Su Rongjin suddenly turned around, staggered to her feet, and rushed over to hug her.
Fu Sang was almost knocked to the ground by him. Her soft body was held tightly in the man's arms, as if he wanted to etch her into his bones.
Su Rongjin hugged her tightly, as if he had found a lost and precious treasure.
"Master." His voice was still hoarse.
Fu Sang stirred in his arms, poked her little head out, and said, "The lightning tribulation didn't kill me, are you trying to suffocate me?"
Su Rongjin let go of her hand helplessly, then reached out her well-defined knuckles and grabbed her shoulders.
Just as Fu Sang raised her head, his exceptionally handsome face loomed close and he suddenly kissed her lips.
"Hmm~" She widened her eyes.
Su Rongjin kissed her fiercely, like a wild beast swallowing its prey, forcefully capturing her delicate lips and entwining them with his tongue.
Fu Sang's body went limp and she collapsed into his arms, barely managing to stand by leaning against him.
She felt his scent permeating her entire body, her tongue tingling from being sucked, and her breath feeling as if he were swallowing her whole.
This kiss was more intense than ever before.
Fu Sang thought vaguely that if he continued kissing her, he would faint from the kiss.
"Hmm~"
He noticed her strong resistance.
Su Rongjin released her lips, panting slightly as he looked at the woman whose cheeks were flushed.
"Master."
"Yes," she replied instinctively.
Su Rongjin's tall figure completely enveloped her, his chin resting on her shoulder.
"Feel sorry."
Fu Sang was somewhat surprised by his apology, and at the same time, he was a little puzzled.
Su Rongjin said in a low voice, "I shouldn't have been away from you, putting you in danger..."
He dared not imagine what he would become after losing her.
He might become like the legendary fallen immortal, Master Hengqing, a madman who only knows how to kill.
Fu Sang remained motionless as he held her.
She could hear the undisguised regret and pain in his tone, which made her heart clench.
"I'm fine," Fu Sang patted his shoulder and said, "Let go of me first, there's too much dust in this place."
The palace had become a pile of ruins; it was certainly no place for a human to stay.
Su Rongjin stretched out his long, strong arms and suddenly picked her up and flew outside.
"They're out, they're out..."
The demonic cultivators were astonished to see their lord, who looked down upon all living beings, appear carrying a woman as if she were a priceless treasure.
Zhong Ziyan instinctively hid in the crowd.
"Greetings, Demon Lord..."
The demonic cultivators all knelt down.
Even if Zhong Ziyan didn't want to, she had to kneel down and kowtow.
Su Rongjin put Fu Sang down, put one arm around her slender waist, and asked in a cold tone, "What's the deal with the demonic cultivators in my palace?"
Someone actually took advantage of Master's promotion to launch a sneak attack on him.
The demonic cultivator sensed the chilling, bloodthirsty intent in the Demon Lord's tone and trembled, unable to utter a word.
Su Rongjin narrowed his dark eyes, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.
The demonic cultivators felt their bones cracking and collapsed to the ground, unable to withstand the oppressive force.
"Lord Demon Lord, spare me..."
Fu Sang glanced around the crowd and spotted Zhong Ziyan kneeling in the corner.
Why did the demonic cultivator suddenly attack her...?
Someone is definitely behind this, and that person must be Zhong Ziyan, since she is the only one in the Demon Sect who wants to get rid of her.
"Who ordered you to hurt me?"
The demonic cultivators lowered their heads and remained silent.
Su Rongjin's handsome face was covered with frost as he coldly shouted, "Speak now!"
“It’s her—” the demonic cultivator pointed at Zhong Ziyan.
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