The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

Yin Ye laughed outright, looked at the red marks on the back of his hand, and pinched the baby's chin to keep him from sleeping.

"Dare to hit this seat? You are still the second."

He poked the soft and smooth cheeks hard, until the baby's face turned red.

Xiaobao felt the heat and pain on his face, and immediately turned his mouth to cry.

However, the former Mozun had never taken care of a child, so he didn't know that this was the baby's preparation before he cried, and he was still reaching out to poke that chubby little face.

Suddenly, the cry of the baby resounded throughout the hall.

Yin Ye trembled, almost throwing the baby out of her arms, holding him and sitting on the chair without moving, not knowing how to coax him to stop.

"Don't, don't cry..."

The majestic Demon Lord actually has nothing to do with a crying child.

Little Treasure cried loudly regardless, his little hands clenched into fists, and his long, dark eyelashes were covered with teardrops.

"Whoa whoa-"

"Woooooo-"

Little Treasure cried out sadly, his face was hot and painful, and there were always bad guys poking his face with their fingers.

He stretched out his hand to hug Daddy and Father, squinting his eyes and crying with tears all over his face, but he couldn't find Father and Father after searching around, Xiaobao cried even louder and sadly.

Yin Ye stretched out his hand to hold his forehead, really didn't know what to do, seeing the baby's face turning red from crying, he took a deep breath and carried him expressionlessly away from the bedroom, and went straight to find the owner of the ghost palace.

Xanxi sat in the dormitory for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot, staring straight at the person on the bed.

"Master Dao has slept for a long time, why did he wake up..." His fingertips brushed his stiff and cold cheeks, and slowly moved to his pale lips, wanting to warm Dao Master with the warmth of his hands.

With a bang, the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open. Compared with the gray ghost world, the inside of the bedroom was colder and darker. Now the door of the bedroom is wide open, illuminating the scene inside.

The Mozun stood at the entrance of the dormitory holding the crying baby, squinted his eyes to look at the ghost king in the dormitory, and walked directly towards him.

Tang Yan stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, looked along the shadow, saw the demon and the baby in the arms of the demon, closed his eyes unresponsively, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "This is the demon?"

Yin Ye stuffed the baby in his arms into his arms, his face was a little distorted, and the ear was full of sharp crying.

"Coax him."

Looking at the baby in his arms with numb and empty eyes, after recognizing him as the child of Wen Nu and Gu Yu, a strong murderous intent flashed across his face, and he could even feel the gust of wind around him.

Yin Ye frowned frivolously, her eyes were dangerous: "I'm sad."

Xan Xun woke up suddenly, he almost killed the person brought by Mozun.

No matter how much he hated Wen Nu and Gu Yu, he couldn't kill the baby in his arms, because it was brought by the Demon Lord.

Suppressing the resentment and murderous intent in his heart, he responded in a low voice with a hoarse voice, coaxing him with unfamiliar movements while holding the baby in his arms.

He had been with Wen Nu Gu Yu for a long time before, and he almost watched it, and gradually became more proficient in his hand movements.

Little Treasure's crying stopped slowly, and under the familiar light shaking, he blinked sleepily, his eyelashes trembling slightly, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, his chest heaved up and down and snored.

Seeing that the baby was asleep, Mozun heaved a sigh of relief, and carefully took it from the ghost king's arms.

He lowered his voice and said to Tang Yan: "You go to Xue Yuan's side and let me keep an eye on you."

As he spoke, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he left here with the sleeping baby in his arms.

Tan Mi frowned, looked at the direction where the Demon Lord left, and reluctantly returned to the bedside to continue to accompany the Taoist priest.

Holding the cold hand of the Taoist priest tightly with both hands, the messy long purple hair slid down the direction, and put a sticker on it with a crooked face: "Wake up, Taoist priest, I have to do something these days, but I will come back tonight and be with you."

Tang took off his shoes and lay down next to the Taoist priest, holding him tightly in his arms, and fell asleep quickly without knowing it.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

Sitting up on the bed, his eyes were a little dazed. This was the first time he had a good night's sleep since the Taoist priest passed away.

She lowered her eyes to glance at the person on the other side of the bed, her bright red lips curled up slightly, her fingertips twirled her long black hair, and she had a good conversation with him.

Seeing the time passing by, he finally had to get up to stare at Xue Yuan.

He had heard of the name Xue Yuan, and under Old Demon's hands, he was considered to be under one person and above ten thousand people, but he had never seen that person before.

She hooked her red lips, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

Looking at it now, Xue Yuan's status doesn't seem to be that one person is under one person and above ten thousand people, after all, Mo Zun asked him to keep an eye on him.

With a wave of his hand, he changed into a black robe, covering his whole body, followed the breath of the demons, and quickly found the palace where Xue Yuan lived.

Seeing a cluster of white in the distance, the peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and the emotions in the eyes were suppressed, and the lips hooked up with a smile and stepped forward: "Lord Xue Yuan."

Xue Yuan had no expression on his face, and looked at the person coldly, and recognized his identity from his attire.

"Ghost King."

"What do you want from me?"

Turning around indifferently, he continued to attend to the flowers brought from the world. Thinking of Wen Nu's expression after seeing the potted flowers, the corners of his lips slightly rose up for a moment.

Tang Yan's complexion remained unchanged, and his smile grew bigger and bigger. He followed Xue Yuan's line of sight to look at the potted flower, and gently swayed the flower buds on it with his fingers: "Master Xue Yuan is so elegant that he grows flowers in the ghost world. He is not afraid of being covered with gray flowers." Have the flowers in the sky withered?"

Xue Yuan didn't speak, and took a pair of scissors with a nonchalant expression, and cut off the flower bud that was touched by someone.

There was a glint of light in the eyes of Xin Yan, and there was a decent smile on the corner of his lips, and the bright red lip color was shining brightly in the sun.

Reaching out to pick up the flower branch on the ground, I put it in the palm of my hand and played with it carefully. After a while, the flower branch was swallowed by the ghost energy and turned into dust and dissipated into the air: "It's a pity."

Xue Yuan didn't seem to hear the ghost king's words, and the surroundings became quiet for a while, but was soon broken by the running demons.

"My lord, the person you brought from heaven has woken up."

Hearing the words, the eyes flickered, and he took a step forward and stood beside Xue Yuan: "Oh? Master Xue Yuan brought someone from the heaven? I don't know who it is, can I let the king accompany you?"

Xue Yuan glanced at him lightly, handed the scissors to the subordinate at the side, opened his mouth and said in a cold voice, "If the King of Ghosts wants to go, just follow."

Go ahead and head towards the room where the man brought back from the heavens was held.

The Ghost Realm and the Ghost Prison were outside the Ghost Palace, so he asked someone to lock him in a room near the sleeping hall.

Xuan closely followed Xue Yuan, and followed him to a room.

Seeing Xue Yuan, the demons waiting by the side bowed their heads respectfully, and opened the door to let him in.

Shang Qingan was imprisoned here as soon as he woke up. He was so angry that his face was green and white. Now when he saw someone coming in, he shouted angrily: "Let go of me! Who are you!"

Because the person came with the light behind him, he could only see the figure of the person clearly, but not the facial features of the person.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice and froze in place. If the Taoist priest was not in the dormitory, he would have thought it was the Taoist priest who was imprisoned here.

When the people came in, Shang Qing'an finally saw their faces clearly, but the whole person froze in place, especially when his eyes touched Shan Na, his pupils shrank and he exclaimed, "Xue Yuan! suffer!"

Xun Shou slightly narrowed his affectionate peach blossom eyes, and looked at the trapped person as if scrutinizing him.

When Shang Qing'an saw him staring at him, she suddenly became flustered, for fear of being recognized by him.

Turn your face away to avoid Xing Dang's gaze, pretending that you don't know him.

He rolled his eyes, and he always felt that the person who was tied up in front of him was very familiar, a feeling of déjà vu.

But he clearly knew that he had never seen this person before, especially since this person looked so flamboyant and exotic.

With short blond hair, even in the gray ghost world, it is still bright, and the sea blue pupils are like the mortal sky, like a hot sun, which can burn people's eyes.

Seeing that the staring eyes were getting more and more dangerous, Shang Qing'an's panic reached the peak, he took out the wooden warehouse at his waist without moving, and opened the wooden warehouse towards the two of them.

The buoyant and powerful blue light wave went straight towards Xue Yuan, I don't know if the aim was off, but it was easy to dodge by slightly dodging, most of the light wave cannons were sucked by Xue Yuan.

Xue Yuan's face remained unchanged, and he quickly dodged to dodge.

Taking advantage of them dodging, Shang Qing'an quickly untied the rope tied to his body, and rushed directly to the door without thinking.

Xin's heart skipped a beat, a thought urged him to let him catch the young man who was about to run away, otherwise he would definitely regret it in the future.

Subconsciously grasping the young man's arm, he pulled him over forcefully, but the force was too strong, and he directly pulled the man into his arms.

Shang Qing'an slammed into the man's chest with a bang, physical tears came out of the painful eyes: "Um..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Tanjiu trembled all over, and subconsciously lowered her eyes to look at the person in her arms.

"Master—"

Shang Qing'an's body froze for a moment when he heard the words, and quickly struggled hard, wanting to leave here.

Tang Yan's hands gradually tightened, his eyes were mysterious and unfathomable, he glanced at Xue Yuan who was intact, and asked him for someone: "Master Xue Yuan, I will take him away first."

Without waiting for Xue Yuan to agree, she dragged and dragged him back to the dormitory, took his hand and dragged him to the bed, squinted his eyes and looked him up and down carefully.

When Shang Qing'an came into close contact with the previous body, his face turned pale with fright, he clenched the wooden warehouse in his hand and pointed at Xing: "You, who are you? Let, let me go... No, or I will kill you... "

Tang Yan took off the hat on his head, squeezed his knee directly between the man's legs, and knelt on the bed with one knee, staring at him with fiery eyes.

"The way the Taoist priest is lying is yet to be contacted."

Shang Qing'an's pupils dilated: "What, what? I don't know what you're talking about, let me go!"

Tanju laughed in a low voice, her red lips curled up slightly, and she stretched out her hand to brush the completely unfamiliar but slightly familiar facial features, with a hoarse voice: "Taoist, I miss you so much..."

He bent down and hugged the person on the bed tightly, buried his face in the crease of Dao Zhang's neck, and tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

Feeling the moisture on his neck, Shang Qing'an subconsciously shivered.