Binding the Dragon for the Empress

The entire magic city was shrouded in darkness, and the air was filled with black and red magic energy. Looking from above, one could faintly see sporadic yellow lanterns, glowing faintly.

On the round black jade bed, the human race's hands and feet were shackled, connected with long iron chains, and fixed to the four bedposts respectively. His thin body was slightly curled up into a ball, and his eyes were closed as if he was in a deep sleep.

Because each shackle was covered with soft cowhide, his hands and feet were not injured, and his slender ankles were like suet jade made from the sky, warm and beautiful.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and the Demon Lord stopped at the entrance for a few breaths, closed the door softly, and walked towards the man on the bed.He stopped by the bed, quietly looking at the man's peaceful profile, and couldn't help bending his tall body to kiss his forehead.

At this moment, the man suddenly woke up, raised his shackled hand and slapped the Demon Lord's face, and there was a clear and crisp applause in the room, accompanied by a muffled sound of iron chains.

"roll!"

The demon's red pupils dimmed, and he exuded a terrifying hostility. Ning Zhiyu had seen the demon many times when he was angry. Every time he thought that the demon would kill him, but he didn't.

Mozun appeared on the bed in an instant, pressed Ning Zhiyu's hands on the head of the bed and leaned over to kiss his lips. The kiss was full of murderous intent and strong smell of alcohol, so fierce that it seemed to swallow Ning Zhiyu alive. Ning Zhiyu has nowhere to escape, but he won't let him take advantage of it, biting the devil's tongue hard.

Mozun let out a muffled snort, and the sweet smell of blood spread in their mouths. His blood is poisonous to humans, and Ning Zhiyu felt numb all over after touching it, and lost the strength to resist.

Mozun licked the blood from his mouth clean, the rough kiss gradually became gentle, his palms slid up Ning Zhiyu's bare legs, and gently parted.

Ning Zhiyu was wearing a thin white long robe with nothing underneath, so that the Demon Lord could do those disgusting things.

Mozun used to like to say some disgusting things in bed, but in recent years Xu knew that Ning Zhiyu could not change, so he didn't want to humiliate himself anymore, most of the time he just kept his head down and let Ning Zhiyu beat and scold him.

When the body blended, Ning Zhiyu's robes had already been scattered in a mess, revealing the deep collarbone. The Demon Lord bit Ning Zhiyu's shoulder forbearance. In order to avoid hurting the opponent, his movements were very slow and restrained.

Ning Zhiyu was breathing tremblingly, her dark eyes looked at the person above with hatred, and she pinched the demon king's neck with her palm: "Go away, beast...beast..."

His strength could not threaten the Demon Lord at all, and the Demon Lord let him pinch him, raised his hand to cover Ning Zhiyu's eyes, lowered his head and kissed his lips: "Don't talk...don't talk."

The dim yellow light of the fire was flickering on the candlestick not far away, reflecting the demon's young and flamboyant face. His right cheek was slightly swollen, and he looked quite embarrassed.

No one in the entire Demon Realm dared to do anything to the Demon Lord, except for the man on his bed, every time he came out of the bedroom, it was normal to have more scratches or slap marks on his neck and face.

Ning Zhiyu knew that Mozun was drunk, because when Mozun came back for lunch at noon today, he told him to die.

Probably everyone who gives affection will become a fool in front of the one he loves, including this devil, who knows how much he hates him, but will do some completely unnecessary things again and again. Try to change his mind.

In the past four years, Ning Zhiyu has used countless methods to stimulate the Demon Lord, hoping that the other party will kill him. He has long wanted to end his filthy life, but no matter what he does, it is useless. The way the Demon Lord vents his anger is always Infringement and possession made Ning Zhiyu feel ashamed.

Yan Yuan is dead, but Mo Zun is still alive, Ning Zhiyu thinks of this, only hatred and despair are left in her heart.

The hand pinching Mozun's neck became weaker and weaker, and finally fell to the side of the pillow. Ning Zhiyu looked up in a daze, and said, "Why don't you die..."

Mozun then stopped his movements and was quiet for a moment: "You want me to die just like that."

Ning Zhiyu rolled her eyes to meet his bewitching red pupils, and said softly: "Yes, I hope you will be wiped out, your soul will be scattered, and you will disappear in front of me forever, and disappear in this world."

Although Mo Zun was drunk, but not too deep, his eyes were a little confused, he looked at Ning Zhiyu silently for a while, then stopped, and continued to do what he hadn't finished.

No matter how incompatible the soul is, after four or five years of mingling, the two parties will inevitably experience physical pleasure. Ning Zhiyu's cheeks gradually turned red, and the forehead was wet with sweat. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from making a sound, panting intermittently, Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

"Go to hell...go to die, you all demons in the devil world deserve to die..."

"You shouldn't live in this world..."

The sound of chains shaking kept ringing in the room, Mozun touched Ning Zhiyu's face with his palm, bowed his head and kissed away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't cry."

"Don't cry..."

When he was awake, Mozun would not put his dignity on the ground without reservation and let Ning Zhiyu trample on it at will, and the two of them were more at war with each other.

Although Ning Zhiyu was imprisoned, he was never the one who was at a disadvantage, because Mo Zun cared about him, cared about everything about him, who he looked at, and who he thought about.

The reason why he was imprisoned here was not only to prevent Ning Zhiyu from escaping from being torn apart by the low-level monsters outside, but also to prevent him from committing suicide.

After everything was over, the Mozun briefly removed the restraints on Ning Zhiyu's hands and feet. Ning Zhiyu was so tired that he no longer had the strength to lift his fingers. There was a dead silence in the candlelight.

"G San, you killed me."

"just kill me."

Mo San is the name of Mozun. He is the third eldest in the family, and he has two older brothers who were named Mo Yi and Mo Er by his parents, so he is naturally called Mo San.

Demons are divided into elementary, middle, and advanced.Low-level monsters are the most tyrannical with the lowest IQ. They are grotesque and ugly, medium-level monsters are ugly and have some brains, and high-level monsters are demons who can take human form at will.

The more handsome and beautiful the magic power is.

Mozun was the strongest of the three brothers when he was born, but he didn't like reading since he was a child, and he got a headache when he read a book, so he couldn't read a few words. Mozun changed his name to a pleasant one, not wanting to abandon his parents' original intentions, so he continued to use the same-sounding word, Gau San.

Parents died in the battle between gods and demons 10 years ago, which is why the demon king insisted on breaking through the heavens.

Because he wants revenge.

The great revenge was not avenged, and the two elder brothers were wiped out in the second war of gods and demons initiated by the demons. Half of the people in the demon world were slaughtered, and they died together with the two sisters-in-law and several nephews and nieces. The blood feud between them will never disappear.

Unless one of them dies forever.

"What if I tell you that Yan Yuan is not dead?" Mozun said hoarsely in Ning Zhiyu's ear.

Ning Zhiyu was silent at first, then turned around stiffly, grabbed Mozun by the collar: "...What did you say?"

Mozun's back palm slid from Ning Zhiyu's back to his waist, and he closed his eyes: "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Ning Zhiyu put her hands on his chest and wanted to push him away, but the difference in their size was too great to do it at all. Angrily, she slapped Mo Zun on the face, her chest heaved, and said coldly.

"Don't touch me, I feel sick."

Mozun grabbed Ning Zhiyu's wrist, opened his red pupils and looked at the man in his arms, and said in a low voice: "You know how to beat and scold me, if Yan Yuan hugs you like this, won't you be very happy in your heart. "

He asked very seriously, as if he was really hurt.

Ning Zhiyu was very happy, staring at Mozun's handsome face that was almost monster with no expression, and slowly leaned into his ear and said, "You can't even compare to his half strand of black silk."

The demon's body froze: "If I'm not a demon..."

Ning Zhiyu smiled lightly, and asked lightly, "You think I hate you because you are a demon?"

"If you want me not to hate you, that's fine... If you kill yourself, I won't hate you."

The Mozun didn't seem to understand what he said, so he calmly raised his hand to straighten the messy hair on Ning Zhiyu's forehead, and said, "A'Ning, teach me to write your name."

"You are not worthy." Ning Zhiyu waved his hand away.

Yan Yuan used to call Ning Zhiyu 'A Yu' in the past, Mo Zun didn't like to be like her rival, so she called Ning Zhiyu 'A Ning' on her own, but most of the time Ning Zhiyu would not respond.

Everything is his one-man show.

Ning Zhiyu was lying on her back, and when she was about to fall asleep, she heard the Demon Lord hugging him behind her and said, "The battle between gods and demons is imminent, if I win, you will be my queen, okay?"

It seemed that he was really drunk.

"I hope you die."

Mozun was silent for a long time, and said slowly.

"I won't die. If I die, you will be taken back by Yan Yuan. There is still Ah Lie between us. The Protoss cannot tolerate him."

Ah Lie is the child that Ning Zhiyu was forced to give birth to.

She has the same red pupils as the Demon Lord.

Ning Zhiyu hated the Demon Lord, hated this cruel world, and couldn't give birth to love for that disgusting little bastard.

he said softly.

"Then you all die together."

Mozun silently circled Ning Zhiyu's waist and abdomen, and the two bodies were tightly pressed together. His forehead was pressed against Ning Zhiyu's snow-white back neck, and he closed his eyes and stopped talking.

On the day when the protoss invaded, Ning Zhiyu was imprisoned on the bed in the demon king's bedroom, and heard a strange loud noise faintly. A strong red light wave exploded over the demon world. The scream of the lungs.

The enchantment of the Demon Race was shattered.

Ning Zhiyu suddenly woke up from the bed, sat up on the bed dripping with cold sweat, and the iron chains connected to the bedposts on her hands and feet kept shaking.He dreamed of Yan Yuan's tragic death in the hands of the demon king in the world, and he sat in shock for a long time unable to regain his senses.

The door was gently knocked twice from the outside, Ning Zhiyu looked back, the door was carefully pushed open, and then a little brain poked in, and called mother in a childish voice.

I don't know if it's because of too much tossing in the stomach, or because he inherited the clumsiness of the Demon Lord, this child doesn't look very clever, but he knows that Ning Zhiyu hates him, but he is just like his father, shamelessly approaching him , annoying.

Ning Zhiyu's heart gradually stabilized, her eyes turned cold.

Little Tuanzi didn't notice it, and holding a big bowl of beef noodles that didn't match his figure, he walked to the bed step by step, and tried his best to raise his hand to Ning Zhiyu.

"Mother, eat noodles..."

The noodles were just out of the pan, and there was steaming steam above them, and Xiaotuanzi's fingertips were a little red from the heat.

His daily life is taken care of by Mozun himself. Today, Mozun is probably busy. Before he tied his hair, Xiao Tuanzi wore waist-length black hair, and the little black brocade robe on his body was not neatly dressed. The neckline is messed up, like a child without a mother.

There is a mother, but she doesn't love him.

Ning Zhiyu withdrew her gaze, and didn't even look at that immature face.

"go out."

"Mother, eat..." Xiaotuanzi moved closer with the bowl in his hand, and looked at him eagerly.

The voice was thin and soft, gently scratching Ning Zhiyu's heart like the tip of a needle, Ning Zhiyu suddenly raised her finger to the door, and said in a heavy tone, "I tell you to get out!"

The thick iron chain attached to his wrist knocked over the bowl held high in Xiaotuanzi's hand, and the hot noodle soup spilled over Xiaotuanzi's head and face. He let out a short cry of pain, wiped his face with his small hands in panic, and soon His whole face was hot red, and his hands were trembling reflexively.

Ning Zhiyu didn't expect such a result, she stared blankly at Xiaotuanzi beside the bed for a while.

Xiaotuanzi wiped off the soup stains from his hands on his clothes. It was so painful that he couldn't control his strength, and directly wiped off a layer of skin.His pupils were originally red, but the red corners of his eyes were not so obvious at this time.

"...Mother doesn't like noodles."

He looked down at the mess on the ground, and with a wave of his little hand, the broken bowls and food stains disappeared.

"Then Ah Lie will ask the cook to do something else..."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Ning Zhiyu's answer, she turned around and walked outside, poking her head before closing the door and whispering to mother to wait for him.

He didn't know that it wasn't that his mother didn't like noodles, but that she didn't like him.