Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

Mr. Lang didn't speak, but put his hand on his heart.

Something's wrong there.

After seeing Longfei's words, this feeling suddenly came twice, which made him have to examine it.

Perhaps, the divine consciousness has not been swallowed up, and I don't know where it is hidden.

May disappear, may one day give him a fatal blow.

He likes to control everything in his hand and doesn't want to create any uncertainty.

This dragon flying language is the weakness of God's knowledge.

Suddenly, he grabbed Longfei's throat.

His hands made great efforts, his dark eyes flashed a blue demonic light, and said coldly, "if you kill you, will your brother Lang come out and kill me?"

"Put... Open me..." Long Fei said. He couldn't move, but said hard.

Young master Lang was unmoved, and his men made more efforts, while long Feiyu was obviously in a confused state and breathing hard.

Just when his consciousness was about to disappear, Mr. Lang loosened his hand and flicked his index finger, and Longfei fainted.

Soft lying on the beauty couch.

Childe Lang put his hand on his heart. Just at the moment when Longfei was dying, his heart was calm.

There is nothing different in the world.

Maybe it's your own illusion. The residual divine consciousness has been swallowed up, and there's nothing left. What's left is habit.

Yes, it's a habit formed for thousands of years.

Childe Lang's eyes burst out a cold and fierce light and looked at the unconscious girl coldly. In the future, we always have to find a chance to completely eliminate her.

Otherwise, she will be his robber.

Today is impossible, not only impossible, but also to cure her and completely take her out of the hall.

A strange feeling comes. If this body really still has the previous consciousness, do you also understand this and know that he is afraid of yunqingrang, so he doesn't dare to really kill Longfei.

So he retreated safely, so that he could remove the evil spirit from Longfei's face.

With this in mind, I'm in a dilemma.

The corners of his mouth suddenly and slowly lifted up, and his eyes fell on Longfei's body.

There was a moment of silence, some frustrated grabbed his hair, and there were blue veins beating on his forehead.

The index finger moved slightly, and he took a deep breath. He explored his body and set up his body. He leaned against the purple railing in front of his bed, and then moved the pure spirit of his body to the body of dragon flying.

This is roughly the truth.

Yunqing asked to clear away the magic Qi in her body and use the pure air. Naturally, she had to confront the magic Qi, and Longfei language would certainly be painful.

If you don't die, you peel off the skin.

But now, the evil spirit of Childe Lang only plays a guiding role.

If he wasn't afraid of Yun qingrang, it was just a few breaths.

However, now we have to suppress it and can't show a trace of breath, otherwise it will cause yunqingrang's doubt.

The great gods have retreated, and a new generation of God stands at the top of the world.

Mr. Lang felt that his future was not easy.

Unconsciously, the time of the day has passed.

In the evening, the clouds changed their shapes and dyed the sky over the star picking palace.

Childe Lang looked at him like a sleeping dragon flying in front of him. His eyes were unpredictable and his heart rippled slightly.

Her face was completely restored.

But her accomplishments and memory are still sealed.

Childe Lang read in his heart, stretched out his hand, hooked long Feiyu's body, and pulled her into his arms with a little force.