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The Demon Lord acted irritable, mercilessly hitting his aching head from the hangover.

Damn it, I drank too much at the state banquet, and I actually drank fragments!

He didn't know what happened after he got drunk, anyway, there was someone lying on his side now, and it was still a man.

Gee!

Did he push this man, or did he climb up by himself?

Heh, if it's the second situation, then this man is really not afraid of death, he dared to have sex with a demon king with black thunder in his body.

Anyway, no matter what, this man was already killed by the black thunder in his body.

"Come here!" The Demon Lord put on a piece of clothing casually, sat on the side of the bed with his forehead, and shouted in a bad tone: "Find him anywhere and bury him!"

The maid trotted in hastily, and replied tremblingly, "Yes!"

"Bath!" Mojun ruffled his already messy hair irritably, and was about to walk out.

But at this moment, the maid suddenly screamed.Facing the terrifying eyes of the Demon Lord, she knelt down like a conditioned fire, pointed at the person on the bed with trembling fingers, and said, "He, he just moved!"

The Demon Lord's movements paused, his pupils trembled, and there was a little light in his eyes.

He pretended to be disgusted, and frowned: "Not dead? You step back and call the Ninth Elder immediately!"

The maid left, and the devil used magic to clean up the stickiness on his body, and sat back on the bed.

He turned the man over mercilessly, causing the man to snort uncomfortably.

It could be heard that the voice was very hoarse.

That person had snow-white hair, and his appearance was the most beautiful among the people the devil had ever seen.

The corners of his eyes were intoxicatingly red, his broken hair was wet with sweat, and stuck to his fair forehead indiscriminately, which made people think about it.

The Demon Lord's breathing couldn't help but stagnate, this person is actually more beautiful than all the beauties in his palace?

Then he should stay in his Taoyuan Palace.

The Demon Lord cleaned up this man with magic tricks, looked at that face, and thought, why didn't you die?Isn't Black Thunder going to kill you?

Or is it that nothing will happen to the person he has intercourse with - Elder Ninth is lying to him? !

The devil's eyes were dim and unclear: "You better have some secret of immortality."

He couldn't bear the price of the elder's betrayal.

The voice of the maid came: "Your Majesty, the Ninth Elder is here!"

After a stick of incense, Dr. Su withdrew his hand to take the pulse: "Slight fractures, injuries and burns, just take some pills and you'll be fine."

The Demon Lord stood with arms folded, his tone uncertain: "Elder Ninth should understand what I want to hear."

Dr. Su arched his hands and said, "Can I use Xuanguang?"

The Demon Lord threw the Xuanguang sword and sheath to the Ninth Elder: "Use it."

Dr. Su pulled out the Xuanguang sword, placed it beside the man, and said, "Please drive the Xuanguang with all your strength."

He moved his fingers, and the black blade of the mysterious light glowed faintly.

Elder Su shook his head: "It's not enough, please ask your majesty to try to break through the mysterious light."

The Demon Lord flicked his sleeves impatiently, and Xuanguang emitted a fierce light!

The next moment, the man also glowed slightly.

Seeing this, Elder Su smiled and said, "The strange power in this young master's meridians really echoes Xuan Guang. Xuan Guang can withstand the black thunder, so this young master can naturally withstand the black thunder."

Mo Jun stroked his chin, thoughtfully, and said: "In the future, he will be a member of this throne."

Elder Su was not surprised, but instead said: "Your Majesty, please pay attention, if this young master is broken, there may be no one who can stand the black thunder again."

Elder Su told Mojun a lot of precautions for men to have sex, and made Mojun pay special attention to preparations beforehand, so don't be like the first time.

The Demon Lord frowned: "..." He was unconscious at that time, so he didn't notice it.

After Elder Su went back, he also ordered someone to deliver a booklet to Mo Jun.

There is really everything in the booklet, and Mojun sighs that his Ninth Elder knows so much.

In the past few days, Mo Jun was a little puzzled - that person's health is too bad, why did he lie down for so long?

Ever since, the devil who solved the government affairs for a day was not practicing, but stepped into the west palace where the beauty lived.

As soon as he opened the door and entered, a teacup slammed over.

He brushed off the teacup casually, with a gloomy face: "What are you doing?"

The snow-haired man shrugged his shoulders: "Get lost!"

The Demon Lord frowned, feeling extremely upset - this was the first time someone told him to "get lost".

He strode to the bed, grabbed the snow-haired man's wrist with one hand: "Pay attention to your words!"

The snow-haired man stared at him stubbornly.

The Demon Lord snorted coldly: "What's your name?"

The snow-haired man didn't answer him.

The Demon Lord increased the strength in his hand: "Name."

The snow-haired man looked increasingly ugly, but he still didn't say a word.

The Demon Lord saw that pale pink lips turn white, and the man became like a snowflake, suddenly remembered Elder Su's words, and let go of his hands unhappily.

Suddenly thrown away and surrounded by oxygen, the snow-haired man coughed uncontrollably.

"You're really weak." The Demon Lord sneered, "How is your health?"

"It has nothing to do with you." The snow-haired man said stiffly.

"Heh." Mojun met his cold eyes and said jokingly, "Want to beat me up?"

The snow-haired man still had a cold face: "I think so."

It is rare for the Demon Lord to have a teasing thought: "You clearly want to kill me, an ant."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left the west hall regardless of how ugly the snow-haired man's face was.

Anbu, the devil's lord, stripped Mr. Xuefa's life experience completely.

Mr. Xuefa's surname is Kong Mingjin, the character is Jin, his parents died early, he was not welcomed by the clan, he suffered from stomach problems, and was sent to the Taoyuan Palace as a tribute beauty by the peacock's territory.As for the beauties in Taoyuan Palace, he has never moved.

The Demon Lord was in a rare good mood, but his mouth was still unforgiving:

"Heh, it's obviously a monster but it looks like a human being. It has a name and a character, and it's very particular."

Elder Su came to see the young master again. To Mo Jundao, Kong Zaijin's mental state is not very good. The wife of Elder Dai Yu is good at managing the spirit. Let her try it.

Demon Lord: "Elder Dai Yu and his wife?"

Elder Su: "Yes, it's a cat demon named Yu Xiaobai."

Mojun: "Then let her come. Kong Jin's body hasn't recovered yet?"

Elder Su cupped his hands: "Tomorrow night."

"Kong Zaijin's body is too weak, and he needs to rest for such a long time. Elder Su, is there any medicine to improve his physique?"

"Yes, but Mr. Kong also needs to exercise and practice hard."

The Demon King frowned: "He hasn't practiced yet?" So not seen by the clan?Not even training?

Tsk, those guys from the peacock tribe have been having a good time recently, it's time for him to issue some new decrees.

Doctor Su said: "It's not long since I started."

The Demon Lord thought about it, and it was time to give him some exercises.

Ever since, the Demon Lord inquired about his innate attributes in a roundabout way.

On the second day, the Mojun was in a surprisingly good mood. On the way to the West Palace, he ran into Yu Xiaobai, also known as Mrs. Dai Yu.

Mrs. Dai Yu is a slim and beautiful woman with white hair and blue eyes. Every step she takes reveals the cat's laziness, and the slightly raised corners of her eyes provoke the cat's wildness.

On behalf of Mrs. Yu, she greeted him and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Kong is in a good mood now."

The Demon Lord nodded slightly: "Yes."

He didn't know if Kong Zaijin was in a good mood or not, anyway, when they met him, they were all the same.

He stepped close to Kong Zaijin's room, seeing him staring at his portrait in a daze, he couldn't help laughing.

Hearing the voice, Kong Zaijin threw the portrait aside indifferently: "Is there something wrong with the Demon Lord?"

The light-colored beauty's lips opened and closed, which aroused the interest of the devil.He swept away the ball of paper in the dark corner, flipped his wide sleeves, and a ball of paper jumped out of his palm.

Kong Zaijin looked sarcastically.

He unfolded the ball of paper and took a look: Isn't this his portrait?It's just that there are quite a few ink splashes on it when Kong vented his anger.

Look at the many balls of paper in the corner: I really hate him.

He crumpled the paper up again and threw it back in the corner.Eyebrows darkened, he grabbed Kong Zaijin's wrist without saying a word, regardless of Kong Zaijin's struggle, he penetrated the magic power on his own, found out his physical condition, and handed him a elixir lips.

Kong Zai glanced at the pill, sneered, and turned his head away from taking it.

The Demon Lord said impatiently, "It's not poisonous."

He still doesn't eat.

The Demon Lord was going to laugh at him angrily.Pressing the elixir under his tongue, he pulled the man's porcelain-skinned chin, stamped on the bewitchingly beautiful lips, and delivered the elixir.

After letting go, he said casually: "You can throw up as much as you want, I don't mind feeding you again. I have a lot of time today, so I can spend it with you slowly."

Kong Zaijin clenched his fists tightly and swallowed the pill.

Seeing that he was still obedient, the temperature in Mojun's eyes unconsciously warmed a little, but his tone was still stiff: "There will be exercises coming soon, remember to read."

Between the bed and the curtain, Kong Zaijin's fierce resistance was useless under the absolute suppression of the demon king.

The Demon Lord watched him wriggling and struggling amusedly, and said, "Have you read the exercises I gave you?"

Kong Zaijin didn't struggle anymore, maybe he was tired, maybe he knew that the man on his body wanted to see him struggling, or maybe he knew that his struggle was fruitless.

The eyes he looked at the Demon Lord were extremely cold, and he could still do this kind of struggle.

Mojun felt the struggle under him stopped, and a look of disdain flashed across his eyes, but seeing Kong Zaijin's blade-like eyes, he suddenly got a little irritable.

Pressing his hands with one hand, stroking his neck with the other, he spoke quickly: "Don't want to live anymore? Answer my question."

Kong Zaijin closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Look."

The devil's irritable mood improved: "Will it work? Try it." Zai Kong loosened his hand on Zaijin's neck.

Facing the fear of his life, Kong Zaijin practiced the exercises obediently, and his body became hot.

"It's obedient." The Demon Lord stuffed a pill in Kong Zaijin's mouth in the next second, "Swallow it."

Kong Zaijin gritted his teeth, but swallowed it anyway.

He made sure that Kong Zaijin was in excellent physical condition before starting the foreplay.

However, in Jinjin's eyes, Kong is just a cold spring.

It was terribly cold.

Impatient, he slammed down the wall.The Demon Lord smashed the wall again and made a move without hesitation, and the wall trembled three times in fear.

Kong Zaijin's face turned pale in an instant, but he gritted his teeth tightly and remained silent.He chose to close his eyes.

After three months like this, Kong Zaijin kept his eyes closed in every situation, and didn't seem to resist if he didn't look at him.The Demon Lord once tried not to suppress his hand, but in the next second, Kong Zaijin took out a knife out of nowhere and wiped his throat.

Of course, he won't succeed.

Because of that knife, even the defense of the demon king's body couldn't be broken.

Each assassination can end Kong Zaijin's life, but the devil doesn't care about Kong Zaijin's assassination, so he didn't say that he would take Kong Zaijin's life.

If one day, Kong Zaijin can really kill himself... Mojun's mouth curled up: that's his ability.

Mojun thought about it again, and became unhappy again: Why does that guy Kong Zaijin always close his eyes!

Finally, one time, the demon slammed into the wall again, and the wall could no longer withstand the demon's persecution. Although it didn't fall down, it split from the middle.

About to fall.The Demon Lord's voice was harsh: "Open your eyes!"

Kong Zaijin refused to listen.

The Demon Lord smashed it again with all his strength, not only the wall was broken, but the entire Taoyuan Palace trembled three times.

The house is completely in ruins.

Kong Zaijin opened his eyes, cold as a broken wall: "You are crazy!"

The demon king finished venting his anger and felt better.

He picked up Kong Zaijin, put on some clothes casually, and went to his bedroom.

The clothes can barely cover the two of them, as long as Kong Zaijin struggles, the two big men will be performance artists under the moon.

This night, Kong Zaijin opened his eyes, but those eyes were extremely cold and full of hatred.

It is better than the poison of poisonous wine and the cold of the ice cave.

The more the devil looked at it, the more irritable he felt, but his actions were not rude.

He couldn't help but move lightly, as if he was afraid of breaking something.

Because Kong Zaijin's house was knocked down by him, he let Kong Zaijin move to the side hall, and also sent clothes and several plates of pastries to the side hall.

Although Kong Zaijin only took a bite of the pastry, he poured it over.

Dai Yu's wife came every day, so that Kong Zaijin's mental state was still normal.

A few months later, when the demon king was about to enter the side hall, Mrs. Dai Yu called to stop him, and Fu said behind him: "Your Majesty, Mr. Kong seems to want to trouble you to be gentle and slow."

The devil thinks that he is so tired that he can't straighten up and can only let himself deal with the matter afterwards, as if he is extremely dependent on himself, so he can't help but smile: "Got it."

Mrs. Dai Yu was taken aback for a moment, and said, "Your Majesty, you seem to be... a little gentler?"

The Demon Lord frowned: "What did you say?"

Madam Dai Yu hurriedly said: "It's nothing, the concubine will retire first."

The devil thought, what kind of gentleness, how gentle is he, even he himself knows that he is very irritable.

The enthronement thunder calamity changed his temperament.

Near the bed, he saw Kong Zaijin with his snow hair loose, standing in front of the window like a mountain god in the snow.

When he heard the movement, he turned around, those moist eyes stared at him, and after a while, he looked away again.

His voice is like a trickling stream in a deep mountain forest, neither rush nor slow, clear and melodious.He said softly, "Monarch."

Mo Jun felt himself getting irritable again.

He wanted to tear up the clothes as before, but Mrs. Dai Yu's words kept echoing in his mind.

Well, take it easy.

He slowly came in front of Kong Zaijin, made an exception and took off his clothes, then carried him to the bed instead of pushing him to the bed.

The movement of his hug was unusually tender and jerky.

The Demon Lord didn't suppress his hands, and he didn't kill the Demon Lord with anything. He just closed his eyes and waited numbly for the man to vent.

The Demon Lord didn't know why, but with a move in his heart, he made an exception again.

He bowed his head, bit Kong Zaijin's Adam's apple, and rescued him from numbness extremely patiently.

Tonight, the evening wind in Taoyuan Hall is very gentle, swaying the snow-covered plums outside the bedroom.

It was the devil's favorite plum tree.

The Taoyuan Palace is "not worthy of the name", no peach trees are planted, but pink petals float in the middle of the night where no one knows.

The night is beautiful, the silver moon is cloudy, and the white jade is dyed crimson.

Slowly, a year passed, and the ministers all sighed from time to time, what happened to the devil, why did he become mild-tempered?

But before they had time to express their feelings for a long time, they were hit by a giant bomb-bomb from the Demon Lord and couldn't find their way.

The Demon Lord said that he wanted to make Kong Zaijin, who was sent by the Peacock Fiefdom, to be the Queen of the Demon!

Who would agree?

After a peacock demon who can only open her screen but not get pregnant becomes a demon queen, is she going to be the next demon king? !

All ministers and elders are against it.

This time the Demon Lord's face was extremely dark, and his irritable temper actually had a tendency to repeat itself!

At this time, a minister wisely said that he could make a concubine first, and said that a concubine can also be regarded as the wife of the devil.

The devil twitched his lips and named the man "Concubine Jin".

After today's court meeting, the Demon Lord went to the kitchen.He secretly researched it for seven days and simmered it slowly for two hours before he finally cooked a small pot of soup.

He tried the soup, and a smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth: Sure enough, he added Lingqing Ye, the taste is just different.

It seems that the pseudonym Hongguang, the years of experience in the peacock fiefdom are not useless - at least he found the spirit green leaf that can improve the taste of food.

Buqing who was called to watch the fire from the side: "...Your Majesty, is it really you who cook?!"

The Demon Lord didn't even look at him, he scooped up a bowl of soup and said, "Any comments?"

Buqing's eyes glowed: "After Junshang's experience, I haven't tasted Junshang's handicraft for a long time."

Demon Lord: "Oh."

Buqing had no choice but to express: "Your Majesty, look... you have three bowls here, why don't you give one bowl to your subordinates?"

The Demon Lord finally glanced at him, and said: "Go back to sleep before you wake up, one bowl for Concubine Jin, one bowl for Concubine Jin, and one bowl for him."

Buqing sniffed, but was still struggling: "Your Majesty, your subordinates have been drinking the soup for the past seven days, and those are delicious. Your successful product, I will definitely not share it with your good friends who have been with you for many years Well?"

The Demon Lord held the soup carefully, and said, "It doesn't matter."

Buqing had no choice but to reluctantly stare at Mojun carrying the soup and walking away.

After thinking for a while, Mojun still called a maid over and asked her to bring the soup, so as to prove that he had nothing to do with the soup.

The maid took the smelly and inedible soup, and followed Mo Jun into the side hall of Concubine Jin without love.

The Demon King brought a bowl of soup, approached Kong Zaijin, and said, "Today, the kitchen has chicken soup, Concubine Jin, try it?"

Kong Zaijin stood by the window, lowered his eyes and said: "You made me a concubine today?"

Mo Jun handed Tang Xianbao forward: "That's right."

"Who is Concubine Jin? Who is your concubine?!"

Kong Zaijin knocked over the hot chicken soup with his tightly clenched fist.Before the Demon Lord could react, he punched the Demon Lord hard on the side of the face, and shouted hysterically: "Don't eat! Get out! Don't touch me!!"

The Demon Lord froze in place, his eyes gradually turned cold, and finally he just ordered: "Help Concubine Jin deal with the burn." After speaking, he passed by the maid and gritted his teeth: "Pour out the soup."

Damn it, he is the devil, why did he cook to please Kong Zaijin? !

He stopped in a daze, and finally just returned to the kitchen silently.

By the way, his concubine Jin has a stomach problem, and he wants to help him recuperate.

Seeing him, Buqing's eyes lit up: "Your Majesty, your conscience has found out? Where's Tang?"

The Demon Lord said indifferently: "He won't drink, I poured it."

Buqing was taken aback, and silently patted him on the shoulder.

Mojun sat in a daze in the kitchen where the smell of chicken soup was still wafting, and asked himself: Why would I please him?

After that day, the Demon Lord hid from Kong Zaijin for a few days.

In fact, he understood that he didn't need to hide, because Kong Zaijin would not take the initiative to find him.

So, he looked for Buqing: "Drink a bar, I haven't had a drink for a long time."

Buqing sighed: "Drink, brother will accompany you."

The devil smiled and opened the wine jar, and the two each hugged a jar and drank.

After drinking, Mo Jun couldn't control his mouth, and said: "I actually understand that based on what I did at the beginning, he must hate me."

Buqing sighed, patted the demon king who had a normal capacity for alcohol and insisted on drinking old wine, and said: "Then you try to build a good relationship with him. For example, giving gifts, such as dating. The two meet often, maybe Is that enough?"

Mojun shook off his hand and said: "Get out, I don't know you yet, you are also a bachelor."

Buqing sighed exaggeratedly, and jokingly said: "I chose this line of work, so I won't implicate any girl. But you are different. My mission is to make the devil happy and healthy."

The Demon Lord said: "Actually, you have a girl you like."

Buqing paused while drinking, and said: "Your Majesty, let's talk about you, it's boring to talk about me."

The Demon Lord said again: "You pushed her to your brother."

Buqing pondered for a moment, and said: "Your Majesty, Bubo is your personal guard captain, and I have an aboveboard status. And I... well, I can't talk about me anymore, let me tell you, I have never regretted being your secret guard. If you say that again, we will break up!"

Hearing that his tone was getting more and more serious, Mojun knew that he was trying to relieve the atmosphere, so he said very cooperatively: "Okay, then let's drink, just drink."

The next day, when he woke up, he found himself lying in the side hall neatly dressed, and Kong Zaijin was beside him.

He looked around and there seemed to be nothing damaged.

He wasn't drunk.

Since becoming the throne, his temperament has changed drastically because of Hei Lei, and every time he drinks, he has to smash around.

The advantage of being gentler is that maybe it won't smash Kong Zaijin's side hall?Or how to treat people after they are no longer drunk?

Tucking the corner of the quilt for Kong Zaijin, a good morning kiss: "Morning."

He walked away quietly.

He sighed while walking, Buqing was right, take your time.