Chapter 37 The Charming and Destitute Young Master in the Immortal Cultivation Novels 14
The teleportation array was an ancient formation that Lou Mujun had set up in advance. It used tens of thousands of top-grade magic crystals and could cross the barrier between the demon world and the cultivation world and directly teleport people into the demon world.
Therefore, the Demon Lord Lou Mujun, who was still in the mortal world the previous moment, appeared in the hall of the Demon Palace the next moment.
The girl in his arms was still sleeping, her green clothes were thin, and the constant warmth flowing through her body made the Red-Clothed Demon Lord feel warm in his chest.
He waved his hand to let the demon envoy who had come forward to kneel down retreat. The charming smile on his handsome face disappeared. He cast an undisguised aggressive look on the girl in his arms and couldn't wait to carry her to his bedroom.
The Demon Palace is the residence of successive Demon Lords. It is located at the center of power in the Demon Realm and is rarely visited by people from the cultivation world. However, in the imagination of most cultivators, the residence of the Demon Lord should be a place filled with demonic energy and where no living creatures exist.
In fact, it is somewhat different from what we imagine. The demons are dissolute by nature and like to enjoy luxury. Unlike the monks, they do not live a frugal life and pursue enjoyment in eating, drinking and having fun. Therefore, even the caves they live in are mostly built magnificently.
As the palace of the demon clan's supreme ruler, it naturally follows the usual demon clan style. It is gorgeous and magnificent, with black rocks paving the ground, gorgeous carpets covering the entire palace, and bright pearls and jade adorning the walls, illuminating the hall.
The Demon Palace was very large, and the distance from the main hall to his own bedroom was also quite long. The courtyard was deep and winding.
The feeling of holding the warm and soft beauty in his arms was so good that the distance could be covered with just one spell, but he walked the distance step by step while holding the delicate body in his arms.
The room had obviously been specially cleaned, with a white jade floor, pearl and jade lighting, and a gorgeous and exquisite screen covering the inner room. In the depths, a large black bed was surrounded by faint curtains.
After placing the girl in his arms on the bed, Lou Mujun did not leave. Instead, he looked at her calmly for a long time. Finally, he took off his shoes and got on the bed.
He approached the girl, put his arms around her waist, and buried his face in the girl's exposed, slender, white neck.
He took a deep breath, the faint fragrance lingering around his nostrils, and the Red-Clothed Demon Lord hugged the person in his arms tighter. The person he had longed for for a long time finally fell into his arms.
After a long time, the man with half-closed eyes raised his head, his gaze falling quietly on the girl's snow-white neck. The girl's body fragrance seemed to seep out from her bones, which could easily captivate him.
The Demon Lord was born with an unruly temperament. He had originally entered the Sword Sect just to challenge the so-called leader of the cultivation world, but he didn't expect that during his trip to the secret realm, he would be bewitched by a female cultivator.
The delicate neck, the light fragrance, the blush at the corners of the eyes, the trembling body... those scenes in the secret realm appeared in his dreams many times, making him distracted and his emotions surge.
His eyes were dark, and the big hand that was around the waist came to the neck. The slender fingertips traced the smooth texture of the girl's neck. The skin was delicate, and the places where it touched were lightly stained with rouge.
This gorgeous color was exactly the same as the one she looked like after he kissed her that day.
The Adam's apple slid, and the darkness grew thicker and thicker. The Red-robed Demon Lord seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and leaned down again, covering the girl with his whole body, licking every inch of her neck skin.
He didn't know how long he kissed her until the girl in his arms made a slight sound and frowned slightly, then he looked up as if he had noticed something.
Cultivators who cultivate with spiritual energy will always feel a little uncomfortable when entering the demonic world with dense demonic energy. Lou Mujun erected a barrier, restrained the demonic energy in his body, and lay down with the girl in his arms.
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When Nan Qiao woke up, her head was still a little dizzy. She opened her eyes weakly, and there was confusion in her clear eyes.
The girl was slightly startled when she saw the draping red veil.
When did the spiritual servant change the bed curtains?
But you have to say, this bright red gauze is quite beautiful, Nan Qiao thought a little dizzyly. She rarely came into contact with such brightly colored things after her father's death. She didn't like it before, but now she thinks it is good.
The dizziness gradually faded away, my mind began to clear up, and I felt the warmth coming from my side and my waist being obviously restrained by his arms.
Her eyelids closed lazily, she was not surprised. The one month in the Sword Sect had trained her well. She thought Rong Yin had sneaked into her bed again.
Nan Qiao half closed her eyes and sighed silently. She turned her head helplessly: "Immortal Lord, please let me go..." But the handsome but unfamiliar face beside her made her stop talking.
who is he?
Doubts immediately came to Nan Qiao's mind. She was a little stunned, and there was obvious confusion in her bright eyes which had not yet dissipated the confusion.
The girl who just woke up was beautiful and dreamy. The way she looked up at people made people feel soft-hearted. Lou Mujun smiled softly and gently stroked her face.
"Awake? Do you still feel uncomfortable?" He used magic energy to knock the girl unconscious. Although it would not cause any harm, a slight feeling of suffocation was inevitable.
Nan Qiao didn't say anything, staring at the person in front of her in a daze. The man in red clothes who was circling her had his eyes raised like cold stars, but there was an evil tone in his words and smile.
This was a very handsome man, but Nan Qiao didn't know him.
The warmth of fingertips on her cheek woke Nan Qiao up as if from a dream.
The stranger in front of her was getting closer and closer. She wanted to retreat, but the handcuffs around her waist blocked her way. She could only frantically stretch out her arms and press against the man's chest. Her bright eyes were filled with tears and panic.
The helpless look of the girl made the man in front of her curl his lips and smile again. He held the hands that were against his chest with one hand and buried his head in the girl's neck again.
Nan Qiao didn't move and could only let him play with her. The feeling of helplessness at the mercy of others in the secret realm once again swept over her body.
The senses in her neck were too sensitive, and she bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth. She stared aimlessly into the void, her eyes filled with tears, helpless and pitiful.
The man whose passion was aroused gradually became unsatisfied. He raised his head with a heavy breath, and his scarlet eyes fell on the girl's plump lips, as if he could no longer hold back and kissed her.
The girl being kissed tilted her head back, forced to accept all the pleasure given by the man in front of her, like a swan waiting to be slaughtered.
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The life of a cultivator is long, and nearly a month passes in the blink of an eye.
The Demon Palace was festooned with lights and decorations, a break from its usual cold and quiet atmosphere. Demon servants and servants came and went, carrying gifts, creating a bustling atmosphere. This scene didn't resemble the demonic realm, but rather resembled a mortal celebration.
The Demon Lord is marrying the Demon Queen, a grand event in the demon world. However, the demons are puzzled by the scene of red silk filling the room and colorful lights. They have heard that the Demon Queen is a cultivator, so why does the Demon Lord want to use the etiquette of a mortal marriage?
They were worried, but they didn't dare to relax. The demons had always respected the strongest, and every demon lord had ascended to the throne by stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
This Demon Lord was even more brutal. He killed all the demons who disobeyed him in the demon clan, and finally sat on the throne of the Demon Lord by stepping on piles of bones.
Remembering the cruelty of the Red-robed Demon Lord who killed demons like flies, the demons couldn't help but shudder and dared not think about it anymore.
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At this time, the Demon Lord, who was feared by all the demons, lowered his head and coaxed the beautiful woman in his arms with soft words.
Nan Qiao closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting shadows, and she didn't even look at the man whispering beside her.
Ever since the great war between cultivators and demons a thousand years ago, cultivators' rejection of the demons has been almost ingrained in their bones. So it is understandable that when the girl woke up and found herself from the demon clan, and the man toying with her was the Demon Lord, she felt rejection and fear in her heart.
The Demon Lord next to her was still wearing a bright red robe. He held her tightly with his strong arms and played with her hands carefully. He didn't mind even if she treated him coldly.
The two of them snuggled on the couch, and on the jade table not far away was placed the wedding dress, which was specially made by Lou Mujun according to the style of the mortal world.
The brocade used was from the cultivation world, which was soft and smooth, and the patterns embroidered with gold threads were delicate and fine. The demon world did not have such craftsmanship. In order to create such a wedding dress, the demon lord even sent people to abduct several craftsmen with extraordinary skills from the mortal world.
"Qiao Qiao, try this wedding dress to see if it fits." He stroked the girl's neck covered with red marks with his fingers, a satisfied smile on his face, but his eyes were full of doubts.
"If it doesn't fit, I'll ask the embroiderer to make some changes."
His tone was intimate and there was a sense of negotiation in his words, as if he was discussing marriage matters with his lover.
Nan Qiao turned away with a hint of disgust. She wasn't his lover. On the surface, the man seemed easy to talk to, but his inner self-centered nature had become clear over the past few days. He seemed to be talking to her, but in reality, he wanted everything about her to be dictated by his will.
He took care of everything including food, clothing, housing and transportation, and even held her on his lap and fed her during meals.
Having just left the wolf's den and entered the tiger's den, Nan Qiao's drooping eyes showed a trace of regret. If he had known that he would leave the Sword Sect at that time, he would have returned to Penglai Pavilion directly.
The man beside her ear was still chattering, and Nan Qiao became more and more impatient. She raised her eyelids and looked at the hanging gauze curtain. She felt scared and turned her head and covered his lips with her hand.
"Shut up, stop talking!"
"I don't want to be your Taoist partner."
Seeing that she had successfully covered her mouth, she tilted her head back and looked at people, a smug look on her face.
Lou Mujun chuckled and stopped talking. He just gently held the girl's hand and kissed it on his lips.
The girl, abducted to the demonic realm, could not hide her fear, and spent the entire day in a gloomy, scowling state. It was rare to see a hint of liveliness between her brows now, and even if her lips said something he didn't like, he couldn't bear to criticize her.
"Qiaoqiao, do you like this earthly etiquette?" He turned a deaf ear to the girl's resistance and continued to be intimate.
"I said, I don't want to be your Taoist partner!"
"I am a cultivator and you are a demon. We should not be partners." Nan Qiao became anxious when he saw that the person in front of him was unmoved and still insisted on becoming a partner with him.
Not to mention the difference in status, there was no way she would agree to become a Taoist partner with someone she had only known for less than a month.
She had already changed out of her green dress and was now wearing a vibrant, wide-sleeved gown. Her skin was whiter than snow, her hair was black as satin, her lips were red, her face was jade-like, and her eyes were lacquered. Her slender white neck still bore the marks of pleasure, and she looked up at him with a delicate and sympathetic expression.
However, the eagerness and resistance on the girl's face were so obvious that the smile on Lou Mujun's lips faded, and then he hugged her tightly into his chest, as if he wanted to hold her in his bones and blood.
"Qiao Qiao, are you worried about causing criticism?" The body in his arms was soft and boneless. He stroked the skin on her cheek carefully. The skin under his fingers was soft and delicate. He laughed hoarsely.
"Don't worry, I won't let anyone disturb us."
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