A member of the Immortal Clan...
So you were born to be on the opposite side of him, right?
An inexplicable anger rose up, and the Demon Lord said sinisterly:
"Then you should stop being an immortal and become a demon."
There are also many cultivators and immortals who have become possessed by demons.
Since we are in different camps, let's change camps.
Mo Qin didn't even consider it, "No."
These two short words are very firm.
The Demon Lord stared at the girl in his arms for a few seconds, and finally he could only lower his eyes, lower his head, and hug the person in his arms tighter and tighter.
As if compromising, he murmured in Mo Qin's ear:
"You've killed quite a few demons recently. If you want me to let you off the hook... don't you have to give me some compensation?"
What good are the demons?
They do all kinds of evil and indulge in their desires and obsessions.
How could he dare force her to become like himself when even he despised himself sometimes?
The Demon Lord would only have the thought of turning the girl into the same person as himself from time to time, but in the end he could not make up his mind to do it.
Mo Qin was a little surprised that the Demon Lord compromised so quickly.
"What compensation?"
The Demon Lord picked up the man and placed him on the table.
The surrounding scene had changed at some point. It was no longer a simple small town inn, but a deep and depressing enclosed space.
He held Mo Qin's waist with one hand, and the other hand fell on the girl's shoulder, slowly sliding towards her collar.
"Of course, do something happy..."
The feeling of worrying about gains and losses, and being afraid of imminent loss, probably needs more intimate contact to fill it.
Only by asking her for more pleasure can I offset that negative emotion a little.
But it only slightly offsets it.
…
A short period of indulgence will not really solve the problem.
It's like treating the head for a headache and the foot for a foot pain, but it never touches the cause of the disease.
If he still can't find a solution, he will become terminally ill and die, right?
Although he had embraced everything he desired most, the Demon Lord only felt sand slipping away from his clenched fingers.
The Demon Lord moved his fingers and slowly grasped the girl's fair and slender wrist.
Mo Qin felt an itch in her wrist, followed by a slight dull pain.
A faint smell of blood emanated.
Mo Qin opened her eyes and looked up at him.
The Demon Lord half-supported his body and scratched the skin on her wrist with his sharp nails.
He dipped his fingertips in blood and drew some runes intently.
Mo Qin wanted to pull her hand back, but was held down.
The Demon Lord slowly raised his eyes and met Mo Qin's gaze, with pleading in his eyes.
"I won't hurt you, but can you..."
Mo Qin hesitated. The previous Demon Lord pretended to be tyrannical and strong in an attempt to cover up his inner fear.
Now he doesn't know whether it is acting or real.
The Demon Lord's blood was slightly darker, and the two mixed together, as if staining the girl's blood as well.
Mo Qin watched him slowly complete the last stroke.
The Demon Lord asked again: "Is it okay?"
This was probably some kind of contract. He just asked if it was possible, but did not explain what the contract was.
Mo Qin pursed her lips, and finally softened her heart.
"Um."
Having just agreed to Mo Qin's request, he added, "If it's some strange, unequal contract, I can't guarantee what I'll do if I find out the truth."
The Demon Lord was about to take action, but paused when he heard this.
His gaze fell on the rune, his long eyelashes trembled, and without saying a word, he silently triggered the formation and signed the contract.
A dark golden light lit up, and the strange symbols became substance, intertwining and merging, finally turning into a ray of light that penetrated into the eyebrows of the two people.
Mo Qin only felt the heat for a moment, like a stream flowing into the sea, and disappeared in an instant.
The Demon Lord smiled sincerely, but with a hint of restraint:
"alright."
Mo Qin looked at him suspiciously, but couldn't see anything.
"What kind of contract is this?"
The Demon Lord blinked, looking somewhat innocent:
"It is something that can connect us closely. You can't betray me, otherwise you will be punished..." I think so too.
He still didn't say what it was.
There were so many skills and techniques from various races that Mo Qin certainly had no way of understanding them all.
Judging from the reaction of the formation just now, Mo Qin felt that this was probably something from the demon clan.
Mo Qin: "Then killing the demons is considered betrayal?"
Demon Lord: “Not really.”
The demon race is a huge whole, not just him, he is just one of them.
He would only put her above himself, so how could he possibly put the entire demon race before her?
He naturally wouldn't stop her from doing what she wanted to do.
Mo Qin glanced at him and asked, "What about the immortals dealing with the entire demon clan?"
Demon Lord: "It's me, not any other demon, let alone the demon clan."
Mo Qin roughly understood and didn't ask any further questions.
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Wenlan sat in Siheng's room. She cast a spell to isolate herself from possible prying eyes from the outside world.
"Ah Heng, what should we do now?"
The immortals talked to each other, making it impossible for them to refuse this temporary companionship.
And they cannot reveal their true purpose.
If they continue to fight like this, it will delay their progress. If those demons catch up...
Those immortals are really an eyesore.
Si Heng's face was stern: "Hold the troops still for now and find a chance to shake them off."
If it were his prime, getting rid of these immortals would be a piece of cake, but now he still has to worry about it.
While Si Heng felt powerless, he also wanted to recover his strength more urgently.
night.
Before Si Heng could rest, he heard a knock on the door.
The fairy who played the flute during the day stood outside the door.
Si Heng said indifferently: "What's the matter, fellow Daoist?"
Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, still a little hesitant in her heart, but she still put on a smile and bowed to Si Heng with an apologetic look:
"I apologize for visiting you so late at night. I just wanted to chat with you."
Zhu Di looked sincere, which made Si Heng's heart skip a beat.
He was afraid that his identity would be discovered.
Si Heng nodded and stepped aside to let him in. "Come in."
Through his words and gestures, Si Heng unconsciously put himself in the position of a powerful person.
As the door was about to close, Zhu Di bowed to Si Heng.
"Little Immortal Zhudi, greetings to the Immortal Lord!"
Si Heng had a gloomy face and stared at Zhudi's head which was lowered towards him, as if he could stare a hole in it.
He flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked to the table and sat down.
Si Heng sneered, "What Immortal Venerable? I don't know what you are talking about."
There was already a warning implied in these words.
Zhu Di bowed to Si Heng in fear, "Immortal Lord, Si Heng, the God of War! Right now, the immortal race is being bullied by the demons. I hope the God of War will return and lead our immortal race to defeat the demons!"
After his identity was revealed, Si Heng clenched his hands on the table into fists, then slowly released them.
"You all know my identity?"
"Yes! The God of War is so gifted, we will not admit our mistake."
End of this chapter
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