Demon concubine

Chapter 200 He disagrees.001
He stretched out his hand, looking like a gentleman: "That's natural. As long as the concubine wants something, this king will definitely do his best to satisfy you."

Her heart was churning, looking at him like this, she just wanted to vomit.

Slowly stretched out his hand and put it in his palm, his hand was cold without any warmth.

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At the same time, on the other side, Mo Chen looked at a dark magic palace, carefully moved his steps forward, and looked around vigilantly. At this time, he was like an ant that could be trampled to death, even if Even the most useless magic soldiers at the lowest level can get rid of him.

It is conceivable that with his current strength, let alone wanting to save people, he doesn't even have the ability to keep himself, but he insists on not being like a thousand years ago, watching his clansmen helplessly in his life. Dying in front of their eyes, under the strong request of their father, they took Li Ruo away to another country, but the final result still could not change their fate of parting.

But now, he can no longer be as cowardly as he was a thousand years ago, and he will no longer let his relatives suffer because of him.

Even if he really wanted to die, he would die with his close relatives. He no longer wanted to live alone and alone.

He was no longer afraid of anything, and looked at the huge field in front of him. The pillars surrounded by rocks were not smooth, but uneven, and the raised places seemed like the face of a devil, fierce The appearance seems to be guarding this seemingly hellish land.

The magma splashed under the rock, as if it would fall if one was not careful, leaving no bones left.

He has no mana, but he can only move forward step by step.

His brows were furrowed, and for some reason there was a feeling of uneasiness in his heart, as if a pair of unknown eyes were looking at him at this moment.

But when he walked to the deepest point, his eyes lit up, but his heart felt like a knife was twisted.

The picture in front of him immediately seized his consciousness, and it was so painful that even breathing became difficult.

In the sky ahead, two handsome men were suspended in the air by chains like black air.

Mo Zi's pale face seemed to have lost all color and life, and he could not see any breath of life. He lowered his head and closed his eyes tightly.

Mo Yang's arm was stained red with blood, and a desolate skull hole made him feel unprecedented fear. The feeling of loss once again spread in his body, and there was a bitter taste in his eyes slowly. embedded in his body.

His legs seemed to have lost any strength, and he fell to his knees directly on the ground, his desperate eyes were full of hatred and killing.

Both hands clenched tightly into fists, and hit the ground hard, as if this was the only way to vent the hatred in his heart. The fist with the original injury has not healed, and the force at this time is stronger than before. The bones on the back of the hand seemed to be smashed, the flesh was bloody, and the blood dripped one by one on the cold ground, as if splashing a beautiful flower in this desolate magic cave, lifelike, but desolate Vicissitudes.

Anger, despair, and fear gradually formed a shadow of a demon in his body, as if he wanted to poke his head out of his body, snatch his soul, occupy his body, and complete the thrill of killing. .

(End of this chapter)