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

The man known as the Demon Lord said calmly, "Is it more this time than last time?"

"The spiritual energy in the mortal world is abundant, and there are more and more cultivators with spiritual roots. Naturally, they can refine more supplements for you."

"Ah."

"The elder has prepared a gift for you and told me to tell you this. You will naturally understand."

"Ah."

"The disciple retire."

The woman tried to leave, but her sleeve was grabbed.

"Demon... Lord Demon..."

Half of the monks who led the way before did not return. She took the task reluctantly, hoping that she would be one of the lucky half.

"Don't you know yet?" The demon king said lazily, "You are the gift."

"Me? I..." Her face turned pale and her stammering voice revealed her nervousness.

"What are you afraid of? Am I ugly?" the Demon Lord asked her with a low laugh.

The voice was very gentle, as if asking a lover.

"No...no...Mr. Demon is very...very handsome...but...um..."

The next moment, the female cultivator's mouth was blocked by something and she could only utter some broken whimpers.

After a sound, the woman seemed to break free from her restraints: "Demon Lord..."

Her voice broke off.

"Why, you don't want to?" The man said with a scornful smile in his voice.

The woman seemed to be bewitched: "No, Lord Demon, I am willing..."

No more words were spoken after that.

The only sound left was the sound of clothes falling to the ground.

Lan Qingya felt very angry.

It is only natural for demons to be unable to control their nature and eat humans, and it is also only natural for humans to kill demons.

The reason they can coexist harmoniously is that the demons control their nature and do not invade humans; humans are not so cruel and vicious that they must kill all the demons.

Of course, they can’t be killed completely.

The two sides have divided their respective territories and do not interfere with each other.

Nowadays, the demonic energy provided by the human race in the mortal world is not enough. This damn Demon King wants to kill monks and train them into evil ghosts to eat.

Is this not enough? Are they doing such beastly things here and abusing female cultivators?

It's absolutely heartbreaking.

She couldn't help but want to stick her head out to see if there was any chance to save the female cultivator.

The Demon Lord only showed half of his eye when he suddenly stopped moving, as if he sensed something, and looked towards the group of evil ghosts.

Gong Yijue quickly pulled her back, looked into her eyes and shook his head.

Lan Qingya understood what he meant.

Demon Lord, even the two of them combined might not be our match.

Their purpose in coming in was to find a position and then destroy it.

Don't put the cart before the horse, or you may risk your life.

Those amber eyes were filled with caution and seriousness, and Lan Qingya could only nod reluctantly.

The Demon Lord didn't notice anything and reached out to pull up the unconscious female cultivator.

The ambiguous kissing sounds were extremely clear in the cave. The female cultivator lost her mind but did not lose her instincts.

Under the torment of the Demon Lord, she gradually uttered disordered divine chants.

Behind the evil ghost wall, the two people who were originally looking at each other turned their eyes away at the same time.

Only then did Lan Qingya realize that she and Gong Yijue were too close. Even though their faces were turned away, their breaths were still intertwined.

She never regarded Gong Yi Jue as an attractive adult man.

After all, she had been with him since she was a child.

He is like a brother and a father to her.

But now, for the first time, she clearly realized that he was neither a brother nor a father, but a man.

A man who could make her heart move.

Lan Qingya awkwardly tried to create some distance, but the crack in the wall was only this wide. She tried for a long time with a red face, but no matter how she adjusted her posture, she couldn't change the situation.

"Xiao Ya, don't move..." Gong Yi Jue's hoarse voice came from above his head.

The woman's emotions turned into a soft moan in her throat, becoming more and more unbridled.

Lan Qingya immediately didn't dare to move.

What did he call her?

It was still going on over there, and the temperature between them seemed to be getting hotter and hotter.

Lan Qingya could only raise her head from the side and breathe from his shoulder.

She was also a little panicked about this unfamiliar feeling.

The cave echoed with the sound of running water and lapping against the shore.

Her heavy breathing sprayed into his ears, and Gong Yijue's whole body became increasingly stiff.

[Could it be that I have evil thoughts about my senior brother? Damn it! ]

Lan Qingya tried her best to calm herself down. She took a deep breath, but was afraid of being discovered by the Demon Lord, so she slowly moved back.

As he was adjusting his posture back and forth, his hand suddenly touched something.

She was stunned.

Gong Yijue couldn't help but let out a whimper.

Lan Qingya hurriedly covered his mouth, but the touch of his soft hands and lips made her even more imaginative.

He subconsciously hugged her tightly.

Almost at the same time, his voice was drowned out by the sharp cry of the female cultivator.

Lan Qingya breathed a sigh of relief, and the next moment she saw Gong Yijue's face was as red as the sunset after the rain, so gorgeous and stunning.

Gong Yijue, who was always steady and gentle, seemed so embarrassed and shy at this moment.

This is the first time she has seen Gong Yijue like this, and she actually feels that he...

Very tempting.

Lan Qingya looked away. She must be going crazy.

He actually looked at Senior Brother in such a way.

The female cultivator quieted down, and the Demon Lord didn't seem to notice them.

There was the sound of practicing Qi in the distance, followed by the sound of bones falling.

Lan Qingya felt a chill in her heart. That female cultivator, could she be dead?

That demon lord sucked away every last bit of her value.

The extremely ambiguous and charming atmosphere a moment ago disappeared in an instant, leaving only silence and coldness.

She and Gong Yi Jue looked at each other, and it was obvious that he was thinking the same thing as she was.

Lan Qingya pursed her lips, suppressing the anger in her heart.

The Demon Lord's teasing and lazy voice suddenly sounded.

"Have you seen enough? Why don't you come out?"

Lan Qingya sighed and looked at Gong Yijue.

They were discovered anyway.

Gong Yi Jue wanted to go out, but Lan Qingya stopped him and gestured to him.

The gist of it is that I'll go out and you'll find an opportunity to attack me.

Seeing Gong Yijue nod, Lan Qingya adjusted her expression and leaned forward.

She strolled leisurely across the rows of evil ghost walls and came in front of the demon king.

The man in front of him had beautiful features, and his handsomeness carried an indescribable evil charm.

A pair of almond-shaped eyes slanted into the temples, and when he glanced around, he always inadvertently revealed a sinister and cold look.

He was sitting cross-legged on the ground at this time, his clothes were disheveled, revealing his fair skin, which was extremely tempting.

He sat there motionless, like a perfect sculpture.

Yes, immortals want to punish evil and promote good, to shock the world, and they often appear in flawed and ugly appearances.

The demons want to seduce people's hearts and inspire desires, so naturally they all look like something that can confuse people and confuse their minds.

"Who are you?" the Demon Lord asked with interest.

He watched her walk out from a red cloud, her moon-white dress looking particularly cool and clean.

She is not less beautiful than the top beauties among the demons, which can be considered as a bit of favor from heaven and earth.

When she saw him, she was able to maintain her composure and remain calm, which showed that she had some self-control.

The Demon Lord narrowed his eyes slightly and showed some interest in her.