Living in the Bosom of the Demon Lord [Transmigration Book]

Thinking of the soft and weak body in the grove, the sweet and tantalizing fragrance, the bright red mole of tears, including the restlessness that was so hard to suppress but kept overflowing.

In the end, Lin Heng's memories were frozen on Yan Fengqing's arm full of knife marks.

It seems to understand something...

"Are you stuck?" Chu Qi pushed Lin Heng vigorously.

"Don't touch your feet!" Lin Heng staggered and almost fell after being pushed like this.

"What are you thinking, you look out of your mind." Chu Qi curled his lips and didn't feel that he was wrong: "Go, your father, I will take you to have some fun."

"Return your father?" Lin Heng lifted Chu Qi's hand on his shoulder, glanced at Chu Qi's baby face, and said contemptuously: "You look like this, and you are more or less a son."

"You have the nerve to talk about me, why don't you see what you look like?" Chu Qi rolled his eyes.

"I'm naturally tall, mighty and handsome!" Lin Heng said confidently.

In his previous life, he was a school grassroots, but he didn't understand when he was studying, he only knew how to study, and he regretted it when he got to work.

In his life, he hoped to find a soft girl to fall in love with.

A small blue light spot appeared in the midair, and slowly expanded into a dazzling blue halo, and a white paper crane flew out of it.

After the halo disappeared, the paper crane landed on Chu Qi's arm.

"Fuck, it's my dad, wait a minute, I'll go and see what's going on with his madness." Chu Qi grabbed the paper crane and ran out quickly to find a place where no one was around to listen to the message. Scolding, isn't it very embarrassing.

A gust of cool wind blew up and rolled up the dead leaves on the ground, a small bird flew over the head, pulled a pile of shit in front of Lin Heng, and landed on the dead leaves at his feet, almost hurting his own hair.

Isn't it kind of silly to just stand in an empty courtyard?But Chu Qi hasn't come back yet.

Lin Heng looked around, looked up, and decided to stay in a place with an eaves first, so as not to hurt his hair next time.

There was an empty house across the way.

"I'm here to collect blood for the head of the house." A man's voice came from the room.

Lin Heng stopped when he heard the sound.

If there are people inside, let's change the place.

"Don't touch me." Another cold voice came from the room.

This voice made Lin Heng stop.

It seemed to be Yan Fengqing's voice.

Unable to hold back his curiosity, Lin Heng turned around and tiptoed over, hiding behind the door...

Yan Fengqing looked at the man in front of him expressionlessly.

The man was dressed in black, with a stern face and a pair of stern eyes. He sneered and said, "You are nothing more than a medicine cauldron. Why are you pretending to be noble?"

Yan Fengqing's eyes visibly rippled, as if the ice surface was cracked, and he clenched his fists.

After half an hour.

"Hehe." Yan Fengqing chuckled twice, with a cold light in his eyes, he raised one corner of his mouth, and said slowly, "How did I come to Wanjianzong, do you need me to remind you?"

Hearing this, the man's expression changed drastically, as if recalling something terrible, he bit his lip and said unwillingly, "Then you take the blood yourself."

Yan Fengqing glanced at the man, and slowly loosened his clenched fist, then walked over and picked up the dagger that was wounded on the table.

He was going to cut his wrist horizontally, but a trace of hatred flashed in Yan Fengqing's eyes. He raised the dagger high and slashed his entire arm from top to bottom.

Blood spewed out, but Yan Fengqing seemed unconscious, watching the blood flow out gave him an inexplicable pleasure.

There seems to be a hint of sweetness in the smell of blood, and slowly the cold fragrance emerges, like a tender bud poking out of the soil, and then it starts to soar when it encounters sunshine and rain.

The whole room is occupied by Leng Xiang.

"It smells good, do you need me to help you?" The man smelled the fragrance and showed a lewd smile.

"Get lost." Yan Fengqing gave the man a cold look.

The man was not reconciled, but when he saw Yan Fengqing dressed in white, the image in his mind was stained red with blood...

In the forbidden area of ​​the Yan family, the seven-year-old Yan Fengqing was holding a long sword with a blank expression on his face.

The cold fragrance is overflowing, the sweet and greasy taste rushes straight to the brain, and the free smell of blood in the air has also become a part of stimulating desire.

Yan Fengqing's white clothes are like snow lotuses on the iceberg, elusive, the more pure white things are, the more they want to get dirty.

The man immediately held his breath and concentrated, and after he stabilized his mind, he said maliciously in his eyes: "I don't know how the medicine cauldron of the extremely yin body tastes."

The dagger flashed a cold light, and blood gushed out.

When the man came back to his senses, the tip of the knife had already entered the position of the heart, and an inch further forward would pierce the heart, and death would come as expected.

Yan Fengqing's hand holding the knife was too hard, his knuckles turned cold, and his eyes were full of murderous looks, which made the man tremble with fear.

"I... I'm sorry." The man chose to give in, otherwise he would be greeted by death. He would never forget what kind of person Yan Fengqing was, nor would he suspect that Yan Fengqing would kill him.

This man, who is more beautiful than a woman, is actually a murderous demon.

"Get out." Yan Fengqing uttered a word softly, and then pulled the dagger out of the man's chest.

The man clutched his wound, hurriedly took out a pill and swallowed it. After the blood stopped, he didn't dare to lift his head, and immediately picked up Yan Fengqing's blood and left.

Lin Heng, who was hiding behind the door, was dumbfounded.

It seems that something amazing has been discovered...

Didn't expect Yan Fengqing to be a medicine cauldron?

"Have you seen enough?" Yan Fengqing stood in the center of the room and turned around slowly, and said to where Lin Heng was.

His voice was hoarse.

"!!!" was spotted.

Now that Lin Heng was discovered, he didn't intend to hide. Now that he and Yan Fengqing are bound by the twin formation, Yan Fengqing will definitely not kill him.

"Hi, senior brother, it's me." Lin Heng trotted all the way to greet Yan Fengqing.

"Does it look good?" Yan Fengqing gave Lin Heng a cold look.

"No...not pretty." Lin Heng shook his head immediately.

Yan Fengqing definitely doesn't want to be mentioned that the future Demon Lord has such an unbearable past.

Accidentally being a witness of Yan Fengqing's unbearable history, will he be killed by Yan Fengqing in the future?Why can't I escape the fate of being skinned and dried...

Thinking that Lin Heng was in a bad mood here, he said weakly, "Brother, can you just pretend that I haven't been here before?"

Just after saying this, before he had the courage to look up at Yan Fengqing, Lin Heng felt a heat in his arms.

Taking a closer look, it was Yan Fengqing who was limp and weak.