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Chapter 35

Who knew that when he woke up, he turned his face sideways to call someone drowsily, and what he saw was a pair of black-soled gold-patterned boots.

The visitor laughed, which sounded familiar, and then Song Yuan's chin was lifted slightly, and only then did he see the visitor's face.

Handsome face, long eyelashes and beautiful eyes, gorgeous clothes, the most disturbing thing is the drooping line on the forehead, dark eyes, and a distinct demon appearance.

Sure enough, witch salt.

He looked down at Song Yuan condescendingly, his eyes lingering on the bright red cheeks and jade white neck showing his sickly appearance, and his tone was frivolous and harsh.

"Xiao Daojun, I have been waiting for a long time to sweep the couch."

Looking around briefly, Song Yuan felt dizzy for a while. Unlike the orthodox fairy gate, the demons like to indulge in lust, and the extravagance and carved walls of the majestic universe are the obvious style of the demons.

And if this place cannot be called luxury, then the mortal emperor can only call it living in a chicken coop.

He was wearing a thin and soft moon-white silk garment, and the pillow was made of wind-woven cloud silk with a red gold surface, and the winding red gauze hanging above his head looked like a magic weapon, and the tall pillars carved with magic paintings had no seams at all. , Behind Wu Yan is a golden mural, which seems to be painted with relics. Looking to the left, you can vaguely see the witch standing outside the door.

Wu Yan actually took him away under the nose of Tianxinzong, and even took him to the Demon Realm.

Song Yuan's illness has just recovered, and he has no strength in his body, and his speech is also weak: "You...why?"

Up to now, he is still pretending to be stupid, his big hand suddenly grabbed his chin and raised it, Wu Yan lowered his face, staring at him with pitch-black eyes, his expression was unspeakably dangerous, but his tone was not unhappy: "Why? You still dare to ask why? You lied to me, according to the law of the demons, you should be sentenced to death, cut your throat, and let your blood flow all night."

After finishing the words, it still feels insufficient, "If you still think about some evil stabbing treasures, come and search for me."

Song Yuan was strangled by him and reduced to a chopping board fish. It was hard to resist. He couldn't think of any deception. He just felt that he was injured a few days ago and lost face. He touched his waist with his fingers, thankful that his small and oddly shaped treasure bag was still there.

It must be that the servants of the Demon Race saw it was weird, so they didn't take it off before.

He has fought against Wu Yan many times, and he knows that he is the most difficult person to be impressed by a clever tongue. On the contrary, the more he tries to argue in front of Wu Yan, the faster he will die.

How did he know how things would change in seven years, how did he know that his resignation was so coveted, Wu Yan stared at it for a while, almost forgetting the past, and suddenly realized that he pinched his cheeks red, quickly He withdrew his hand, only to see that Duan Yubai's neck fell down weakly, showing his thin shoulders.

After being ill for a few days, she seems to have lost some weight again, but it seems that she is born to attract people to hold her.

The neck, shoulders, waist, arms, and calf bones are all indescribably attractive.

Wu Yan didn't get enlightened before, so he didn't realize how good-looking Xiao Daojun is. Later, his dream left a mark, and he remembered that he did that thing in prison a few times.

Song Yuan in the prison was powerless, so he could only lean his head on his shoulders, his bones were broken, his breathing was weak, and he didn't know whether to call his name to beg for mercy or to satisfy him, but Wu Yan wished he could die in front of him. body.

However, today's Song Yuan is weaker and weaker than in his dream.

Sitting sideways, with soft arms supporting the upper body, the belts are scattered, the untied hair is messy, the cheeks are sickly red, the head hangs down, and the long eyelashes are trembling.

It's a pity that I don't want to look at myself.

This made Wu Yan suddenly recall how he was so excited before, and hurried to meet this person, but instead he was deceived and humiliated.

"What kind of husband, what kind of Taoist couple, it's just your excuse, Song Yuan, even if you want to lie to me, how dare you make up such an absurd lie."

Song Yuan didn't understand what he meant, so he raised his head and glared at him, and only refuted the first half of the sentence: "What excuses? I do have a husband..." But he naturally wouldn't reveal more information.

Originally thought that Xuexue's loss was already extremely bad, but he didn't want to be reduced to this point himself, how could he dare to say more.

How dare he say such words in front of his own eyes? Wu Yan gasped slightly, his expression contorted for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to grab his shoulder: "I have checked all the cities, towns and villages around the foot of Buzhou Mountain. Xue Xue is such a person! Song Yuan, you can lie to your unintentional sect with such a lie, and a shallow old friend is fine, do you think you can also deceive me?"

How could Xuexue have any registration records in the common world? Song Yuan stared at him. He held his shoulders and couldn't retreat. What are you doing?"

He doesn't understand, whether it's fabricated or true, he can say that he already has a husband, but he still doesn't understand it now.

But Wu Yan understood, he moved his hands up, and slowly put them on both sides of Song Yuan's cheeks, turning his face towards him, until those cold eyes with aggrieved anger stared straight at him.

"So you don't understand," he realized the truth, and smiled angrily, "Song Yuan, you are not surprised, why I made a special trip to find you, why I was more eager than your old friends when we first met, and why I want to send you away now." Captive to the Demon Palace?"

Song Yuan didn't say a word, pretending to be deaf and dumb.

He was annoyed, angry at himself for being negligent, angry at himself for being impulsive, but he was even more puzzled.

I was wondering where I was wrong, even seven years ago, he had nothing to do with Wuyan, why now...

Could it be that the thorn hurts so much when it pricks others? Wu Yan hates it until now.

Xiao Guban began to lose his mind, his expression was the same as when he was tortured in the past, and he could see that he was escaping the present pain with the help of fugue.

Wu Yan narrowed his eyes, his gaze glides over his face coldly: "What are you thinking?"

Before Song Yuan could reply, he asked again: "Is it your fabricated husband? Or those old friends who are like flies around you?"

"Song Yuan, you lied to me." He stretched out his hand and pushed Song Yuan's shoulders, and pushed him onto the bed without resistance, and leaned over to press him down, "I don't believe it, I don't believe that if you have such trouble Husband, how can you be so naive."

Song Yuan fell back into the quilt covered with Zhiyun silk. At first, he looked at the demons covering him in a daze, but soon, his pupils became wider and wider, and a picture that grew wider and wider was reflected. The handsome face of the demons is getting closer.

Most of the low-level demons are born with ugly and unsightly faces, but the high-level demons are different. Not only are most of them beautiful, but they are also full of innate strange charms, as if even the face must have the ability to be deadly.

Wuyan's magic veins are pure and pure, so he is naturally a leader.

But at this time, Song Yuan couldn't arouse the interest in praising the beauty of the demons. Wu Yan looked at him as if he was looking at a prey that could not escape. Tick ​​his soft hair.

Song Yuan was lying under him like those hundreds of dreams, with moist eyelashes and flushed cheeks.

Under the glow of bright candle lamps that never go out in the magic palace, his thick hair spread out between the red beds, his soft and drooping eyes and brows in confusion, his neck and neck that were reflected white by the red beds The arm, the silk dress was too big for him, loose and baggy, and the part of the smooth chest that was displayed on the chest was a formidable temptation for Wu Yan.

So Wu Yan approached, and he slowly approached Song Yuan's ears, his eyelashes were unusually long and thick, they swept lightly across Song Yuan's cheeks, and finally fell on the hair of the human race.

The demon's ruddy lips parted, and a hoarse and seductive voice sounded in the human's ear.

"I will be responsible like a human race. Whether it is a Taoist companion or a queen, you can choose one, you will be high above, and thousands of demons will worship at your feet, as long as you..."

As long as you are willing to.

Who is this teasing?

It wasn't long before Song Yuan woke up from a drowsy mind, and he just felt unhappy when he heard the words. Wu Yan loved this before, pretending to be a beautiful woman to pester him, and provoke his friendship with Du Yi. When we meet again later, he always calls him something "" "Old lover", "good brother".

Treating each other calmly and respecting each other in Lingsu, instead, let him fall into such a situation. Song Yuan knew that he expected that he would be even more rampant if he lost his cultivation, so he only hated and cut off coldly: "What are you crazy about?"

Wu Yan poisoned him once, which almost ruined his cultivation, and also broke Song Yuan's hands and feet, because he wanted to see how the monk's self-healing ability was compared to that of the demons. With such an insidious and cruel person, Song Yuan might be able to do it for a while. Humiliated and humiliated by her incompetence, but in this life she just wants to keep her at arm's length.

"What's crazy? Ha, if you want to think like this, then your brothers and old friends don't have a single good thing, all of them are... How do you humans say, dirty things, dirty seeds ?” Wu Yan spoke in a soft voice at first, but his breath hit Song Yuan’s ears, causing hot flashes and making people uncomfortable.

But the more he talked, the more he thought of the past, he thought of the monk who was full of Buddhist verses, he thought of the moonlight in No. The friend fell on the quilt and held the arm wrapped in white cloth, and gently placed a kiss on the injured arm.

Even worshiping Buddha may not be so pious.

It's really disgusting.

"Am I crazy? I'm afraid they are even more crazy than me. What kind of young Buddha, what kind of genius, what kind of talisman, what kind of beauty in acacia, little Daoist, do you really understand or are you just pretending to deliberately seduce others to go crazy for you?" ?" The feelings that he didn't understand clearly before, have now become an excuse for him to become mad with jealousy, "Don't you know? You have been together before, so they kissed your hand when you were sleepy? They also touched your hand. Through your body, what's more, like me, I want to..."

His last two words were suddenly put lightly, but they rang like thunder in Song Yuan's ears, causing his eyes to widen and his mind to go blank.

Wu Yan also didn't expect that he would be so out of control, as if he was involved in Song Yuan's affairs, it would be difficult for him to deal with things indifferently. He didn't dare to force a move, took advantage of Song Yuan's push, stood up straight, and quickly retreated a little.

He had the intention to back down, but Song Yuan didn't let go, he hardly hesitated, he pushed away the daring vulgar demon, his eye sockets were already red with shock and anger, he stood up, raised his palm, and slapped him hard in the face.

"Snapped--"

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