The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

It's not that Rong Ling is so sensitive to this, but the bloody smell on the other party's body is really hard to cover up.

Unexpectedly, the demon king in front of him acted as if he didn't hear what she said: "Is the god so concerned about people who have nothing to do with me?"

Rong Ling frowned slightly, she didn't understand why she had only met the demon king twice, so she had to provoke herself several times.

Rong Ling turned his head, raised his eyes to look at the other party, and said bluntly in his tone: "Your Highness is the ruler of the demon world. If you are injured, it is not a good thing for the six realms. I should care about it."

Immediately afterwards, she changed the subject again: "However, according to His Highness, it seems that this matter has nothing to do with me, and the deity does not need to bother."

After all, Rong Ling pulled away and wanted to leave. Unexpectedly, the other party's palm clasped her wrist tighter, as if afraid of her disappearing: "This king really needs treatment."

Rong Ling narrowed his eyes, not understanding what she meant.

Immediately, the other party's hoarse voice sounded again: "I heard that the god is a disciple of Jiuhuafeng, so he should be able to heal?"

It's true that Jiuhuafeng disciples practice healing skills, but Rong Ling didn't expect the king of the demon world to know so clearly about the sect's affairs. After thinking for a moment, Rong Ling decided to treat her.

After all, tomorrow is the celebration, and at this time, as the master of the demon world,? Her clothes are stained with blood,? In such a state, it must be inconvenient to attend.

The more important reason is that Rong Ling came here this time, besides participating in the celebration on behalf of Jiuhuafeng, he also had something to ask for, so it would be easier to speak up first.

So after a while, the two of them were together in the demon king's bedroom.

The room between the curtains of the bed was illuminated by the night pearl, and the originally cold light was inexplicably warmer through the light veil.

As women, even though they were sitting on the same bed, Rong Ling didn't notice anything wrong, and calmly sat opposite the Demon King: "Your Highness, don't you like being touched?"

"No..." The other party replied very quickly, and seemed to purse his lips annoyed because his reaction was too positive.

"That's good..." Rong Ling took the demon king's hand without realizing it.

Rong Ling's movements were extremely gentle, holding the opponent's hand in his palm, conveying spiritual power little by little.

Following the meridians, the spiritual energy caressed the demon king's skin inch by inch, and the injured body, like a dead tree that had encountered the rain, was rejuvenated.

There was a trace of coolness in her fingertips, and it was inevitable that she would rub against the back of the opponent's hand unintentionally when transmitting spiritual power.

The demon king's eyes darkened under the mask, but he still couldn't restrain his backhand and interlocked Rong Ling's fingers, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why should the god be so cautious, wouldn't it be more convenient to act like this?"

Her finger joints are distinct, obviously injured, but they are as hot as a ball of fire, wrapping Rong Ling's hand tightly and seamlessly.

Rong Ling was a little surprised, she didn't expect her to be so clear about the details of the treatment.

It's just that at first Rong Ling thought that he had only known this demon king for two days, so it was inconvenient to be so kind. Seeing that she has no grievances at the moment, she doesn't have to hold back, just let others hold her hand, close her eyes and continue to send spiritual power .

Rong Ling was so focused on healing the demon king that he didn't realize that the person being healed was staring at him almost without blinking.

For decades, Rong Ling has not changed at all, and the snow lotus on the top of the mountain is so unattainable that one can't help but want to defile it, want to fold this lotus down and play with it in his hands.

The demon king's eyes were dim, and he held her hand even tighter.

Time passed bit by bit, and when Rong Ling felt that the treatment was almost done, she opened her eyes, her eyes were still clear: "Okay, Your Highness can rest and recuperate, remember that during the recuperation period, you should not use spells at will, or Don't drink."

She could smell the slight aroma of wine in this hall, thinking that the Demon King has a habit of drinking alcohol, so she specially reminded her.

The corners of the other party's lips curled slightly, with some inexplicable meaning: "Thank you, God, for reminding me."

"Your Highness, you are welcome." Anyway, Rong Ling simply took out the congratulatory gift he had prepared from the storage bracelet, "The congratulatory gift from the previous sect has been collected by the waiter, and this is a meeting gift specially prepared for His Highness. I hope His Highness will accept it with a smile."

What she held out from her palm was a square sandalwood box, a lacquered red box with exquisitely carved patterns.

The demon king took it, opened it, and found a light blue lingxiao flower inside.

Ling Xiaohua is the unique spirit of Jiuhua Peak. It grows in the ice and snow on the top of Jiuhua Peak. It takes hundreds of years to produce one flower. Taking it can make carrion flesh grow into muscle, and white hair rejuvenate. Rescuing people is a priceless good thing in the cultivation world.

Unexpectedly, Rong Ling sent it out without blinking, and the demon king raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is it true that the god is just using this as a congratulatory gift?"

Now that she asked, Rong Ling didn't have to hide it anymore: "Your Highness doesn't know something, I came here this time to trouble Your Highness with something."

Rong Ling heard the other party chuckle like a sarcasm before opening his mouth: "So, I don't know what the god is talking about, but I, a little demon king, can be used?"

Rong Ling is used to the thorns in the demon king's words, so it's just her temperament: "More than ten years ago, I accidentally left a disciple at Wushan, but I haven't found it yet. Your Highness is the leader of the demon world. The demon is sent by you, I wonder if you can ask His Highness to help me keep track of this disciple."

After she said the reason, the other party suddenly became silent and did not respond for a moment.

"Your Highness?" Until Rong Ling couldn't hold back anymore, he reminded him aloud.

The other party seemed to come back to his senses: "It turns out that the god still has a disciple."

"Exactly..." Rong Ling nodded, "If His Highness can help you, I will definitely remember your great kindness and virtue, and if you can use me in the future..."

"Shen Zun is so capable." Unexpectedly, the other party interrupted Rong Ling's voice suddenly, "How did you leave her behind?"

Rong Ling's eyes darkened, and she didn't want to say much at first, but she couldn't help but said to the demon king's question, "This is all my fault... I was too confident that I could protect her well, but Go back on your word and get fat."

After a long silence, the demon king smiled, but he couldn't hide his coldness: "The god has boundless mana, so why can't he protect the person he wants to protect? Presumably that disciple is incompetent and dragged you down. Useless disciple, don't worry about it."

"Your Highness the Demon King speak carefully." Rong Ling, who was still being polite to her, suddenly changed his expression, his brows twitched slightly, and his originally calm tone became a little colder, "Since I am a teacher, I should take care of my disciples, how can I shirk that?" Self-responsibility?"

Teacher?

What Xie Qingwan hates the most is her calm and dignified appearance.

In Rong Ling's eyes, she was always just a disciple, but Xie Qingwan didn't want her to get what she wanted, and she even had a bad thought in her mind: "Oh? I didn't expect the god to see this disciple very well." So tight."

She closed the wooden dowry containing the Lingxiao flower with a snap, and handed it back to Rong Ling: "It's a pity that although this flower is good, if you want to send this king, ordinary things may not be enough."

Rong Ling also didn't expect the Demon King to suddenly open his mouth like a lion: "I don't know what your Highness wants?"

"If the king's condition is—" the demon king's words paused, and he leaned forward a little closer, so close that Rong Ling could almost see his own reflection in her dark pupils, "Have a good time with a beautiful woman, God Would you be willing?"

Rong Ling was stunned for a moment before realizing that she was... begging for sex with him?

Rong Ling thought that there was nothing attractive about him, and he was able to fascinate the Demon King in just two days: "Your Highness, please don't joke..."

"Is this king joking, the gods will know if they try it?"

As he said that, the other party's soft and boneless hand had already rested on Rong Ling's shoulder. Through the thin gauze, Rong Ling could feel her hot palm caressing his skin intentionally or unintentionally, as if teasing.

Subconsciously, Rong Ling turned sideways to avoid her hand that was about to slip behind her shoulder, and said seriously, "Your Highness, please respect yourself."

"Self-respect?" The demon king seemed to have heard something funny, "I am a demon, do you want a demon to be self-respecting?"

It was only then that Rong Ling realized that he really shouldn't look at the demon with the eyes of a monk, let alone the other party is the demon king.

The so-called monsters are unrestrained, and they never stick to trifles. In this way, it is not unreasonable for the demon king to want to sleep with him on a whim, maybe he just wants to try it.

While Rong Ling was thinking, the demon king leaned closer and stared at Rong Ling's jade-like face without blinking: "The god doesn't want it? It seems that the disciple's status in your heart is nothing more than that." , this king said long ago, she is just a useless disciple, what use is she for?"

Having gotten used to her yin and yang aura for a long time, Rong Ling weighed both, and finally said: "Your Highness...doesn't have any strange hobbies in bed?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the temperature in the air suddenly dropped, as if frozen by something, and fell into a deathly silence.

Even though the other party was wearing a mask, Rong Ling could feel that the Demon King sitting opposite seemed to be in an extremely uneasy mood, as if he had hit rock bottom.

She pursed her lips tightly, and looked at Rong Ling coldly in her eyes: "Would it be true that no matter who this deity is, as long as you make this request with the deity, you will agree?"

The demon king was really strange, Rong Ling frowned slightly, she didn't understand why she looked unhappy no matter whether she agreed or not.

What's more, it's just a sleep, and it's over after a while, and there will be no loss of meat, so there's nothing to worry about.

Rong Ling really wanted to find Xie Qingwan.

If you want to see people in life, you want to see a dead body in death. If you don't find her, you will not be able to sleep peacefully for a day.

Therefore, even with such an outrageous condition, she agreed after thinking about it for a while.

Unexpectedly, for some reason, the demon king lost his temper again, Rong Ling felt a little helpless: "If Your Highness doesn't want to...uh..."

Before she finished speaking, her lips were tightly blocked.

Like venting anger, this sudden kiss was brutal and powerful, prying open her lips and teeth, forcing Rong Ling to lean back, but she was pressed tightly against the back of her head with one hand, there was no way out, she could only bear it. share.

The lips were gnawed crazily, bringing pain that was hard to ignore. Rong Ling couldn't help frowning. He wanted to push the person away, but the other side turned his head to deepen the kiss.

The air in my mind was suddenly occupied by something, which made people feel dazed.

While the world was spinning, Rong Ling had already been pressed down between the soft bedding, and he could still feel the cold mask of the Demon King pressing against the skin of his side cheek.

"If this king doesn't want to, you have to go to someone else, right?" The demon king seemed to be gnashing his teeth, and clasped Rong Ling's neck with his palm down, "Don't even think about it!"

It's really wrong!

Even though Rong Ling has been cultivating himself all these years, he has long since lost his temper. Hearing her inexplicable remarks, he still burst into anger, and stretched out his hand to push the person: "Get out of the way..."

The demon king was caught off guard for a while, but she really pushed her straight.

Rong Ling rolled over and sat up, and was about to leave when something caught her ankle suddenly.

She looked down, and it turned out to be a vine as thick as a wrist but extremely soft, wrapping round and round around Rong Ling's bare ankle under the hem of her skirt.

And the other end of the vine is hidden in the sleeve of the demon king.

Rong Ling's face turned completely cold: "What does this mean, Your Highness?"

As she spoke, she condensed her sword energy and wanted to chop it off.

However, as if the other party had guessed what she was going to do next, with a light tug on her wrist, Rong Ling lost his balance and fell back again.

Before she could struggle, the demon king came over again, pressed Rong Ling's hands to the top of his head, and quickly tied them with vines: "Does this king have any strange hobbies? The god will know if you try it." .”

Although Rong Ling didn't understand what she meant by her words, she could clearly feel that the vines that were originally clinging to her ankles seemed to be growing and climbing up along the skin.

The vines were wet and sticky, and the feeling of sticking to the skin was unpleasant, Rong Ling couldn't stop his trembling voice: "What do you want to do?"

"Why should the god be afraid?" The demon king raised his lips, and affectionately pulled the hair from Rong Ling's ears behind his ears, "Don't worry, I will make you happy."

Go fuck happy!

Rong Ling was about to swear, but the words he said were broken into pieces, and were quickly swallowed by the other party's movements jerky little by little.

As if sensing this unique atmosphere, the bed curtains hung down layer by layer, covering the two of them in the haze.

Light rain began to fall outside the window, and the seeds that had been hidden in the soil broke through the soil and began to germinate.

The land nourished by rain and dew is soft and moist, and the tender green shoots push it open almost effortlessly, and green leaves bloom tremblingly from the top of the shoots, full of vitality.

Rong Ling bit the corner of the soft pillow, unwilling to listen to the strange voice he was making, but the corners of his eyes were red as if rouged, and the eyes were misty, gradually losing their clarity.

"Why is the god so cautious?" The demon king said the same as when he was treated before, but his movements were no longer polite. He put his index finger and middle finger together, and opened Rong Lingyanhong's lips, "If I bite the skin, I will feel distressed .”

Not only did Rong Ling's eyes and lips turn red, but what he could see with the naked eye was white and pink, and even his fingernails were translucent pink, and his five fingers pinched the quilt tightly, as if he was restraining something.

Her strength seemed to be sucked away for some reason, she could clearly feel the opponent's finger protruding into her lips, but the strength of biting down was like scratching an itch, and it couldn't hurt the opponent at all.

On the contrary, Xie Qingwan squinted his eyes happily: "It's really greedy..."

It seemed to be talking about biting her finger, but it seemed to be talking about something else.

From the beginning to the end, Xie Qingwan's clothes were neat and not messy, and he could even move with ease.

On the other hand, Rong Ling was defeated and became a man-made fish on the chopping board.

It's not that she didn't think about resisting, it's just that the demon king didn't know where to learn the sorcery, and even as a god, she was powerless to fight back.

Rong Ling was even sure that if the other party wanted her own life, she might not have a slight chance of winning.

But of course Xie Qingwan didn't want her life, she just wanted Rong Ling to be bullied to death like this, and her heart was very happy, as if the empty corners in her heart from beginning to end were finally filled.

Seeing a noble and unyielding snow lotus soften under her hands, forced to burst into tears, what could be more satisfying in the world?

The snow lotus in the palm is a coquettish attitude that has never been shown in front of others. It is a bit enchanting in the cold, and it turns into a charming lotus. It was not until this time that Xie Qingwan understood why there would be "the king will not go to court early" in the mortal world. This kind of verse.

Fortunately, there is no such tradition in the demon world, let alone dawn, and it can continue unscrupulously.

When Rong Ling fell into a drowsy sleep, he could still feel that he was like a small boat bumping in the huge waves, never able to stop.

When she opened her eyes again, there was a big red tent above her head.

Strange, why is it this color?

She was puzzled, and as soon as she turned over, she couldn't help but gasped.

Not only was his waist sore and his legs ached, Rong Ling felt that every inch of his skin and bones seemed to be dismantled and put together again, and it was extremely heavy.

After all, last night was her first time with this body, and the Demon King refused to show mercy at all, as if he wanted to destroy her abruptly, so it would be strange not to leave any traces.

Just when the unbearable scenes of last night appeared in Rong Ling's mind, the slender waist covered under the silk quilt was suddenly embraced behind him, and he exhaled in her ear: "What is the god thinking?"

As soon as the demon king approached, the memory of his body made Rong Ling subconsciously want to hide, but the other party refused to let him go: "The god is going to run away now? I haven't fulfilled the promise you and I made yesterday."

The author has something to say: Rong Ling: I don’t need it, I’m leaving.

I was a little bit stuck when writing this chapter, and try to write the rest before twelve o'clock.