Ye Feng wanted to say shamelessly: Give me some face and forget about this surprise attack.
But when he saw Mo Ke's face, he swallowed his saliva and laughed dryly, "Since Young Master Mo Ke has spoken, I naturally cannot refuse. I will definitely do my best to do it."
Mo Ke smiled friendly and said, "Then I'll leave it to you, Brother Ye. Afterwards, in addition to the Demon Heart, I will give you another great gift."
Hearing this.
Ye Feng felt a little comforted.
The shadow dissipated.
Ye Feng sat on the stool, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.
The other side.
The demon territory thousands of miles away.
Inside a palace.
Moko leaned on the throne, tapping the handle of the throne lightly with his fingers.
"Young Master."
A cold voice sounded.
Mo Ke slowly opened his eyes, and a graceful figure in a black tight skirt came into view. The woman was wearing a specially made mask that covered the left half of her face. Only the right side of her face was visible, revealing charm in her coldness, worthy of the description of being the most beautiful woman in the world.
"What is it?"
Mo Ke's expression was calm.
The woman lowered her head slightly. "The Emperor has asked Mo Yan to lead this surprise attack."
Mo Ke sneered: "It seems that my bastard brother is very good at pleasing Father. He even leaves such important matters to him. What's the point of me being the young master?"
The woman didn't answer.
This is the business of the demon royal family.
As an attendant guard, she only needed to report the news and did not need to express any opinions of her own.
"Why don't you speak?"
Moko's eyes flashed with anger.
He needs a follower who can share his emotions, not a cold, dead person who can't even smile.
Just as the woman was about to speak, Mo Ke suddenly appeared in front of her, pinched her chin, and forced her to look up and look at him: "Di Ji, as your father's child, have you always been resentful of me in your heart?"
"Why can I, Mo Ke, be the young master of the demon clan?"
"Why does that bastard Mo Yan get my father's favor?"
"And you are also my father's child, but you can't even use the surname Mo. You can only take your mother's surname."
"You hate me."
"I took you away from your father and made you a maid."
Moke put his face close to Di Ji, with only a finger's distance between their faces. The fragrance of Di Ji made Moke a little addicted. The demons did not care about any ethics or morals. As long as Moke was willing, Di Ji could be his sister, his maid, or even his woman.
Di Ji's eyes were calm, without the slightest fluctuation.
Seeing this.
Mo Ke became more and more angry: "I told you to speak!!"
"No hate."
Di Ji spoke.
Di Ji doesn't hate anyone. She only hates that she is not strong enough. In this demon clan where strength is respected, she can only be a maid and cannot have any other identity.
Hearing this answer, Mo Ke was silent for a moment, then slowly loosened his grip. "When I become the Demon Emperor, I will have you and your mother sleep with me together. Remember! It's you and your mother together!"
Di Ji smiled for once, "Young Master, why don't you want me now?"
Moke did not answer and strode out of the palace.
Di Ji watched Mo Ke go away, and she was the only one left in the palace.
Next second.
Di Ji gave a sarcastic smile.
Mo Ke didn't dare to take her!
As the only person in the world with a congenital poisonous body, Di Ji's body is full of poison. Not to mention close contact, even if you get a little closer, the poison will immediately enter your body.
now.
Mo Ke must have been poisoned.
If you want to make love with someone with a congenitally toxic body in bed, you should first think about whether your physique is strong enough.
Di Ji's gaze passed through the palace and looked into the distance. Thousands of miles away in this direction was the location of the Three Thousand Dao Sect.
"It is rumored that the Three Thousand Dao Sects have collected countless ancient books."
"There must be records of suppressing the innate poison body."
She wants to become stronger.
However, her congenital poisonous body would not only delay her cultivation, but also make her experience the pain of being devoured by thousands of poisons once a month.
If she wants to climb up step by step, or even reach the highest Mahayana stage, she must learn to control her innate poisonous body and turn this poison into a weapon she can use, rather than a torture to torment her.
Next second.
Di Ji's figure turned into a ball of black smoke.
She was not on the list of people who would be raiding the Three Thousand Dao Sect this time, but she wanted to go secretly.
......
"The sword energy on the periphery is too weak."
Lu Hen Ge opened his eyes.
He has now cultivated the sword energy, which means he has stepped one foot into the threshold of swordsmanship. If he wants to cultivate sword bones and bronze skin, he needs a more powerful sword energy.
For Lu Hen Ge, continuing to stay outside the sword energy was a waste of time.
"Go inside!"
Lu Hen Ge stood up without any hesitation and continued walking inside.
The sword energy between heaven and earth became more and more fierce.
A moment later.
Lu Hen Ge could no longer feel the flow of air around him. The dense sword energy filled the entire space.
Lu Hen Ge looked down at his body.
The power and quantity of the sword energy had become extremely terrifying. As it scraped across the body, pieces of flesh and blood fell off, only to be ground into powder the next second. The wounds penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the sword energy left clear cuts on the bones.
Can't go any further.
If I go any further, my body won't be able to bear it.
then.
Lu Hen Ge took out a bunch of raw meat and bone healing pills from his storage ring and stuffed them into his mouth like candy beans.
The flesh and blood that was scraped off his body by the sword energy was immediately replenished by these pills.
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