The young man seemed a little puzzled that Xie Pingwu asked this question, but he looked at Xie Pingwu with a 100% preference.

"Of course he is dead."

He was nonchalant and didn't care at all about the lives of others.

Xie Pingwu said nothing, "But they are all dead, what else do I need to do in Huaxu Realm?"

"Why does my sister care so much about the life and death of those ants? Mountains, rivers, grass, trees, animals, and birds are just playthings created by my sister. If they die, they will die."

This statement is in line with the core values ​​of villains.

"What's the point of a small world with nothing?"

The bright smile on the young man's face sank, and his wild wolf-like eyes stared at Xie Pingwu, "Sister, you don't care whether it's interesting or not."

Xie Pingwu knew that he had been exposed.

She pursed her lips and said nothing, but she was secretly vigilant.

This is an illusion, so the demon in the illusion can never be as powerful as the real demon.

But the young man did not take action. He put his arms around Xie Pingwu's waist. Xie Pingwu wanted to struggle, but the other party easily suppressed Xie Pingwu's struggle. He pounced forward, staggered back with Xie Pingwu, and fell directly

On the soft grass.

The luxurious hair crown on the girl's head fell to the ground, her black hair was trailing all over the floor, a fair and slender neck peeked out from the solemn collar, and upwards was a delicate chin.

Xie Pingwu raised his foot and kicked the young demon god away.

The young man grabbed Xie Pingwu's ankles, leaned over Xie Pingwu's shoulders, and grabbed her hands that were about to struggle.

In this way, he lowered his head, buried his head in Xie Pingwu's neck and took a sip.

"It's my sister's breath."

This was the first time in her last life and this life that Xie Jia was treated lightly by someone. Even though she was not a real person but an illusion, she was still going crazy.

She bit her lip, jumped up with all her strength, kicked the boy away, and then stepped on his face. Then she lowered herself down and looked at the boy condescendingly, pulled out a hairpin and pressed it against the side of his neck.

, "Who taught you to use your hands and feet like this?"

The young man didn't speak or struggle, he just raised his face and looked greedily at Xie Pingwu's face.

Xie Pingwu was so angry that he stepped on his face again.

Before she could stand firmly on her second foot, the young man grabbed her ankle, pulled her, and dragged Xie Pingwu to her side to lie down, then raised his hand to clasp one of her shoulders again.

But he didn't continue to come over.

"Sister, don't focus on all living things." The young man looked sideways, with a smile on his lips. His dark pupils were full of crazy possessiveness. He stretched out a hand and put it on Xie Pingwu's neck, holding him up.

Come and look down at her, "Look at me, look at me alone."

Xie Pingwu opened his mouth to tell him that he had to take medicine if he was sick. If he didn't have the right medicine, he would die.

But she didn't know why she couldn't speak.

She felt as if she had been suppressed by something, so that her whole body suddenly turned into a limp puppet, unable to even lift a finger.

hateful.

I am not your sister.

Damn it, your sister is watching you confess your love to me like this.

Just wait until you chase your wife to the crematorium, you bitch.

The girl's eyebrows were slender, and her eyes were a little distracted due to her listlessness. At this time, she was picked up by the young demon god, like a soft rag doll, and he carried her to the edge of the stream before putting her down.

He took off the solemn and luxurious hairpin on Xie Pingwu's head. The girl's long hair, like ink-colored satin, hung down from her cheeks and wrapped around Xie Pingwu's fair and delicate ankles. The young man used his hands as a comb, brushing it bit by bit.

Pass the long black hair, and then push it behind Xie Pingwu's shoulders.

Xie Pingwu couldn't move and could only look at the reflection in the stream.

The Goddess Ming Lian is really beautiful.

The eyebrows are long and soothing, the slender eyes are calm, compassionate and indifferent, the long eyelashes are slightly drooped, and there is a sense of compassion and world-weariness. It is good-looking, but it seems to lack some of the enchanting and bright colors that everyone loves, no matter what

Both the facial features and the figure are subtle and gentle to the point of being a little dull.

But she is beautiful, even if she is dull and dull, it still makes people feel that she is the most elegant and inviolable scenery in the world.

"You have already created me, why do you need to create those ants?"

The young man whispered in her ear, like words between lovers.

Xie Pingwu finally understood why the devil called Minglian his sister. Fortunately, they were not real siblings, otherwise she felt that she would not be able to look directly at senior Minglian in the future.

But she couldn't speak and could only watch the boy go crazy.

The other party raised his hand, and the stream was suddenly dyed red with blood, and countless small silver fish were corroded into blood. Xie Pingwu felt that he was worthy of being a demon, and he was indeed perverted, but this was an illusion, not real, so she just

He averted his gaze for a moment and stopped looking.

The young man suddenly raised his hand and realized that everything just now was just an illusion.

The little whitebait is still jumping in the stream.

The demon mark on the young man's forehead was bright red. He suddenly came closer, and the vigorous ambition between his sharp brows disappeared in an instant.

The young demon looked a little obedient, so he came over and said in a low voice: "Sister, I don't like the Huaxu realm you created, and I don't like all living things..."

Xie Pingwu wondered which villain would like world peace.

Before she could finish thinking, the young man held her chin, raised her face slightly and came towards her, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he wanted to kiss her.

Xie Pingwuhun was scared to death.

But fortunately, this demonic phantom didn't really kiss her. He just looked at her with fragile and pious eyes. He loosened the hand holding Xie Pingwu's chin and stepped back a little. Even if he fell into the stream, he raised his face and showed his face.

With a crazy smile, "I only like you, I just want you to exist between heaven and earth forever, even if three thousand worlds die for you..."

"I also want you to be able to truly live."

Minglian died five thousand years ago. Could it be said that now we have reached a point where he must die as a martyr?

But what does this really mean?

I don't understand. I don't understand.

But Chi Qi was so stupid when he was a demon god. If senior Minglian could come back from the dead, he would definitely pursue his wife in the crematorium.

"What, this mad dog again?"

"Little girl, run away, why are you staying with this mad dog? Do you want to experience the pleasure of being killed first (beep——) by a pervert?!"

"Run! Why can I still see this bitch after five thousand years? Damn it, what the hell have happened to me!"

Xie Pingwu: “…”

A yandere and a sand sculpture shouldn't be able to fall in love. The difference between their painting styles is too big.

"Senior, I can't move."

Minglian was silent for a moment, "Tell Xiyu, if she doesn't help you break the illusion now, I'll make her a whole snake feast when she gets out. Of course, if she hesitates, tell her, make her into snake meat and scrape the flesh alive."

The kind with seasonings on it.”
Chapter completed!