It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Memories that did not originally belong to them appeared in their minds.

The memory consisted of only a few simple words: Nuwa's bloodline - Lan Qingya.

At the same time, they also felt a certain energy being awakened in their bodies, becoming excited and surging, as if their bodies were being re-tempered from the inside out.

Apart from the Lord of All Monsters, the descendant of Nuwa, who else can do it?

An excited shout came from somewhere: "It's the master, it's the goddess Nuwa who is back!"

Thousands of demon kings and countless demon kings knelt on the ground, shouting from the bottom of their hearts: "Master, welcome back the goddess Nuwa!"

Lan Qingya looked around expressionlessly. She didn't think there was anything wrong with such worship. It seemed that she was born to be like this, to accept the worship of all the monsters.

"I am not Nuwa."

She opened her red lips slightly and spoke with great force.

"I am the new Lord of All Monsters, Lan Qingya."

"Welcome my lord!"

"Welcome my lord!"

"Welcome my lord!"

Lan Qingya's voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "What happened today must be spread by word of mouth, and try to spread it to every corner of the demon world. I want the person who dares to impersonate me to die without a burial place."

"Yes!"

No matter what their previous thoughts were, the thousands of heroes present now recognized their master.

Countless demon kings prostrated themselves on the ground and knelt devoutly.

Everyone put away their messy thoughts and stopped making trouble.

"You all should disperse now. I will naturally summon you in the time of war."

"Yes, I will follow the master's orders!"

All the monsters dispersed as ordered, only the handsome man who had been observing remained outside the barrier, standing still like a mountain.

Lan Qingya's gaze was fixed on Tu Shanwei. She raised her finger slightly, and golden divine power suddenly rushed into his body.

Tu Shanwei's exhausted state was quickly replenished, and he recovered his peak strength in just a breath.

He stared at Lan Qingya blankly. Her beautiful face no longer had the domineering and strong look it had before. She looked like a good dog who adored his master.

Seeing that he was fine, she used the same method to treat Fu Feng and Pei Qiuyue.

"I will remember the favor of the Golden Tiger Tribe."

Pei Qiuyue has always been proud. According to her usual temper, she would say coldly that it was not necessary, but this time, she was not polite.

Now she knew that the person in front of her was the true descendant of Nuwa.

If she remembers the favor, the future of the Golden Tiger Clan will be limitless.

Everything returned to calm. The divine light all over Lan Qingya faded away and slowly fell back into the barrier she had set up.

He lowered his eyes to look at Ying Zhao, who was sitting cross-legged beside him and now only had a physical body.

She walked over, squatted beside him, raised her hand to touch his handsome face, and said in a light voice: "I told you not to do this, but you insisted on doing this. Are you stupid?"

She suddenly remembered the promise he made on the way here.

"Don't worry, little girl. I won't let you die."

It was a promise that he didn't care about at all at that time, but now he has really fulfilled it with action.

The soul of his divine beast is useful to her.

If he hadn't buffered the high temperature of the Hongmeng Holy Fire, she would have been in a much worse state than she is now.

But she stopped him too.

Yingzhao, however, did not listen and stubbornly contributed himself.

Perhaps Tu Shanwei's behavior stimulated him, and he didn't want to be outdone by Tu Shanwei; perhaps she was really more important to him than his own life; perhaps he wanted to prove his love to her in this way.

No matter what the purpose was, he devoted his soul without hesitation.

Even though he knew he would die.

Lan Qingya's voice was a little choked: "Are you...stupid..."

She used her divine power to pull Ying Zhao's broken soul out of his body.

If she hadn't wrapped him in flesh and blood at the last moment, he would have really lost his soul.

She sent a telepathic message to Tu Shanwei and Fu Feng: "I want to repair his soul."

As she said this, ice crystals of various shapes formed on the barrier covering the sand, just like the beautiful ice flowers formed on the Songhua River in winter, hiding her and Ying Zhao's figures.

Seeing that the matter had been resolved, Pei Qiuyue and Pei Chunhua said goodbye and left, promising to report what had happened here to Chief Pei.

The only people left outside were Tu Shanwei and Fu Feng, both with grim looks on their faces.

And there was that handsome man who never left the periphery.

He saw Lan Qingya close the barrier and sit cross-legged on the ground with an expressionless face, as if waiting for her to come out.

Fu Feng glanced at the man, and seeing that he didn't make any unnecessary movements, he paid no more attention to him.

He took out two jars of wine and handed one to Tu Shanwei: "If you drink too much, you won't want to think about it anymore."

Tu Shanwei took it without saying a word and drank half of the jar in gulps.

But I don't know that drinking to forget my sorrow only makes me more sorrowful.

The two men became increasingly drunk, and jealousy and sadness could not be suppressed in their eyes, but they could do nothing about it.

Inside the restriction, the light was soft and ambiguous. After Lan Qingya pushed the soul into Ying Zhao's body, he frowned.

He felt cold all over and a little chilly.

It was as if someone had taken off his clothes.

He frowned unhappily.

Little girl, I don't like him like this.

Suddenly, a soft and warm body came over, he smelled her sweet scent, and subconsciously murmured: "Little girl... don't be afraid..."

When I put my hand on her waist and back, I was surprised to find that she was just as naked as I was.

He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at her. Lan Qingya's face that fascinated him was right in front of him.

She leaned over and captured his lips.

Ying Zhao's soul was damaged and his reaction was very slow.

He didn't respond, as if he couldn't remember how to respond.

It was not until she bit his lower lip lightly that he said hesitantly, "Little girl, you are so soft today."

The newborn Lan Qingya's skin was particularly delicate and smooth, making him unable to let it go.

Lan Qingya pursed her lips, her eyes flashing with tears: "Really? Then why don't you hold me tight?"

He tightened his arms obediently, lowered his head and placed a kiss on her shoulder, with a fire burning in his abdomen.

"Little girl, if you do this, I'm going to get horny."

He remembered that she didn't like him saying she was in heat, so he shut up immediately.

Lan Qingya was acting out of character today. She pressed herself tightly against him, kissing his cheek with her soft lips, then gradually moving them to his ear.

Just like that day in the royal wine cellar, she sucked on his earlobe as an invitation.

Her clear and pleasant voice was now full of ambiguous and seductive softness: "It's okay, I'm in heat too, towards you."

This is so provocative.

Ying Zhao suddenly hugged her tightly, and instinctively and impatiently blocked her mouth before she could say anything else.

He is a divine beast, and the primitive desire in his heart is aroused fiercely just because of her.

His desire for her was already engraved into his soul, and now that he had her permission, he could no longer restrain himself.

The primitive impulse of the beast in his body dominated his behavior, and the strength in his hands increased unconsciously.

Until a soft moan of pain escaped from Lan Qingya's throat.

He let her go in a hurry: "Did it hurt you? I...I didn't mean to..."

Lan Qingya smiled and shook her head, walked forward and kissed his lips, lowered her head and bit his Adam's apple, causing his breathing to quicken again.

"We are both beasts that have mistakenly entered a human body. Will you accompany me and release the beast in me?"

"It doesn't matter if it hurts a little. This way I can feel that loving you is both painful and joyful."

Ying Zhao's eyes were instantly filled with uncontrollable desire. He took the initiative and pressed her under him, following his inner feelings and kissing her all over her body.

He wove clothes out of kisses, and when she put them on, she felt the burning sensation was about to set her on fire.

He drank from her slit, her seductive moans guiding and encouraging him.