Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

AoYa stared at young master Lang, the bloodthirsty demon, who still talked about people's hearts and morality with her.

"I don't understand what you said."

"You have been sealed and haven't touched these. Naturally, you don't understand. Long Sanduo loves this little princess most. Tomorrow he will come in person. How can you explain that long Feiyu is not here?"

"Just say she went out to play and ran away with wild men. There are too many reasons. What are you afraid of?" AoYa said disapprovingly.

"Young master Lang once loved the little princess. It is well known all over the world. Do you think long Sanduo is not suspicious when I say so?" young master Lang frowned and was impatient.

"What do you mean?" AoYa was so angry that she only felt burning inside and asked with her teeth.

"Tomorrow, you pretend to be dragon Feiyu. After dragon San duo leaves, I'll take you to find her. You can also go out and see the outside world."

"I don't!" AoYa suddenly burst out a towering anger in her eyes, pointed to young master Lang, her fingers trembled, and her eyes suddenly burst into tears. "You just can't forget that bitch and say that her divine sense has been swallowed up. I think you're lying to me."

The voice was bleak and surprised the birds by the sea.

Childe Lang's eyes narrowed dangerously and looked extremely cold. "How dare you question my words?"

"No doubt, you lied to me. I tell you, if you really want me to pretend to be that bitch, I'll die now."

Childe Lang's eyes crossed a trace of coldness, stood with his hands down, and sneered at the corners of his mouth, "then go to hell."

AoYa looked shocked and looked unbelievably at the handsome man in front of him. At this time, his hair was shining coldly in the night.

The whole person seemed to return to one day. He stood on the altar of the demon world, looked contemptuously at the people crawling at his feet, and said coldly, "since you don't want to admit me, you should die."

That night, blood donation dyed the altar of the demon world red.

From then on, he sat in the highest position and became the existence that she looked up to.

AoYa trembled and bowed her head wrongfully, "I'm just sad. I'm afraid you don't love me anymore. I only have you now. If you abandon me, I..."

As he spoke, tears also flowed down.

Seeing that AoYa finally showed weakness, childe Lang put away his cold breath.

AoYa seldom cries. It's rare to see her like this. Childe Lang is soft in heart. He reaches out his hand to hold AoYa in his arms, gently touches her shoulder and whispers, "AoYa, we may not be able to go home, so we should be prepared to live here."

"Can't you go back?" AoYa raised her head in his arms and her eyes twinkled. "Why can't you go back? When your cultivation is restored, can't we tear up time and space?"

"It's hard to find the right direction."

"Can't Nanyan do it?"

"South smoke?" young master Lang frowned and sneered, "that woman is stubborn and terrible, and her mind is strange. Let's see."

"In fact, it's similar to our family here. It's good to live here. At least you don't have to worry about being killed every day." AoYa said.

"If you want to live here, you must be familiar with the rules here. If you become the enemy of most people, someone will want to kill you."

"Alan, I'll listen to you. I'll be there wherever you are." AoYa pasted her face on childe Lang's chest and smiled grimly. If the dragon flying language found it, she must kill her. Even if she held her face, she didn't care as long as the man was hers.