"I'm asking you, where are you going?!"
The veins on his forehead were about to pop out, and he controlled his emotions and asked word by word, gritting his teeth.
Upon seeing this, Shen Wuyou summoned the Sky Wrath Bow with a twist of his right hand. A flash of red light swirled, and the chilling wing blades pressed directly against his cold, pale neck.
"Where the King goes is none of your business. Let me go!"
Bhagavan's cold gaze made her heart tremble. The sharp blade was gradually approaching his skin as he approached. Even under the pale moonlight, a trace of blood could be seen...
Shen Wuyou saw that he was still approaching silently without saying a word. After several stalemates, she was the first to give in and took back the Sky Wrath Bow.
Seeing this, Bhagavan raised the corners of his lips coldly and asked, "Why don't you continue?"
"You ask me to continue? Wouldn't that be too embarrassing for me?" She thought, she had to change her strategy, this man was not afraid of death at all.
“Heh~”
He chuckled indifferently, his face hidden in a shadow, making it impossible to figure out his emotions.
"Come back with me."
Listen to the tone, it's like a mature and steady husband scolding his wife for not coming home.
Well... although, it seems that is indeed the case.
Shen Wuyou immediately dispelled the strange feeling of guilt in his mind, then raised his chin and said confidently—
"I won't! You have such a bad temper, but I love Feijian's little temper! I've already summoned Feijian to my bed tonight..."
Bhagavan's eyes, as sharp as a cold blade, shot directly at Shen Wuyou, making him feel guilty and softening his tone.
"Shen Wuyou, can you say that again?"
His face turned cold, and he took a step forward and approached her. He grabbed her wrist with one hand and raised it high. Then he looked down at her, his voice icy:
"Tell me, who do you love?"
"Gulp~" Shen Wuyou stared at his inky eyes in a daze, swallowing her saliva. As he pressed on, she kept retreating...
But the words that were said were still so annoying——
"This king said... This king loves... loves—what are you doing! Put this king down!!!"
Without waiting for her to finish, Bhagavan bent down and hugged her waist, then lifted her up on his shoulders and strode back to the Fanwu Palace in anger.
"Bhagavan! Let go of the king! Let go—ah!"
He threw her onto the bed. She bounced a bit and subconsciously supported herself with her hands, but he happened to catch her opportunity. He clamped her hands, turned her over, and then tore off a piece of her robe and tied her hands tightly behind her back.
"You! What are you going to do!?"
She didn't know what method he used to tie her up, and she tried several times but couldn't break free. What was even more infuriating was that she found that her demonic powers seemed to be useless?
Why?
She didn't understand. While she was stunned, the other person had already taken off his outer clothes. His eyes were so dark that you couldn't see the bottom of them. He was staring at her without blinking. While staring at her silently, he took off his inner clothes roughly and quickly.
"Bhagavan! I tell you, even if you are like this, what I like is not uh! Uh uh uh!"
Very good, he has improved and this time he knows how to use his mouth to block hers.
Shen Wuyou twisted his shoulders in resistance, staring with his beautiful eyes, looking fierce and ferocious, but he really didn't seem to have any killing power.
Because Shen Wuyou himself didn't really hate him, he just wanted to provoke him.
But unexpectedly, a copy was accidentally spawned?
Emma, this handsome face, this agile figure, this muscular chest, abdominal muscles, and tight...
Slurp~
Shen Wuyou swallowed unconsciously, his eyes wide open.
Her mind was filled with all sorts of nosebleed-inducing photo albums of the man in front of her, so how could she remember her original purpose?
In the past, she had always been the one who kept pestering him, and he was like a heartless and desireless monk. Who would have thought that when he got lustful, he would become so lustful!
It's really addictive~
"No! Don't take it off! This is the last piece!"
She can’t bear it if you take her clothes off again!
She was afraid that she would be misled by the handsomeness of the man, so she turned her face away and shouted like this.
However, as soon as these words came out, the man who was holding his belt in front of him turned pale, and then he pulled it hard with both hands.
“Sizzle—”
Pants successfully died.
"What? You don't even want to look at me now?!"
He reached out and forcefully turned her face back, forcing her to face him. Waves were surging in her deep eyes, like a tiger in a cage sharpening its claws, growling and panting eagerly.
"Bhagavan calm down! Calm down!"
It was too proactive and she couldn't accept it for a while.
"Okay, I'll calm down..." His chest was obviously rising and falling, but he still restrained himself. Even his hands holding her face were much gentler.
He said, "Tell me, you like me."
“…” Shen Wuyu felt aggrieved.
If it were in the past, she couldn't help but say that she would definitely have to do it.
But now...
"Bhagavan, listen to me. You are the dignified Demon Lord. Even though you have left the Demon Clan, they still hold you in high awe. As long as you return, as long as you are willing, you will have power, influence, beauties, and everything else..."
"Shen! Wu! You!" he spoke, interrupting her endless chatter of what she thought was good for him.
"Really, let's all calm down and discuss this calmly~"
She couldn't help but let out a low cry, because the other party hugged her in his arms, then bit her shoulder mercilessly, as if he wanted to tear her apart and eat her.
"Enough, enough, hiss... Stop... Listen to me, really, I just want you! It hurts... Be gentle... I'm telling you, ah ah ah, I was wrong... Don't bite... I won't say anything more... wuwuwu..."
A faint sweet and fishy aroma gradually lingered in the air...
Bhagavan had already opened his mouth and looked at the wound on her shoulder that he had left. The bright red blood with an alluring fragrance slowly seeped out, staining the white and smooth skin.
He paused, his eyes darkening, and then he leaned forward again. Just when Shen Wuyou thought he was going to bite her again, she suddenly shuddered...
"Sir, don't... don't lick... mmm... it's itchy..."
He didn't listen and directly put his arm around her waist, holding her in front of him, hugging her body with his arms, and his legs tightly holding her resisting legs, locking her whole body in his arms.
Savor it!
"Don't... I feel bad... Sir... I was wrong... wuwuwu..."
It's painful, itchy, and there's a weird sense of shyness. Who can stand it?
But no, the gentleman turned a deaf ear to it. He seemed to have caught some kind of delicacy and was licking it devoutly and fascinatedly, savoring it...
Even so, the wound has healed.
After an unknown amount of time, he finally seemed to notice the trembling of the person in his arms. He stopped moving, pressed her head against his chest, closed his eyes, and sighed:
"Good boy, tell me, what happened?"
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