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

Lin Heng looked at the head that rolled twice on the ground, his whole body trembled, and he regained his senses in fright.

Sure enough, there is no need to worry, Yan Fengqing is so cruel, even after the corrosion of the blood sword, he can still be intact, it is just a blood-filled formation, what else can he do?

But... this formation was reversed by Yan Fengqing?

Looking up at the formation covered with pieces of meat again, Lin Heng felt nauseous.

"Ouch—" Lin Heng couldn't hold back, and threw up all over the floor.

At this moment, Yan Fengqing's eyes darkened, the emotions in his heart could not be vented, and the temperature in the entire cave dropped suddenly when he raised his hand.

Hoarfrost quickly covered the stone wall, and the cold air ran from the soles of the feet all over the body. Lin Heng was so cold that he forgot to vomit.

"Tut tsk tsk..." Yan Qingheng smiled disdainfully: "You will scare this silly rabbit, after all..."

Before he finished speaking, ice thorns all over the sky flew towards Yan Qingheng's face rapidly.

A wall of fire suddenly appeared, blocking the attack of the ice thorns.

Yan Fengqing's eyes changed, and countless icicles crazily rushed towards the wall of fire.

"You really are a silly brother, now that your golden core is broken, you want to defeat me with demon blood?" Yan Qingheng smiled lightly, and at the same time put his hand on Lin Heng's face.

The touch on the hand was so delicate that Yan Qingheng refused to stop touching it a few more times.

Looking at that hand, Yan Fengqing felt very dazzling, and the anger in his heart kept rising: "Yan Qingheng, believe it or not, I cut off your dog's paw."

"You can really do it now?" Yan Qingheng moved his hand down to touch Lin Heng's collarbone as if provocative.

Lin Heng's face wrinkled into a ball.

This person speaks as soon as he speaks, what is he doing when he touches it?

Just when Lin Heng's patience reached the limit, Yan Qingheng's hands repeatedly challenged his bottom line, and he had already parted his skirt, and his fingers were still slowly drawing circles on his chest.

Enough is fucking enough!

"You..." Just as Lin Heng was about to curse, a gap suddenly opened in the wall of fire in front of him, and countless ice thorns came in, and the cold air exploded the raging fire in an instant.

All the cold air rushed towards Yan Qingheng's hand.

Yan Qingheng hastily withdrew his hand and used spiritual energy to block it, but Baishuang had already bit his wrist, his whole arm was frozen, and the ice thorns rapidly expanded in his meridians, piercing the meridians from the inside out and burrowing out of the skin, The blood that was too late to flow out was also frozen.

"Yan Fengqing!" Yan Qingheng roared viciously.

"You can try if I can chop off your claws." Yan Fengqing sneered on his lips.

"You're nothing but a monster!" Yan Qingheng yelled, "Do you think this silly rabbit can stand you?"

"You worry about yourself first." After saying that, a cold light came out from the tip of Yan Fengqing's sword.

Cold light from the sword, with the momentum of thunder strikes over.

Yan Qingheng narrowed his eyes dangerously, and took out a fiery red fan.

The fan drew a long arc in the air, and when it came back, it ran towards the cold light.

With a sound of "touch--", the cold light collided with the fan and produced a huge explosion. For a while, the spiritual energy rioted, and the rocks continued to fall from the cave wall.

Yan Qingheng withdrew his fan and smiled triumphantly: "What if you are the container of demon blood? Who in the blood of the descendants of the Yan family does not have the power of demons?"

"You are so sweet." Yan Fengqing's eyes were heavy, staring at Yan Qingheng's hand on Lin Heng's collarbone.

"I wish the Yan family would disappear. Who is not a monster with such a bloodline?" The hatred in Yan Qingheng's eyes was like a poisoned sharp blade: "You should disappear first!"

"That also depends on whether you have the ability to kill me."

The two looked at each other, jumped up at the same time, and attacked each other.

Yan Qingheng's fan is a high-grade spiritual weapon, while Yan Fengqing's is just an ordinary sword.

The fan knocked lightly on the blade, and the long sword instantly shattered like glass.

"Clatter——" with a sound, the broken iron fell from mid-air to the ground.

Lin Heng, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, jumped in his heart.

The red silk was also at the late stage of Jindan, but Yan Fengqing was pressing and beating, and now facing Yan Qingheng, who was also at the late stage of Jindan, I felt that Yan Fengqing was struggling a lot.

Will Yan Fengqing be okay?

In the next second, Lin Heng watched helplessly as Yan Qingheng formed a claw with one hand and pierced Yan Fengqing's chest.

"Eldest brother!" Lin Heng shouted out in a hurry.

Before Lin Heng could worry, Yan Fengqing raised the corner of his mouth and grabbed Yan Qingheng's hand, preventing him from moving.

All of a sudden, the black air rose from the sky, and the first thing to corrode was Yan Qingheng's hand inserted into Yan Fengqing's chest, climbing up along the arm little by little, until the whole arm was nothing but bones.

Yan Qingheng turned pale with shock, quickly chopped off the completely corroded hand with a fan, and then stepped back to widen the distance between them.

Blood gushed out of the broken arm, and Yan Qingheng's face became even paler. He said angrily, "Where did you get this thing from?"

"I said I wanted your hand." Yan Fengqing's anger couldn't be dispelled. There was only one hand, and there was another one. He wanted Yan Qingheng to pay the price.

The black evil spirit rushed towards Yan Qingheng's other arm like a poisonous snake, and also like an off-string arrow.

Yan Qingheng couldn't dodge in time, and the evil spirit wrapped around his wrist: "Madman, the evil spirit you got from there will suppress the blood!"

When the bloodline is suppressed, the demon blood in Yan Fengqing's body will also be suppressed, but the price is that he will lose his mind and become a bloodthirsty monster.

"You should worry about yourself first." Yan Fengqing smiled disdainfully, exuding more black air from him.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Yan Qingheng gritted his teeth and spat hard: "You will go crazy sooner or later!"

After that, he recalled his fan, and disappeared in place after a flash of red light.

"Dare to run?" Yan Fengqing chased after her, her throat was sweetened halfway, and blood scrambled to overflow the corners of her mouth.

Seeing that something was wrong, Lin Heng quickly ran up to support Yan Fengqing: "Brother, are you alright?"

"Nothing." Panting heavily, Yan Fengqing raised his head slowly: "It's just that the Blood Saber has not been fully refined yet."

"It's alright, alright, you're already very good." Lin Heng looked at the wound on Yan Fengqing's chest and felt his scalp go numb.

When this man fights, he kills one thousand enemies and loses eight hundred.

Lin Heng opened Yan Fengqing's skirt and saw that the horrible wound had healed halfway, he immediately felt relieved.

"Let me tell you, even if you want to kill Yan Qingheng, don't use this method." Lin Heng felt bitter at the root of his tongue.

This time, I accidentally came to the place where Yan's family cultivated medicine cauldrons, only to realize that Yan Fengqing had lived such a miserable life, what is the difference between being born in such a family and staying in hell.

Lin Heng sighed heavily. He originally blamed Yan Fengqing for creating a twin formation. If he was born in such a family, he would probably be worse than Yan Fengqing.

Unable to hear Yan Fengqing's response, Lin Heng lowered his head and saw a pair of bottomless eyes, which were as black as an abyss, and the ink color was soaked layer by layer, turning into a suffocating pure black, and no light spots could squeeze in.

Lin Heng was quite uncomfortable being looked at by these eyes, turned his head slightly, and whispered: "I'm doing this for your own good." I didn't mean to scold you.

How stingy!

Suddenly a cold hand touched Lin Heng's collarbone, like snowflakes falling on a winter night, Lin Heng felt goosebumps from the cold.

"The clothes have been changed." Yan Fengqing looked at Lin Heng's clothes, and felt that they were so obtrusive that he wanted to crush them.

"Well, the original one is broken." Lin Heng didn't know what Yan Fengqing meant, so he could only answer literally.

"How bad?"

"Yan Qingheng broke it." As soon as Lin Heng said this, he felt that the temperature in the cave was a little lower. He looked at Yan Fengqing suspiciously and said, "Brother, do you feel very cold?"

After a while, Yan Fengqing said slowly, "What did he say to you?"

"Who? Yan Qingheng? Don't listen to him, he's mentally ill." Lin Heng had been listening to Yan Qingheng's cursing for several hours in that room, so this person was definitely ill.

"ill?"

"Yes, you must be sick. If you are not sick, why would you keep scolding you instead of trying to find a way to destroy the Yan family that he hates? This is a typical way of venting anger, and it's not your fault. Don't listen to him." Lin Heng nodded firmly.

During those few hours of cursing, Lin Heng felt more and more uncomfortable with Yan Fengqing, and it was not Yan Fengqing's fault, why did he have to bear so much?

Lin Heng somewhat understood why Yan Fengqing became the demon king.

Yan Fengqing didn't know if he heard it, he lowered his head and said softly: "Yes."

No one ever told him it wasn't his fault...

It was his fault not to be a container, it was his fault to be a container, maybe it was a fault he was born with.

"Then senior brother, let's get out of here." Lin Heng looked back at the miserable situation in the cave, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Although what happened to Yan Fengqing today was not his fault, but such a way of killing... the Lord Mozun who is far away from the future seems to be the correct way.

Seeing Lin Heng's timid eyes, Yan Fengqing felt uncomfortable.

The formation was not reversed by him...

But before he could say anything, he caught a glimpse of the tooth marks on Lin Heng's neck.

At this moment, the hoarfrost that had not subsided on the ground came back, and the hard stone wall was cracked with a "crack--".

His eyes were darker than the night, staring straight at the tooth mark.

After a while, the deep voice slowly faded like ink: "Yan Qingheng?"

Although it is a question sentence, the tone is full of affirmation.

Lin Heng nodded, thinking of being bitten on the neck by that pervert, he wished to kick Yan Qingheng's third leg.

"What else did he do to you?" Yan Fengqing lightly stroked that glaring tooth mark, wanting to tear up the whole world for no reason.

Yan Qingheng...

"Hehehe..." Yan Fengqing's laughter seemed to come from between his teeth, it was not only cold but also scary.

Lin Heng couldn't help swallowing, feeling a pain in his neck: "Hiss..."

Yan Fengqing seemed to want to rub off this piece of skin, and her strength became stronger and stronger, and finally grabbed Lin Heng's neck.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Lin Heng couldn't breathe for a moment, and he said with difficulty: "Elder brother, elder brother..."

Seeing Lin Heng's originally clear eyes shed a lot of tears, Yan Fengqing finally came back to his senses and slowly let go.

"What else did he do to you?" Yan Fengqing's eyes were burning, and the hidden emotions seemed to burn everything in the world.

Lin Heng was taken aback by Yan Fengqing's eyes, he hesitated and said, "He... he said I have good eyes and wanted to dig them out."

The author has something to say: Seeing that everyone is complaining about my cover, my friend drew it for me, because only such a high-end and gorgeous cover is in line with Gu Dan's impoverished temperament. In fact, my friend drew it very well. Well, it's just that you have to pay attention to the degree of fitness in being a person and doing things.

Let Yan Qingheng run away this time, guess what will happen to the big brother next time?