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Lu Qingling woke up from a coma, feeling as if the spiritual veins in her body had been carefully sorted out.In a trance, he felt that something was missing, and when he probed his lower abdomen, there was no movement from the magic fetus.

Lu Qingling frowned, trying to send spiritual power to the magic tire, but it couldn't absorb it at all!

Lu Qingling had an ominous premonition in his heart, and was about to check again, but heard someone shouting "Master" outside——

Upon hearing this voice, Lu Qingling knew that it was Zhaoming and the others who had come, and that Zhaoming was also injured.

Lu Qingling got up and left the Immortal Mansion, only to see that most of the flowers and trees in Wangyou Mountain had been destroyed, Zhao Ming turned into his original form and fell to the side, Xie Rin also fell to the ground, His Majesty the Demon Lord's fatal blow was hitting him!

Lu Qingling jumped forward, brought Xie Rin to Zhaoming's side at the critical moment, protected the two disciples, and turned to look at His Majesty the Demon Lord with a sinister and terrifying expression.

He didn't understand why His Majesty the Demon King had to kill Zhaoming and Xie Lin, since Zhaoming and Xie Lin's strengths were weak, and they would never threaten his great cause of unifying Jiuyou and Jiuchongtian.

His Majesty the Demon Lord's blow missed, and destroyed the flowers and trees that had grown for hundreds of years in Wangyou Mountain.

Just now, when he used his spiritual power out of desperation, Lu Qingling felt that his limbs and bones were eaten by insects, which was a symptom of the devil's energy invading his body.

At this moment, Lu Qingling was sure that His Majesty the Demon Lord had tampered with his spiritual veins. From then on, if he used his spiritual power again, he would have to taste the pain of being devoured by thousands of insects.

He won't kill him, he wants him to live a life worse than death.

Lu Qingling looked at His Majesty the Demon Lord with a fierce face, wondering if he should ask His Majesty the Demon Lord to let Zhao Ming and Xie Rin go, he was afraid that it would backfire if he spoke.

His head was a little blank, he simply closed his eyes and quietly stood in front of Zhao Ming and Xie Lin.

His Majesty the Demon Lord suddenly understood what Lu Qingling meant. Lu Qingling was the two disciples who would rather die than protect him!

Anger and unwillingness gnawed at His Majesty's remaining sanity, his eyes turned red, and he stepped forward and pulled Lu Qingling into his arms.

Zhaoming and Xie Lin shouted together: "Master!"

His Majesty the Demon Lord waved his sleeves, coldly flung them away, hugged Lu Qingling into the Immortal Mansion, and set a restriction to prevent everyone from entering.

Venerable Yaoxian rushed over upon hearing the news, glanced at the closed door of the Immortal Mansion, sighed, and left Zhao Ming and Xie Lin who were seriously injured.

In the Immortal Mansion, Lu Qingling opened her eyes in a daze, looking at the person who was hugging her tightly.

Even though he was almost crazy, he still just hugged him tightly.

The time suddenly returned to 1000 years ago, when they were ordered to go out to eliminate demons, they were in danger. He crazily slaughtered all the demons in Mangu, stained his whole body with bright red blood, but hugged him tightly and carefully.

He manifested a demon body to save him, but in the end he was knocked down to Jiuyou by his palm——

Since then, there has been no younger brother of his in the world, only Jiuyou Demon Lord who has a life-and-death enmity with him and hates him to the bone.

Lu Qingling felt that ten thousand insects devouring the body was not as painful as the pain in the heart, and the fishy and sweet surges in his throat were suppressed by him.His thoughts gradually blurred, but his hands subconsciously clenched the lapel of the person in front of him, and he shouted in a daze: "Rong Jun..."

Hearing Lu Qingling's soft and low cry, the redness in His Majesty's eyes gradually faded, replaced by infinite anger and helplessness.

The person in his arms will always know how to make him soft-hearted, and always know where to give him a knife can kill him.

His Majesty the Mojun clasped Lu Qingling's wrist, and said in a cold voice: "Senior brother, pretending to be pitiful won't do any good, and don't try to use the friendship you had back then to get away with it—don't forget, you already used it last time. You should pay me back, and I will not ask for anything less."

Lu Qingling closed her eyes drowsily.

His Majesty the Demon Lord let go of his hand, turned around and walked away.

A few days later, the ghost doctor came to bring medicine to Lu Qingling, saying that His Majesty the Demon Lord had collected all kinds of medicines from all over the world to recuperate his body, and now he went to the beast's nest to get a medicine.

Lu Qingling listened quietly, and when the ghost doctor finished speaking, he put his hand on the devil's tire that had not moved for two days, and asked slowly: "...Is he going to kill this child?"

The prohibition on the magic tire was set by His Majesty the devil. Now he can't communicate with the magic tire, and he can't send spiritual power to the magic tire. He doesn't know if the magic tire is still alive.

The ghost doctor's expression changed when he heard that Lu Qingling brought up the "fairy fetus" on his own initiative.This is the last thing he dares to mention right now, for fear of offending His Majesty the Demon Lord.

The ghost doctor sighed and said, "Don't even think about it, Xianjun, His Majesty will not allow you to keep it."

Lu Qingling looked at the pitch-black medicinal soup brought by the ghost doctor, refused to drink it, and asked the ghost doctor to take it back.

Such a few days, the ghost doctor was heartbroken, and the best elixir was wasted!

The ghost doctor could only bite the bullet and go to His Majesty the Demon Lord, and tell His Majesty the Demon Lord what Lu Qingling meant: Don't let the "fairy fetus" stay, it's useless if you find the elixir, he won't drink it!

His Majesty the Mojun found Lu Qingling who was sitting in the library reading a book in a rage.

The sunset on Wangyou Mountain is beautiful, and sitting in front of the wide window of the library can just enjoy the warm afterglow. Lu Qingling just sat there quietly, looking docile and harmless.He was holding a book in his hand, but his eyes did not fall on the book, and he lost his mind for some reason.

"You gave up earlier," His Majesty the Demon Lord broke the silence with a cold voice, "I will never let you keep the bastard in your stomach!"

Lu Qingling was startled, and raised his head to look at His Majesty the Demon Lord standing in the sunset.

His Majesty the Mojun looked at Lu Qingling who was getting thinner and thinner, and leaned forward to kiss his cold lips, asking for a kiss that was as fierce as a knife and not lingering.

Lu Qingling sank into the armchair, and could only obediently accept the angry demands of the person on her back.

It was obvious that Lu Qingling was in his arms, and it was obvious that Lu Qingling couldn't escape no matter whether he was in the world or not, but His Majesty the Demon Lord still felt that this person whom he loved and hated so much would disappear at any time.

Thinking that Lu Qingling would not even take his own life for that little bastard, His Majesty the Demon King was so jealous that he was going crazy.

It turns out that it's not that Lu Qingling has no heart, it's just that he will never give his heart to him.

His Majesty the Demon Lord kissed the corner of Lu Qingling's lips, but what he said was an extremely cold threat: "You can keep this wild species, if you keep it for a day, I will slaughter a sect. Didn't you always protect Jiuzhong? Is the sky your responsibility? This time, are you going to protect this bastard, or Jiuchongtian?"

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