"Oh, this girl looks good. How about offering it to our demon king?"

"Good, great. It's just that the devil is in a bad mood these days. Send him a beauty to relieve his anger."

"Ha ha ha That's right!

Feng xiner is carried away by two people in black. There are dark patterns on their faces, which looks terrible.

Feng xiner was sent to a room with half a squint. Soon someone dressed her up and sent her to a bigger room in a bare tulle.

There were already several women in the room, but none of them looked good.

Feng xiner is very confident about her beauty. Now she only has beauty to use.

As soon as the demon king enters the door, he drops his eyes on Feng Xin'er, who smiles at him and shows his whole body with flattery.

Compared with those who were afraid to look at him, the beauty was too much for him.

The devil took fengxiner into the account and threw out a black fog. All the women outside had turned into dead bones. After a while, the dead bones disappeared in place.

It's like there's never a few beauties standing there.

As soon as the devil touched Feng Xin'er's body, he tasted the beauty. From then on, he only favored her. He was afraid of losing the treasure.

This is a cauldron that can purify his skill. How can he not care.

Feng xiner mingles with the demon king day by day. Naturally, he is contaminated with the breath of his body. His broken body is becoming more and more abundant under the moisture of magic.

Now her skill and spiritual power are almost the same as before. She thinks how to persuade the demon king to go out and kill Leng and the snake.

If it wasn't for them, how could she have fallen into this field?

"report! Madam, we found two suspicious people on the boundary." A little demon came in and said.

Feng Xin'er waved his sleeve, "catch them back, you can't catch the living, or the dead."

"Yes, little one, leave."

Yu Qingyu climbed on Leng's shoulder and said feebly: "fourth, if it doesn't work, you're not in vain. In my opinion, we'll find a small yard to stay every day. You take care of the cooking, I'll take care of the food. I can't ask too much of it."

Leng does not speak, he just wants to cure him, even if the chance is only one in ten thousand.

"Who are you? How dare you intrude into the boundary of our demon king! Catch up!

Leng looked at the circle of people who surrounded them, and his face was calm. He quickly took out his wheelchair from the storage ring and put Yu Qingyu on it, holding a pestle in his hand and fighting with several people.

Yu Qingyu would recite incantations every time he smashed the pestle in any place.

"Crackling" a weapon fell from the ground.

Several demons looked at each other and emitted black fog from their bodies.

Soon Yu Qingyu and Leng Xuan were surrounded by black fog, and Leng quickly separated a space with spiritual power.

"Let go of me, let go of me, how fragrant it is!" In Yu Qingyu's mind, there was only a thin voice.

"Who are you?" Yu Qingyu asked.

"I am I'm a small medicine. "

"Poof Small medicine, what are you? Where are you? "

"I'm in the hands of my big brother."

Big brother? Hand? Small medicine? Yu Qingyu's aura flashed, "little four, put the pestle into the black fog."

Leng doubted for a while, and then threw the pestle out.

How do you think that the medicine pestle bent just now, is it my illusion?

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