Binding the Dragon for the Empress

When the demon king was alive, he boasted that he was romantic, and the demon concubine took tens of millions of money, but he would not refuse to accept anyone who offered to come to his door.However, it is a pity that from birth to death, he became a resentful soul, and he is still a child devil.

There is no reason for it.

Because he is frigid.

No matter how beautiful, the plump and beautiful white beauty is sent to his arms, it will not arouse his interest. At most, he will pretend to drink a few glasses of wine in his arms. After the banquet is over, he will not touch it.

Baskets after baskets of concubines were brought in, and they were allowed to compete and be jealous in the harem, in order to silence the elder brother.In the past, when he didn't marry a wife, his elder brother said that he was a devil's son in vain. He didn't even marry a wife, and he didn't have a son.

Later, when the harem was full of women, the elder brother frantically urged him to reproduce, but he stopped him without saying a word, perhaps because he was afraid of hurting his self-esteem, the two elder brothers didn't say anything after that, and let him go.

Mozun doesn't think it hurts his self-esteem. Those coquettish witches are vulgar things in the world. If it's not necessary, he won't bother to talk to him. His hobby is to cultivate the magic core. Overlord of the Eight Desolation.

On the day of the battle between gods and demons, when Xuanlong led the heavenly soldiers to resist the invasion of the demons, he was already in defeat. Who knows that when he was in decline, he burned half of his soul power to wash the god Nanling with blood, and tried his best to block the demons. The magic blade that killed his elder brother died.

Both gods and demons were wounded, General Xuanlong died in battle, the Emperor of Heaven broke into the demon world and slaughtered nearly half of the creatures, his family members were wiped out, only him, the remaining soul has been floating in the world for thousands of years, condensed with a ray of resentment, and reunited When he gained consciousness, he found himself in a human body.

This person is Ning Zhiyu.

Even Mozun himself didn't know why his soul chose Ning Zhiyu, probably just like what he had said to Ning Zhiyu before, his body was clean enough to accommodate all evil spirits.

But even so, his body still decayed because it carried another soul that did not belong to him.

Mozun cannot leave him for too long, if Ning Zhiyu dies, his soul will be wiped out soon.

So, whatever the reason, he had to make sure the man was alive.

But...how can I help?

While distracted, Ning Zhiyu got up from the bed, knelt on the bed, hooked the demon king's neck with her bony and boneless arms, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, the cold temperature made him feel very comfortable, He hugged Mozun tightly and refused to let go, buried his face in the crook of his neck, unconsciously rubbing against the cool skin.

Mozun's body froze, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he looked down.

Ning Zhiyu's long hair fell behind her back, covering her whole body in spring, with a few strands of sweaty hair sticking to her forehead, her upturned nose was agitated slightly because of the pain, he was born clean, and his face was dyed cherry red at this moment , It is as delicate as a hibiscus emerging from water.

I actually had a reaction... because of a man?

The other party didn't touch him at all, Ning Zhiyu was dissatisfied with this, he thought that person was Yan Yuan, opened his out-of-focus eyes, and went to take off his clothes. How could it be so easy to take off, Ning Zhiyu was scratching and pulling on his body, but couldn't take it off, she was so wronged that she burst into tears, her nose twitched from crying, which was very different from his usual quiet appearance .

"You all bully me, even you bully me, dislike my poor health..."

"I just want to get closer to you. Is it that difficult to be a real couple..."

"He can give birth to you, so can I. Tonight, I want to give birth to you..."

Mozun looked at him without words: "You look ugly when you cry, you better stop crying."

Ning Zhiyu suddenly calmed down, lowered her head and murmured: "It was because I thought I was ugly, so I didn't touch me... I was born very different from Xuanlong, no wonder you always treat me coldly at this time..."

Mozun recalled Xuanlong's appearance, and said: "I think you are better-looking."

Ning Zhiyu raised her head happily, and said with a smile, "Do you think I'm good-looking?..."

Before Mozun could speak, the man suddenly grabbed his hand and fell backwards. Mozun was caught off guard by him and pulled down. He pressed his body in front of him and supported the bed with his arms.

Ning Zhiyu raised her legs and hooked the demon's waist, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her breath sprayed on his face.Mozun didn't breathe, and he didn't have a heart, but he felt a tightness in his heart for no reason, and his Adam's apple moved slightly.

"Then let's have a baby... shall we?"

"If one day I'm gone, there are children who can accompany you..."

Demon Venerable: "..."

The night of wine and the effects of drugs deprived Ning Zhiyu of his sanity. At this time, he was completely controlled by another Ning Zhiyu who was completely different, that was the bold and unrestrained Ning Zhiyu who had been suppressed in the depths of his soul for a long time.He is different from a person who endures sadness and pain alone in daily life. He will say and do whatever he thinks at this time without any scruples.

The intensified hotness in the depths of his body and the indifference of the other party made him feel aggrieved, and he begged in a low voice: "Yuan, please hug me...you don't even hug me..."

Mozun stood up with a cold face.He has no interest in being a stand-in.

Ning Zhiyu grabbed his wrist and said nonsense: "Don't leave, if you leave, I won't love you anymore..."

Mozun looked at him expressionlessly, wiped away the tears from the corners of Ning Zhiyu's eyes with his thumb, and rubbed his skin flushed: "Hmph, you have thought clearly, don't turn your face and deny the devil when you wake up tomorrow."

Ning Zhiyu didn't know the pain either, she stared at him with hazy black eyes: "I'll be happy if you don't leave."

Mozun exuded hostility all over his body, and with a wave of his hand, the black and red battle robe on his body disappeared like specks of dust. He pulled Ning Zhiyu's legs and put them on his thin waist, and leaned closer. The tip of the nose of the unconscious man almost touched him.

"You don't regret it."

"This deity has no hobbies to overpower others."

Ning Zhiyu murmured blankly: "What are you regretting..."

The Mozun sneered: "Hmph, there is no difference between you and those lascivious witches of the Mozu."

Ning Zhiyu endured the discomfort, and raised a finger to touch the demon's lips: "Don't compare me with others..."

Mozun's red eyes darkened, and after a few breaths, Ning Zhiyu trembled and groaned, he was always crying, but now he was quiet, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he didn't cry out for pain, but he talked a little too much, Looking at the Demon Venerable, he asked softly.

"I look good in black clothes..."

Mozun's hand pinching his waist suddenly exerted force, and said with a dark face: "It's ugly."

Ning Zhiyu seemed a little sad, after being quiet for a long time, she asked again: "What about Xuanlong?..."

"Shut up and stop talking."

Mozun tried his best to make him unable to speak again, and finally he did.

The boy demon's skills are really not that good, he doesn't even have a beginner, and the mattress under his body is stained with dark red blood stains. After seeing it, the demon king felt very puzzled.

Men also fall red? ...

His brother never taught him this kind of thing.

I guess there are.

Thinking of this, Mozun is quite happy, after all, he is Ning Zhiyu's first man, and he is also his first... Bah, what do you want to do so much.

It's just because he ate Hehuansan by mistake, and it's just a cure for him. In the future, when the spirit is rebuilt, the bridge will return to the bridge, and no one will hinder anyone.

The sky outside the window was gradually brightening, Ning Zhiyu had already passed out, the first time Mozun had done this with a person, he thought it was very good, after a few times, he still had some taste, but seeing the flushing on the face of the person under him faded, When he returned to paleness, he knew that the effect of the medicine had faded.

There is no need to continue.

He has been away from the host's body for too long, the power of the soul has weakened, and the original entity has become slightly transparent. It is obviously the best choice to go back immediately, but after all, it is not very good to leave people behind.

So she lay down on Ning Zhiyu's side, covered him with a quilt, and fell asleep on the outside.

Ning Zhiyu breathed steadily, Mozun looked at his distinct eyelashes, and thought it was strange, he never thought that one day he would share the bed with a human race.

After a while, Mozun quietly lifted the quilt and moved closer to Ning Zhiyu, grabbed his hand, put it under his face, closed his eyes, and still drowned himself in drowsiness.

When the soul leaves the body, being closer to the host will make him feel better.

Ning Zhiyu's illness was repeated, and she didn't sleep at the exact time, and it was common for her to fall asleep until the sun was up. Therefore, the palace servants on duty outside the palace didn't notice anything unusual, and dutifully waited outside for the queen to call her.

Until noon, there was still no movement from the hall, Qing Mei became a little anxious, thinking that something happened, she began to knock on the door of the hall.

"The Queen Mother..."

Ning Zhiyu slept peacefully, and did not wake up, but the Demon Lord woke up at the slightest disturbance. He glanced at the people beside him, turned his head towards the outside of the hall, and imitated Ning Zhiyu's voice and tone.

"Qingmei, I have to lie down for a while and call you later."

Qingmei didn't doubt that he was there, and retreated with peace of mind.

Mozun had just returned to Ning Zhiyu's body for an hour, and now his body had turned into a solid body. He found that having sex with this person seemed to have the effect of stabilizing the soul, and the original cracks in the soul were repaired a little.

Just as he was thinking, he saw the sleeping man slowly opened his eyes.

One person and one demon looked at each other, but Mozun felt uncomfortable first.Ning Zhiyu moved her body, her eyebrows furrowed in pain, and she let out a low snort.

"Are you OK?"

Ning Zhiyu was stunned by this familiar voice, her senses returned completely, her pupils slowly expanded: "It's you..."

The person in front of him had fiery red hair, a handsome face, and blood-red eyes that were inherently cold, but for some reason he looked a little nervous at this moment.

It was an unfamiliar face, but the voice was very familiar to Ning Zhiyu, this was the Demon Lord living in his body.The severe pain under her body made Ning Zhiyu's face turn pale, she sat up on the bed, hugged the quilt and shrank aside in a daze.

Wasn't it Yan Yuan last night? ...

Why is this monster lying next to him.

Where's Yuan? ...

He's gone...yes...he's gone...

Mozun then sat up and said, "You won't sleep like a fool."

"...What happened to us?" Ning Zhiyu asked softly.

Mozun hesitated for a moment: "You have won Hehuansan."

"This deity is..."

Ning Zhiyu sat there without moving, uttering a word weakly: "Get lost."

Mozun clenched his fists, "What did you say?"

"I said, get out."