The Fallen God Concubine who became a doomed king

The old demon sensed that he was moved, and continued to say seductively: "There are so many idiotic men and women in the world, think about how happy it would be if your Taoist priest loved you infatuatedly..."

Staring at the fairy elder on the bed with downcast eyes, looking at the sleeping face, his eyes under the hood are full of desire/desire.

"it is good."

Old Demon laughed loudly, his male and female voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if his throat had been burned by fire, and the rustling sound was like a breaking wind.

Wisps of magic mist flew towards the person on the bed, and drilled into his brain along his forehead.

Sitting next to the bed, staring at the Taoist priest, watching the old demon change the memory of the Taoist priest.

After a while, Old Demon's voice sounded like drifting away: "Okay, Lord Ghost King, enjoy yourself."

Hoarse laughter kept ringing, echoing in the empty bedroom until it disappeared.

Hearing Old Demon's words, a blazing light flashed through Tan Shou's peach blossom eyes, staring fixedly at the Taoist priest on the bed, stretched out his hand to stroke that face, and lowered his voice to wake him up softly: "Daozhang, are you awake?"

Shang Qing'an frowned slightly, and slowly opened his eyes with his thick eyelashes trembling slightly. When he saw the man close at hand, a smile was brewing in his eyes, and he asked in a hoarse voice: "Husband, what do I do?" Fell asleep?"

The system in black clothes frowned, always feeling a little weird in his heart, especially when he called out the word husband, he subconsciously wanted to retch.

A strong light burst out from the eyes of Wang Yan, staring at the person next to him, ecstatically hugging him tightly in his arms: "Taoist..."

Shang Qing'an was hugged in his arms with her neck up, the weirdness in her heart disappeared instantly, and she focused all her attention on the person in front of her.

"Husband? What's the matter?"

Tang Yan raised her bright red lips, held the Taoist priest's face and kissed the lips that she thought about day and night.

"Well……"

Shang Qing'an's pupils dilated, staring blankly at the enlarged face, looking deeply into those affectionate peach blossom eyes, being dragged by the deep pool inside and falling into the abyss.

Tanji let go of the Taoist priest in his arms, staring at the bright red and moist lips he made with fiery eyes, rubbing his thumb lightly to wipe away the water stains on them.

Shang Qing'an blankly let others do things, all the weird resistance in his heart was eaten away by the magic mist, and there was nothing left, only his heart was full of love for me.

"What are you thinking, Ma'am?" Tang Yan's voice was hoarse, holding Dao Chang's cheek with one hand, and rubbing Dao Chang's lips with his thumb from time to time.

Shang Qing'an shook his head, felt itching on his lips, waved his hands away, and mumbled coquettishly: "itch!"

Crazy possessiveness flashed across the face under the hood, and she let go of him with a smile: "Okay, okay, don't touch it anymore."

Shang Qing'an snorted, lifted the quilt on his lap and got off the bed, glanced at the strange bedroom around him, and looked at the husband next to him suspiciously: "Where is this? Aren't we still in the world?"

Hanging his head, his eyes flickering, the Daoist who didn't know how Old Demon changed his memory, pondered for a moment and explained: "Something happened to the ghost world, so I took you back to the ghost world. Now we are in the palace of the ghost world." inside."

Shang Qing'an nodded without doubt, looked left and right, and found that her husband is still very rich.

But how could he remember that her husband has no money in this world...

Wait, the world?

When did they go to the human world?

A metallic light flashed in the system's eyes, which were soon swallowed by the magic mist in his body, and his eyes regained their calmness.

Xan stepped forward and hugged the man in his arms, tightly wrapped his arms around the Taoist's waist, and put his chin on the Taoist's shoulder: "Ma'am..."

Shang Qingan snorted proudly, hugged him back, and pressed against his slightly cold embrace: "What are you doing?"

Squinting his eyes to absorb the taste of the Taoist priest, desire/desire flashed in his eyes, his throat rolled and his voice was a little hoarse: "Ma'am, let's rest."

He is so despicable, as long as there is a chance, he will never let go of possessing the Taoist——

On the other side, Jiang Chen escaped from the ghost prison with Wang Qiu. Because Wang Qiu was in a coma, he did not leave the ghost world, but found an inn with few people.

The waiter in the shop saw Lord Succubus in red being hugged by a man, and stepped forward shaking his legs: "You, who are you? What's wrong with Lord Succubus!"

Jiang Shen frowned expressionlessly, and listened to the inn's mistress, did he live here?

The waiter in the shop looked more and more suspicious, and explained Shen with a blank face: "I am his friend, he was injured, if someone is looking for it, just let them search it."

After speaking, he went upstairs with Wangqiu in his arms, and quickly found the room according to his breath.

Pushing open the door, seeing what was inside, a flash of confirmation flashed in his eyes, he put the man on the bed and began to check his injuries.

Jiang Shen unbuttoned the clothes on Luangqiu's body complicatedly, leaving only a pair of trousers, pursed his lips and looked at the wounds with a cold face, the wounds were stained with a strong ghost aura, and in some places the ghost aura had already entangled on the bones , need to be removed as soon as possible, otherwise the injury will become more and more serious.

Waving his hand and using spiritual power, he carefully pulled out the ghost energy from the wound one by one. The whole process took nearly an hour.

A little cold sweat broke out on Wang Qiu's face, his closed eyes trembled constantly, his hands tightly grabbed the bed sheet under him, and he murmured the word "Master".

Jiang Shen froze, and continued to help him heal his wounds with a blank expression.

Wait until all injuries are gone and help him get dressed.

After finishing all this work, Shen waved his hand to change the appearance and body shape of the two people, and by the way, squeezed the ghost energy that had been pulled out into two black balls, and hung one on each person's waist to cover the breath of the two people, so that the searchers could People think that they are also people from the ghost world.

Luanqiu hadn't woken up yet, so he got up and went to the window, staring heavily at the ghost palace in the distance.

He saw Old Demon in the ghost prison, and Old Demon arrested him, but because he was the one who led the army back then, Old Demon felt resentful and arrested him and locked him up.

But Old Demon didn't torture him.

Thinking of the war that year, Jiang Shen's face became more and more serious. He only hoped that Old Demon would never touch Qingya, otherwise...

He closed his eyes, turned around and sat in front of the table, closed his eyes and circulated the spiritual power of his whole body, breaking away all the prohibitions in his body.

I don't know how long it took, Luangqiu on the bed woke up slowly, saw himself appearing in the inn, his pupils narrowed and hurriedly got up: "Master, the master has not been rescued yet——"

His gaze suddenly touched the person sitting at the table, and he froze in place, staring at him blankly, and murmured hoarsely: "Master..."

Jiang Shen was a bit complicated, he didn't know how to face Wang Qiu, but what should come would always come, he opened his eyes and asked expressionlessly: "Are you awake?"

Wang Qiu nodded with tears streaming down his face: "Mmm..."

Holding the corners of the clothes on both sides tightly with both hands, the bare feet were hanging on the side of the bed, tears slid down the cheeks and down the neck, soaking the front of the clothes on the chest.

"Master..."

Jiang Shen's hands froze, and he continued to pour warm water expressionlessly: "You forgot, I'm not your master now."

Wang Qiu suddenly remembered the previous memory, the master stabbed him with a sword and threw him in the devil world to sever the master-student relationship...

His vision was blurred by tears: "Master...I was wrong...I was wrong..."

Luangqiu jumped off the bed with bare feet, knelt on the ground with a plop, and tightly grabbed the hem of Shizun's clothes with both hands: "Master... I was really wrong... I beg you to forgive me..."

Lu just recovered from the injury, his face was pale, his body was still stained with blood, and the red clothes he made were dirty and smelled of blood.

Jiang Shen looked at him expressionlessly, and closed his eyes not to look at him: "Wangqiu, since the master-student relationship has been severed, there is no reason to restore it."

Hearing Master's icy voice, Wang Qiu knelt on the ground in desperation and despair, with his head down and tears streaming down his face.

"Master..."

Outside the door, I suddenly heard the voice of the shop assistant, and there seemed to be other people following behind me.

With a cold face, he waved his hands to change the red robe on Wang Qiu's body: "The group of people from the ghost prison are here."

Wang Qiu also knew the seriousness of the matter, wiped the tears from his face, sat down beside the master with his head down, his shoulders trembled and he choked and sobbed softly.

Jiang Shen frowned, subconsciously took out the veil and handed it to him, and waited until Wang Qiu took it, only to realize that they had severed the master-student relationship.

Frowning, he withdrew his hands expressionlessly, and sat at the table waiting for the group of people from the ghost prison to search the door.

Wang Qiu sneaked into the veil given to him by his master, reluctant to use it up, carefully put it close to his heart, and wiped away the tears on his face with his sleeve.

Afraid of being discovered by the people in the ghost prison outside the door, he deliberately lowered his head and ate some pastries in small bites.

The pastries in Ghost Realm have a strange taste, sour and salty, but they taste good after eating for a long time.

The waiter deliberately spoke loudly on the stairs to remind the guest officer in the room.

"Sir, it's here."

The waiter knocked on the door, and the ghosts behind him kicked the door open impatiently. Jiang Shen, who was about to open the door, became more and more cold, and stood expressionlessly looking at the group of ghosts outside the door.

The waiter in the shop saw two strangers in the room and scratched his head in a daze, but he was very vigilant and didn't ask directly.

Li Gui glanced at the two people in the room, but didn't notice the existence of the two people in the ghost prison. His eyes touched the young man sitting at the table, and he frowned tightly.

Jiang Shen was vigilant, if Li Gui found something, he could do it directly, although it was a bit troublesome.

Li Gui curled his lips to signal others to look over, and Li Gui gasped when they saw the young man eating pastry happily.

"Excellent, I didn't expect ghosts to like to eat this pastry."

"Tsk tsk tsk, can't this be a starving ghost, dare to eat this pastry!"

"What nonsense, I don't like to eat..."

"Hahaha, forget, forget, you are also a starving ghost..."

The conversation of several people caught everyone's ears, the waiter in the shop followed their gaze, and saw that the guest officer was indeed eating the plate of pastries, and was immediately impressed. You must know that this pastry will not dare to eat for many days, the taste is too strange!

Jiang Shen watched the group of ghosts leave expressionlessly, and when the door was closed, Wang Qiu was still holding the pastry and chewing on it.

Seeing that all the ghosts had already left, Wang Qiu lowered his head silently and put the pastry back.

The author has something to say: Shang Qing'an: vomit

Sang: ma'am, let's rest

Shang Qing'an: Roll, roll, roll!