The cold moon is in the sky, and the cold stars are hanging alone on the dark blue sky. His Majesty the Demon King in the air is covered with black hair like a waterfall, and the black brocade robe on his body is roaring in the night wind. txt novel download

There was a arrogant smile on his face, and his deep eyes reflected the bright moonlight, which made people more and more invisible.

The huge demonic pressure on his body was like a tsunami, and it wrapped everything nearby heavily. No living creature could escape from his demonic pressure's control.

At this moment, he is the master, the master of everything in this world.

Suddenly, he laughed sarcastically, looking at Wan Youlin, who was already trembling and almost disintegrating, without any waves, his voice: "Isn't this a loyal dog under the old monster? I haven't seen it for a long time, why did he come here? I don't remember that I agreed to you to come down from the snow mountain. What's going on? Are you here for a walk in the middle of the night?"[

Every time he said a word, Wan Youlin would increase the frequency of trembling. When he finished speaking, Wan Youlin slid down from the air with a slight sound. Cold sweat had completely wet his clothes. Blood kept pouring out from the broken arm, as if he had forgotten to use magic to heal his wounds.

This is the only law of the Demon Realm since its birth.

In front of high-level cultivators, other demon cultivators were like ants, and no one could resist them because they were powerless to resist.

His Majesty the Demon King no longer looked at the broken armed man who had slid to the ground and was so scared that he almost became incontinent. He waved his hand and asked his followers to deal with the undead snow-mounted monsters in front of him.

Then, as if he changed his face, he instantly calmed down the demonic pressure that could scare all living creatures just now, with a smile on his face, and leaned against Feng Zhuoxi, who was frowning and gasping, wishing to stick himself on.

"Is there anything wrong? Are you injured? Let me see." He thoroughly checked her whole body with his big hands, then nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Fortunately, he was not injured, but his breath was a little disordered, but it was not a serious problem."

There was a crisp "pop".

Feng Zhuoxi's right hand fell firmly on his left cheek: "Where did you touch it just now?"

"I didn't touch you anywhere, I just fear you're hurt."

"I don't know, the dignified Demon King, checking whether a person is injured is actually necessary to check it directly."

His Majesty the Demon King's expression was quite serious: "That's because I'm nervous about you. Only with my hands can I really confirm whether I was injured."

Feng Zhuoxi took a lot of perseverance to resist the urge to slap him again, then took a deep breath, turned slowly, no longer looked at the shameful Demon King, and flew to his companion.

Baili Yuezhu's face was as deep as water. He coldly checked her body. After confirming that she was safe and sound, he never looked at her again and turned his back alone.

Feng Zhuoxi knew that he seemed to be angry, but she didn't understand what she had done, so where did it make him angry.

"Yuezhu..." He tried to call him: "Are you... okay... are you injured?"

"No." The sound sounds no different from the usual coldness, but Feng Zhuoxi could just hear the implicit anger.
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