Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

With a faint smile, Yunqing let qingmou pass a cold light. Nine times out of ten, the water drops are the remnants of exodemons.

Cultivation is not lower than him.

Well, it can also be said that this water drop is one of the masters of another world.

Is it the so-called Sun God - Ranunculus?

The clouds in the sky have always been colorful and beautiful.

However, at this time, it seems to have a trace of haze.

The Heavenly Master was aware of it.

It is said that one hundred thousand years was a catastrophe. Now, it is not far from that day.

He can measure the trajectory of the world, but he can't measure the changes of other worlds.

Many things, think carefully and fear.

"Nankuang's heart is in disorder. When she wakes up and asks her to shut up and reflect, she is no longer suitable to take charge of Buzhou mountain." Yunqing asks suddenly.

"I know, alas..." the Heavenly Master sighed helplessly.

What can he say.

He couldn't say anything about his entanglement with Yunzhi.

This is Xia Qingluo, Yunzhi and Nanyan's love robbery.

He was helpless. The world had existed for too long. When he grew up in the world, he had his own ideas and ideas.

Even he doesn't know what the future will be.

Above the East China Sea.

Dark clouds are rolling and the waves are surging.

The violent sea breeze, as if with overwhelming anger, rolled up layers of huge waves.

This island in the East China Sea seems to be annihilated by huge waves from a distance.

On the island, the other place built by Mr. Lang for longfeiyu appears very quiet at this time.

As the night darkened, AoYa snuggled up in Mr. Lang's arms and closed her eyes with satisfaction.

There was a faint smile on the corners of his mouth.

There are only two of them here. Without the eye-catching Dragon Girl, only she and her Arang depend on each other.

She felt that such a day was very happy.

Suddenly, the body of the man who also fell asleep beside him trembled violently. Although his eyes were closed, he suddenly stretched out his hand and strangled his own throat.

Great strength.

The throat sent out a beast like wail. The next moment, it sent out a hissing roar with towering hatred, "where is my language? Tell me, you devil..."

AoYa suddenly woke up.

A bounced up, jumped at young master Lang, pulled him hard and grabbed his hands.

However, with hate and strength in her hands, AoYa couldn't open it at all.

Mr. Lang still closed his eyes, as if he could not feel everything outside, and his face was pale and almost transparent.

But at the next moment, a fierce voice came out of the body, "you want to kill me?"

"Where is my language?" it was a voice with hate and sadness.

"You stay in the depths of the sea and I'll tell you."

"Where is yu'er? What have you done to her?" the suppressed young master Lang roared loudly.

"Ha ha..." Alan's fierce voice laughed wildly, "your language is so beautiful. I've been on her where you cultivate. You've thought about it for thousands of years, ha ha..."

"You devil, I'll kill you." young master Lang roared.

With more and more strength, AoYa came forward, but he kicked her off.

Then, the body suddenly straightened up and rolled under the bed. The hands holding the throat did not loosen, but the whole person hit the stone pillar in the house.

Blood flowed from his forehead.

AoYa knew that this was another touch of divine consciousness hidden in Alan's body.

He saw that Alan's body kept hitting the stone column. With a click, the stone column finally broke and the roof of the other place collapsed.