Kuai Chuan's paranoid villain pinches her peach blossom again

Chapter 120 Cold Immortal Venerable VS Great Devil (2)

He steps in.

There was already a demon guard waiting for him, standing in front of him humbly, "Immortal Venerable, Demon Venerable is hosting a grand banquet, please go."

Looking indifferently at the rows of demon guards in front of him, he still had no expression on his face, just nodded slightly, and his spotless snow suit slid a beautiful arc in the air.

Everyone saw a flash of white light, and he had disappeared.

"Ugh."

The leading demon guard sighed lightly.

He should have known earlier that even with so many demon guards, it would be completely useless to Xianzun.

If the immortal came here this time not to attack the demon world, then everything is easy to talk about, but if...

.........

"The devil is here!"

As the voice fell, Jun Luo's figure slowly appeared.

She has a slender figure in black clothes, her exquisite eyebrows are a little lazy, she is carelessly holding her sleeves, and her straight and slender calves are wrapped in black boots, which slide out of a graceful arc as she walks.

Everyone hurriedly stood up and saluted, "See Demon Lord!"

She clicked her tongue lightly, her robe flew away, she bent over and sat down, lightly picking up the wine bottle on the table with her snow-white slender fingertips.

The exquisite black wine bottle matches the beautiful white fingertips, creating a different visual impact.

Everyone's hearts trembled, and they looked down at the ground. As long as Jun Luo didn't speak, they couldn't sit down.

Until there was a sound of clothes flapping.

Then, they heard the voice of their monster-like Lord Mozun.

"Yo, the distinguished guest is here!"

Someone secretly raised his eyes to take a look, and this look was a huge fright.

I saw the most noble immortals of the six worlds appearing at the banquet of the demon world.

Jun Luo frowned, and gently let go of the wine bottle with her slender, snow-white fingertips, and the wine bottle floated in the air, and then flew straight towards Mo Han.

Mo Han stopped walking, his slender eyelashes slightly covered the light color in his eyes, and stretched out his slender and beautiful hand to catch the wine bottle.

Jun Luo was obviously happy, stood up with flicking his sleeves, walked a few steps in front of Mo Han, and said casually: "Since the immortal is here, let's take a look at this banquet together."

Mo Han's complexion did not change, and he looked down at the delicate and beautiful person in front of him.

After a long time, until everyone's legs were numb, he replied calmly, "Okay."

The voice is somewhat magnetic, deep and pleasant, but also very clear, refreshing like ice and snow.

Jun Luo raised his brows lightly, turned around and walked to the main seat to sit down, pointing to the seat beside him with his beautiful white fingers, motioning for him to sit down.

Everyone was shocked, would the Immortal Venerable sit in that position?Not only is it very close to Junluo, but it also means that it is inferior to Junluo.

Under the terrified eyes of everyone, the most noble immortal in the six worlds walked towards Jun Luo step by step.

The snow-white robe was raised slightly, and he sat down slowly, his silver eyes were not at all emotional, as if he didn't know what this position meant.

Jun Luo waved his hands indifferently, and a group of dancers in slightly revealing clothes came onto the stage.

The atmosphere did not ease up in the slightest.

Everyone was standing, only Jun Luo and Mo Han were sitting.

The dancer twisted her body vigorously, and looked obsessively at Jun Luo who was sitting in the main seat.

Jun Luo is also very face-saving, with her fair and beautiful hands resting lightly on her forehead, and her pale crimson lips slightly raised, she is obviously very satisfied with this dance.

She watched with relish, took a sip of the wine from time to time, tapped the outer edge of the wine bottle with her slender white fingertips in the rhythm of the dance, her lazy appearance was extremely enchanting.

After the dance was over, she seemed to remember that there was another person beside her.

She suddenly turned her eyes to look at Mo Han, and said lazily, "Does the Immortal not look good?"

Mo Han didn't look at her, his slender hands lightly embraced the corners of his white robes, his long eyelashes were slender and beautiful, and he calmly suppressed the color in his eyes.

"As long as the Demon Lord is happy."

"Really?"

Jun Luo curled his lips, but his smile was not warm, and his light brown eyes exuded a slight chill.

The next moment, everyone heard her clear and pleasant voice.

"Since the Immortal Venerable thinks it's not good-looking, it's useless to keep these people. Let's drag them down and kill them all."

(End of this chapter)