Just as he was thinking about it, the Demon Lord who had been unconscious beside him suddenly moved.
Shen Wuyou's brain, which was in a mess, was sensitive to his faint moan, and he seemed to be in great discomfort.
She immediately possessed him, putting aside all the complicated things in her mind and concentrating on observing the Demon Lord's movements.
Seeing his brows slightly furrowed, she thought for a moment, then reached out to smooth them.
Her cool fingertips were suddenly burned by his burning forehead. She subconsciously withdrew her hand, only to see that the Demon Lord's brows furrowed even more, as if he was experiencing something very disgusting and terrible.
"grown ups?"
She called softly, tentatively.
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed that the other person's fingers on the stone bank began to curl up consciously. She was immediately delighted and gently shook his arm, trying to wake him up from that bad dream.
"Sir? Sir, wake up! Wake up!"
Shen Wuyou's voice is like a clear mountain spring, cool and pleasant, and does not make people feel noisy. Instead, it gives people a comfortable and cozy feeling of harmonious music.
Bhagavan, who was struggling with the nightmare and gradually emitting a terrifying demonic aura, suddenly opened his eyes.
There were many complex and indescribable colors hidden in those eyes, but the overall look was dark and gloomy.
He hadn't yet realized who was next to him. He only felt that someone was approaching him fearlessly, so he instinctively reached out with his long arm and dragged Shen Wuyou, who had no time to rejoice, into the potion.
"thump--!"
“Clatter, clatter…”
Shen Wuyou suddenly fell into the water, and was caught off guard and inhaled a sip of the crimson liquid in the medicine pool. All her clothes were soaked, revealing her graceful and attractive curves.
But at this moment she had no time to cover herself, because the severe pain in her neck and the strong murderous intent behind her forced her to realize that her life was over at any moment.
"Sir...don't! It's me...Shen Wuyou..."
She was now being held firmly against the chest of the suddenly awakened Bhagavan. One of his arms was firmly pinned around her waist, preventing her from moving. The other arm was locked around her throat, his strong, powerful fingers gripping her slender neck.
She had no choice but to press the back of her head against his shoulder, her petite body almost completely embedded in his huge body.
At that moment, she even felt that her neck was about to be broken and she was about to die.
After a moment of surprise, Carrot Head rushed over and pulled his hair, trying to make him let go, but ended up falling on his butt.
"Let Wuyou go! Otherwise I will poison you!"
Trembling all over, it summoned the Sansha crossbow that Shen Wuyou had given it, and tremblingly aimed it at the back of his head, while pretending to be calm and threatening him.
However, just as the arrow was shot, the opponent, without even raising his head, stretched out two fingers and locked it tightly. Then the next moment, "bang!" it shot back to the ground under Carrot Head's feet. The small scissors smashed a deep hole the size of a palm on the hard ground.
“…”
Carrot Head's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, fainting.
Because of her posture, Shen Wuyou looked up at him at this moment and saw that a pair of deep eyes filled with sadness suddenly restrained all expressions and became indifferent and cold.
"Feel sorry."
His voice was low and hoarse, and his half-closed eyes stared straight at the woman in his arms.
His chest vibrated slightly because of the sound he made, and his body was warming up quickly. The scorching heat behind him and the coolness in front of him mixed together, which made Shen Wuyou, whose skin was pressed against his, feel inexplicably shy for a moment.
Her eyes dodged a little unnaturally, and she felt that the hand that was strangling her neck had left. She tried to break free from his embrace, but found that his arms were as hard to move as a rock.
This...is unscientific!
Shen Wuyou was completely confused. It was obvious that his cultivation level should be far inferior to his own, so why did it feel like he couldn't do anything to him?
And...it was obvious that when he was still unconscious, his breath was so weak that he could die at any time.
But why, as soon as he woke up, did that powerful and domineering demonic energy suddenly come with him?
If Shen Wuyou hadn't placed her hands on his wrists to confirm that he was indeed in a state of loss, she would have really thought that the Demon Lord was just joking...
How could she know that before Bhagavan became a demon, he had always been a child who loved martial arts.
But later, something like that happened, and his life became bleak. The martial arts he once loved became a way of torturing himself in the darkness and despair again and again.
Military power is improving day by day.
So even if his cultivation has been completely dissipated now, he can still create a world for himself with his martial arts alone.
It's just that he doesn't want to...
Shen Wuyou tried hard to break free from his shackles, but the other party tightened them so much that his stomach hurt.
"Sir..." Her eyes were misty and she looked up at him pitifully, not understanding what he meant.
The crimson eye corners and charming eyes are enough to captivate everyone. The enchanting and gorgeous appearance matched with the misty black eyes looks charming and alluring.
The water is shimmering and looks pitiful.
All her clothes were soaked and were now sticking to her fair and smooth skin. The snow-white skin and the crimson of desire formed a strong visual impact.
Not to mention...
On her slender neck, a drop of crimson liquid slowly slid down, flowing from her graceful neck to her delicate collarbone, and then from her collarbone into the groove of her chest...
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