Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Xia Qingluo's eyelids closed one by one, as if she were fighting.

After a long time, Xia Qingluo saw Yunqing and slowly opened her eyes.

For a moment, it seemed that the light spots all over the sky fell into his eyes.

Looking at his arm, there was no black air there.

But Yun qingrang's face is still a little pale.

"It's great that you wake up." Xia Qingluo murmured, "I'm so sleepy..."

After saying that, Xia Qingluo could not support her. Xia Qingluo slowly closed her eyes.

Yunqing asked him to straighten up, loosen his hand, and probe Xia Qingluo's pulse.

There's nothing wrong, but the aura in the body is overdrawn, coupled with escape and struggle, leading to loss of strength.

Yunqing cools his eyes, and his killing intention is fleeting.

He looked down and saw that the anger on the wound of his right arm had been completely eliminated, but there were still some residual anger in his body.

With a slight force, he stretched out his right arm and hugged the little demon ring on his side.

The petite body leaned softly against his heart and felt that the empty place was filled in an instant.

Yunqing let the satisfied sigh.

She lowered her eyes slightly, looked at the sleeping Xia Qingluo, stretched out her left hand and gently stroked Xia Qingluo's hair.

Slowly slender fingers like jade came to the edge of charming red lips.

Then he stopped.

The sweetness there makes Yunqing toss and turn when she dreams back at midnight.

Life is about sex.

He turned over, bowed his head, and kissed his cool thin lips.

But it passed like a dragonfly.

He can't always kiss Xia Qingluo when she is asleep. Inexplicably, he wants to see the brilliance in Xia Qingluo's eyes when kissing her.

Yunqing let him take a deep breath again and pressed down the inexplicable agitation in his body.

He tightened his hand and hugged Xia Qingluo into his arms again. Only then did he feel relieved to start running Reiki in his body to remove the invading anger.

The breeze blew slowly, and falling flowers danced with the wind, swaying out warm incense. In an instant, they intoxicated the spring light in the blue snail sky.

Above the heaven, punish Sendai.

On a pillar that stretches across the sky, Jiaxiu, dressed in green, is tied.

Surrounded by clouds, like a dream.

Almost all the gods came.

The Heavenly Master has a peaceful look.

Jiaxiu violates the rules of heaven and conflicts with the reincarnated emperor. He should be punished here.

It was a disaster in his life and he deserved it.

The emperor of heaven looked at the naughty young son angrily. If he hadn't had a trace of heaven's blood, he would have destroyed him.

"Evil son Jiaxiu, do you know sin?"

He walked slowly out of the clouds and looked down at Jiaxiu, who was already scarred.

At this time, the lightning suddenly sounded and attacked the figure with an earth shaking momentum.

Ten thousand thunder burst out at once, almost annihilating the spirit. He just moved and gouged out his heart and bones.

But Jiaxiu's expression did not change. He was still so calm. He broke free from the chain and wiped the blood flowing from his lips. Instead, he slightly provoked the corners of his mouth, "what's my sin?"

"Evil son, you colluded with the devil, and now you ignore the way of heaven and descend without authorization to interfere with the life of the reincarnated emperor. How dare you say you are innocent!" the voice of the emperor became more and more dignified.

When the fierce wind makes a sound, Jiaxiu slowly raises his eyes and looks directly at the eyes of the emperor of heaven