Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

After the clouds and rain rest, the room is filled with the smell of joy.

After finishing his clothes, Mr. Lang got out of bed, looked at the unconscious woman on the ground, and suddenly bent over and picked her up.

"Alan..." the woman on the bed shouted in panic, "what are you doing?"

Then, regardless of his body, he got out of bed, ran to Alan and grabbed his arm.

Young master Lang frowned unhappily and said coldly, "get dressed." the tone was indisputable.

Although there are no people here, there are many spiritual creatures.

Such elegance is coveted.

AoYa knew his intention and was happy. He still loved her as domineering as before.

So she quickly put on her clothes and asked urgently, "Why are you holding her and what are you doing?"

But there was hesitation and helplessness in the voice.

Mr. Lang's tone softened. "I won't leave you, but long Feiyu can't kill you for the time being."

"Why?" AoYa asked unhappily.

"After the dragon people were born, they were lit by the Dragon God. If there was an accident, long Sanduo would never give up. Your and my accomplishments have not fully recovered, so we can't take this risk."

Hearing this, AoYa's heart was put down.

As long as you don't spoil this bitch, it's easy to say anything.

"Alan, what are you going to do?"

"Send her back to the South China Sea."

"But what if she wakes up and wants to come to you? I hurt her just now and she'll kill me." AoYa's voice was a little sad.

"What do you want?" Mr. Lang's eyes were deep, and he looked at the woman in front of him, as if he had guessed what she thought.

AoYa grabbed young master Lang's arm and said coyly, "she can't remember all this."

"Don't worry, I've erased this memory. Even if I go back to the Dragon Palace, I won't remember it."

"That's not good either." AoYa remembered that childe Lang had just bent down and picked up the dragon flying language. It was so natural and familiar, as if she had done it many times. A burst of bitterness and jealousy sprang up in her heart.

A sinister look appeared in her eyes. She said, "Alan, it's better to destroy her face, seal her accomplishments, leave her in the human world and let her live and die. Even if something happens, you can't find it on your head."

Young master Lang quietly looked at AoYa with unpredictable eyes. Just when AoYa was about to change his face and feel confused, he suddenly nodded, "OK, that's a good idea."

"Alan, did you agree?" AoYa asked as if she didn't believe it.

At this time, a touch of sunshine rose from the sea, and the golden sunshine haloed on AoYa's long chestnut hair. It looked like an angel falling into the world.

However, only he knows that this woman is actually a devil, but he likes it.

Because he is also a devil.

Otherwise, he would not have led the demons to the world, wanted to occupy here and become the master of the world.

It's just a pity that both lose.

Fortunately, those great gods of the flood and famine also suffered seven deaths and eight injuries, which is no better.

Especially after he stole the holy lotus, which led to a series of subsequent accidents, he was very pleased.

In that battle, if there was no God on Qingluo, they would not have died so miserably.

He and Qingluo are gods and have a bitter hatred, but they can't face it.