes was suddenly replaced by scarlet.

Jiang Que was stunned.

No, brother, are you so powerful?

I know you're anxious, but don't be anxious yet.

You're causing me pain, too!