Ming Teng, you are getting too far."
Ming Teng's ears felt hot, and he opened his innocent eyes, pressing his fingers on Fu Yu's waist and kneading it gently.
He picked up the neatly tied belt with his fingers and wrapped it around his fingers little by little.
The immortal pendant swayed between the two of them, adding a hint of indescribable ambiguity.
It was as if he was pulling the noble Immortal Fu Yu down from the altar bit by bit.
"Master, I am really distressed. You are the most loving to me. Please be kind to me."
Ming Teng, who had been widowed for hundreds of years, learned it by himself.
When Fu Yu's lips were about to fall on his forehead, he decisively raised his head and kissed Fu Yu.
From being young and immature, to being familiar, to being obsessed.
It was just a moment.
Fu Yu narrowed his eyes.
Ming Teng's snake tail swam slowly, and its golden scales looked hard, but were actually as soft as feathers, causing ripples on her skin.
Fu Yu pinched Ming Teng's chin.
"Do you know what you're doing?"
"I'm sorry, I can't help myself..."
Ming Teng dragged out the last syllable like a spoiled child, straightened his back, and rubbed Fu Yu's plain clothes bit by bit with his strong muscles.
This is his only advantage.
He is young, he is strong, he has many tricks and he works for a long time.
These are advantages that the old antiques in the fairy world can never achieve.
Besides, he is the Demon Lord.
It would be perfectly normal to ask the Heavenly Palace to marry Fu Yu under the pretext of peace between immortals and demons.
The old men in the Heavenly Palace had no reason to refuse.
However, Ming Teng didn't want Fu Yu to marry him unwillingly.
It takes time for Fu Yu to transform Ming Teng from a disciple to a Taoist partner.
He is willing to wait.
But during this period, he had to invade Fu Yu's world little by little, dispel her sense of boundaries, and make her not resist his approach and ambiguity.
He has always been very good at this, hasn't he?
Fu Yu lived in the Demon Palace as Master Ming Teng.
In name, it was to heal the apprentice.
But when Ming Teng was applying medicine and bandaging the wound, Fu Yu stayed beside him, drowsy.
When the two were alone, Ming Teng always hooked Fu Yu and kissed her.
At first, he said that the deep kiss was a normal greeting in the demon world and that it required more practice.
Then, he said that he couldn't bear the breeding period and asked Fu Yu to help him relieve it.
Later, Fu Yuqi had tasted too many snake venoms, and the evil fire in his heart became more and more intense.
Only by kissing Ming Teng can the heat be relieved.
But Ming Teng didn't say that if you are exposed to too much venom, there will be a side effect of hypnosis.
He wrapped the bandage around Fu Yu, held him horizontally, and whispered.
"Let's go home."
Ming Teng specially built a magic palace made of thousand-year-old ice in the demon world for Fu Yu.
When Fu Yu woke up, he was already lying on the ice bed.
Ming Teng held her hand tightly, sat beside her, and rested his head on her side.
The snake's weak spot was exposed in front of her, completely defenseless.
"Do you like this palace?"
"That's not bad."
Fu Yu leaned against the ice bed and felt the cold touch.
Suddenly, Ming Teng turned his palm upwards.
Ming Teng placed a golden scale in her hand. The scale fluttered and automatically transformed into a bracelet, which was worn on Fu Yu's wrist.
Unlike Ming Teng's other scales, this scale seemed to have its own emotions. Not only could it move and change, it could also stick to Fu Yu's skin crazily to show its affection.
"This is my heart scale. With it, I can sense your presence anytime and anywhere."
"It sounds like it's even more powerful than my bell."
Fu Yu raised the wrist with the bracelet and stroked Ming Teng's earlobe.
Xinlin immediately picked up on the person's emotions.
The whole body is red and trembling slightly.
"Of course not. Master's Dharma is the most powerful in the world."
"And this Heart Scale is the most humble gift I, your humble disciple, can give you. Master, are you disgusted by it, thinking it's just a snake scale, reeking of your disciple's stench, and unworthy of you wearing it?"
The resentful snake-like form of Ming Teng coiled in front of Fu Yu.
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