Chapter 389 Come closer to me, please

If you don’t run, you’ll die!

Asking why you are running? Is this a question a human being can ask?

To the left of the man in black.

The child stood there in a daze, holding a string of candied haws in his hand.

The candied haws are coated with sugar and are crystal clear.

The sword just now landed on the merchant's back, and hot blood splattered out.

Tick.

Tick.

Blood rolled down the crystal sugar coating.

The child's pants were open and hot urine was coming out of his little pussy.

The man in black curled his lips, and his three-white eyes moved down and fixed on the child.

"You're not running?"

"Courageous."

"Then I'll kill you first."

A few words fell lightly.

The blood-stained sword was raised again.

The blood has not yet dried, and new blood is needed.

A soft sword pierced through.

Accompanied by a warm light source.

Like the sun.

Like the morning sun.

The rising warmth.

The man in black was distracted for a moment, and the soft sword stabbed straight into his heart.

Twisted again and again.

What followed.

It was the burning sun and the intense pain.

The pain did not cause the man in black to fall to the ground.

The moment the soft sword pulled out the flesh and bones, blood spurted out.

The pair of eyes with three white spots looked at the newcomer and lit up at a speed visible to the naked eye, gradually changing from the boring killing to excitement.

"The most yang body."

The Demon Lord wiped the blood off his face.

Looking at the pierced heart excitedly.

The wound spread little by little with no signs of healing.

Spreading with burning.

The Demon Lord was so excited that his whole body was trembling.

"I've waited."

"The most yang body."

"Hahahahahaha, I've finally been waiting for this."

The corners of his mouth gradually widened, his eyes became strangely excited, and he stared straight at the person who came.

Her black hair was tied up high and her white clothes were like clouds.

Just like that, she passed by him and took the child away.

Hair sweeping face.

Leave behind the scent of tassel flowers.

There is also a soft sword to strangle the neck.

The head fell to the ground.

The smile still hung on the corner of his mouth.

The child fell into a warm embrace, and then he came to his senses and burst into tears.

The candied haws fell.

Roll all the way to the side of the head.

"Mother! Mother!"

The child cried heart-wrenchingly in front of the corpse next to the stall.

Ye Xingzhou glanced over the head.

His brows furrowed.

The Demon Lord died too quickly.

No resistance, no attack.

And he was smiling pervertedly.

Ye Xingzhou covered the child's eyes and took two steps forward.

The heart that had just been pierced by his soft sword had expanded more than twice its size.

There were burn marks all around the wound.

Even the broken neck was burning.

Ye Xingzhou lowered his eyes and looked at the sword in his hand.

It was the soft sword that Gu Qingshan gave him.

The afterglow of the sun is reflected, floating on the sword.

Reflecting the distress in Ye Xingzhou's eyes.

When did you get the extremely Yang energy?

Could it be that because he always carries it with him, it has picked up the scent?

His extremely yang energy restrained the Demon Lord's extremely yin body, so that's why there were burn marks on the wound?

The next moment.

The world was spinning.

The weight in my arms disappeared along with the child's cry.

Ye Xingzhou opened his eyes.

The familiar aroma of meat buns fills the air.

A vendor selling fried cakes from a cart, and a child squatting in the corner playing with ants.

The sunset is dazzling.

A man in black walked slowly towards them, holding a sword.

Ye Xingzhou was stunned.

What's going on?

Starting over again?

Why did the Demon Lord appear earlier this time?

Before he could resolve his doubts, when the Demon Lord swung his sword, Ye Xingzhou drew out his soft sword and quickly walked towards him.

The Demon Lord raised his sword to block, and the sword in his hand, which was emitting black air, broke into two pieces in an instant.

The sound of swords clashing instantly scared everyone around and made them run away.

The Demon Lord held the broken sword in his hand, the excitement in his eyes almost overflowing.

"The most yang body."

The same dazed look.

Same heart-wrenching beheading.

Ye Xingzhou didn't blink this time.

The scenes are still switching rapidly.

The fleeing crowd of vendors receded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The third time.

Ye Xingzhou returned to the starting point.

The smell of meat buns still lingered, but the child playing with ants in the corner was gone.

Accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

Ye Xingzhou's eyes searched subconsciously.

There was a pile of corpses on the ground.

The Demon Lord held a sword and slowly entered the city.

At this time, the setting sun disappeared behind the mountain.

A ray of light passed over the corpses on the ground.

The time of each rollback is delayed.

And the replay is all after killing the Demon Lord.

Ye Xingzhou took out the rope to tie up the immortals.

Three steps away.

The Demon Lord paused.

That warm feeling like the sun came again.

His smile widened.

Throw away the sword in your hand.

He let the rope fall from the sky and tie him up.

A kick to the abdomen.

The Demon Lord fell to the ground, coughing in pain.

The cough gradually stopped.

He raised his head, staring at Ye Xingzhou with his three white eyes, his bloodstained face handsome and strange.

The bound hands also had burn marks.

He ignored the pain and hooked his finger at Ye Xingzhou.

"Come here, come a little closer."

Amidst the trembling, there is an unsuppressible desire.

It was like a fish that had fallen to the ground and was dying from lack of oxygen, and then saw the water source again.

Desirable.

Eager.

Obsessed.

Calling Ye Xingzhou to come closer.

Ye Xingzhou frowned.

The Demon Lord’s reactions were different three times.

The first time, he was unexpectedly stunned and was easily killed by Ye Xingzhou.

The second time, he subconsciously raised his sword to block, but after reacting, he did not resist and died again.

Every time the Demon Lord dies, the game will be replayed.

This time, the Demon Lord simply threw away his sword and allowed himself to be tied up.

He also begged Ye Xingzhou.

Begging, come closer.

He looked so happy, like a pervert.

Ye Xingzhou pointed his sword at the Demon Lord's neck.

"Is it you who did this?"

He looked at Ye Xingzhou and uttered a few words like a madman.

"I like it. I like it very much."

For thousands of years.

I felt pain for the first time.

For the first time, I felt warmth.

It was so comfortable that even the violent murderous intent was suppressed.

Yes, sunshine.

Start by staying alive.

Searching for sunshine for a thousand years.

"Come closer to me."

"Please."

He knelt on the ground, his body bound with ropes.

Just use your knees to move forward little by little.

The upturned face is filled with pain, pleasure, and infinite desire.

His pupils trembled as he knelt devoutly at Ye Xingzhou's feet.

The sword blade drew a bloody mark on the throat.

"How did you reset time?"

Ye Xingzhou took three steps back, moved away and asked again.

This demon lord seems to be mentally ill.

Even after being kicked, she approached him with a satisfied look on her face.

It doesn't say that the extreme yang energy will make the other person feel good.

As the distance widened, the violent murderous intent in his body began to stir again.

The Demon Lord moved forward on his knees.

"Extreme Yin Body."

"I am an extremely yin body."

"Don't go away, stay close to me."

His voice trembled with extreme excitement.

The moment he finished speaking, he bit the token on Ye Xingzhou's waist, and his tongue and lips were instantly burned off a layer of skin.

The pain was so severe that tears welled up in his eyes, but he was content to accept it.

This action.

Overlapping with a different face.

Ye Xingzhou instantly thought of the vengeful spirits in the ghost market.

Two demon lords.

Ghost market seal.

Infinitely resurrected ghosts.

My mind suddenly became clearer.

A line gradually connects.

The Demon Lord from a hundred years ago died.

He was killed by the Demon Lord hiding in Lingjian Peak.

But he did not die in the true sense.

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