From the skin where the limbs were bound, wisps of black threads like spider webs slowly emerged.
As soon as the silk rope touched the black thread, it started to burn without fire, and the white flames quickly burned everything that bound him away.
A'luo noticed something strange about him, and her eyes fell on the traces of black flames on his wrists. His pupils suddenly shrank, as if his consciousness was taken away in an instant. The Meng Sheng cigarette in his hand dropped in shock, and he murmured: "Fen
...Burning Heart Fruit?!"
How come he has the Burning Heart Fruit on him?!
The Heart-Burning Fruit is a forbidden object of the demon clan. Whenever the demon kings in the past dynasties had their intention, they would take a Heart-Burning Fruit to survive the excruciating pain of Heart-Burning and Bone-burning.
Only by maintaining a clear mind in this kind of severe pain, allowing the juice of the flame fruit to spread into the limbs and five bones, and even need to be refined into the spiritual treasure of the gods and nourished with the soul, can one achieve the body of a true demon, Junjie.
Big gift.
In his previous life, A'luo had no intention of becoming a demon king, and he had no intention of taking something as painful as the Burning Heart Fruit.
She could have escaped this disaster.
But once, her master, who cared about the common people, let go of her hand during a decision, leaving her to face despair alone.
She was captured by the old demon lord and was forced to take the Burning Heart Fruit.
She was exhausted by the Burning Heart Fruit and turned into a true demon, and all her spiritual power of Tianxi Taoism was completely washed away.
The demonic energy is hidden in the body all the year round, fearing that others will notice anything strange about it.
She still tried her best to hide the demonic energy in her body, abandoned the Liuhe magic that was most suitable for her, endured the backlash pain of thousands of ants eating her heart, and practiced hard day and night on the Tianxi Sword Spirit Taoist technique he taught her.
She thought she could turn around.
But in the end, she destroyed everything and herself with her own hands.
Her fate is inextricably linked to the Burning Heart Fruit.
Therefore, when she was reborn into the present world, the first thing she destroyed was the fruit of the poisonous king who broke her bones and heart!
But why!
There will be traces of Burning Heart Fruit on his body!
The coldness in A'rao's eyes disappeared, and his pupils were filled with the cold feeling of war and chaos. There was a burst of blood and a burst of blood cold.
Is it possible...
There was a third person she didn't know who survived in that ruined world?!
Planning everything out of her sight?!
Come to think of it!
The group of tomb robbers two hundred years ago appeared extremely unexpectedly.
The purple coffin stolen from Zhongyou disappeared mysteriously. In the past two hundred years, even she could not find any trace of his whereabouts.
So...then who put the seeds of the Burning Heart Fruit into his body?
Do you want him to be doomed?
Or do you want to imagine cultivating a puppet demon king for the demon world like she did back then?!
A'rao's mind was entangled, and her brain was so confused that she was so angry that Bailian grabbed a life gate and didn't even react.
The Burning Heart Fruit is the bitter and poisonous thing that she is most afraid of in her life.
Balian's hot palm tightly grasped her wrist Mingmen, and a blazing black energy surged into her body.
In an instant, A'luo felt that his soul, which was as stable as the mountains and seas, was being held tightly by the hand of an invisible giant spirit.
She frowned in pain, her consciousness on the Lingtai was turned upside down, her complexion instantly turned pale, the blood on her lips instantly faded completely, her dark eyes shrank violently, and uncontrollably turned into the vertical pupils of birds and beasts.
The unsummoned black wings spread out from behind her with a whooshing sound.
The power of the Burning Heart Fruit is not only that it can bring great physical and mental pain to people.
As a forbidden object, it can even ignore the laws of yin and yang and adhere to the order of time and space forever.
As long as the host does not die, it will not die.
A'luo once ate a Burning Heart Fruit in a distant future. Even if his body reshaped and grew, the traces of the Burning Heart Fruit would not disappear due to the translocation of time.
The black energy spread into her body along her vitality gate. Aluo lay on the bed in pain. The strange red line between her eyebrows was also dyed purple and black, and strands of evil energy flowed out of her uncontrollably.
The eyebrows overflowed.
She would never allow herself to continue to be affected by the Burning Heart Fruit in Balian's body. She stared at him: "Calm down!"
A'luo felt that under the erosion of the familiar demonic energy, all the bones in his body were like fish bones soaked in vinegar, and they were so soft that he could no longer exert any strength.
She was extremely tired, and her body was very heavy. There was a mysterious light in her palms, and she barely shook off the grip of Bai Lian's palms, and dragged her extremely tired and painful body towards the outer bed.
But before she could crawl out very far, her ankles tightened and he grabbed her ankles from behind and took her back hard.
The white flame that had not dissipated from Bailian's wrist started to burn as soon as it touched the uncontrollable aura coming out of A'luo's body.
The dress on her body fell between her burning ankles and burned into ashes inch by inch.
She turned pale and exclaimed, cutting off her clothes with one palm, thus cutting off the spread of the white inflammation.
Balian held her ankle tightly with one hand, and pulled the animal blanket beside him with his other free hand and draped it over his shoulders. His scarlet eyes stared coldly at her slender body.
A'luo didn't know what his situation was at this moment, or whether he retained his sanity.
When the Burning Heart Fruit broke out in her body, she also did many insane and crazy things. Her body trembled slightly and she shouted sharply: "Bailian!"
The name he pronounced was not Si Chen.
It's just testing.
Except for the scarlet luster in his eyes, Balian's expression was light, without any hint of madness. He tilted his head slightly and sneered: "You really know me?"
Looking at this, his reason does not seem to be completely dominated by the Heart Burning Fruit.
But it’s definitely not like what he usually looks like!
Aluo met his very aura and aggressive look.
For some reason, a chill suddenly rose in her heart that she had not experienced for a long time. She frowned even more tightly: "Let me go!"
Balian's voice seemed to be floating in the light, calm and calm, but also mixed with a ray of frightening indifference: "Did you pay attention to what I said just now?"
After all, he was not Ah Luo, and his mind was not controlled by the Burning Heart Fruit, but he was definitely not the same person, with his eyes so cold that there was no emotion at all.
It was as if the soul in the body suddenly became cold and terrifying.
A'luo couldn't explain what it felt like, but he felt a chill on his fingertips for the first time in a long time.
The hand holding her ankle suddenly exerted force and pushed her into his arms. A'luo groaned in pain, and her delicate body lying on the bed was lifted up heavily and hit him in an unsightly manner.
A'rao fell down and hit her head on the fluffy soft pillow. She couldn't help but squint her eyes slightly. The light from her eyes shone down along the top of her eyebrows, and along with the blood, it heated up the roots of her ears.
She has always been good at taking the initiative to force others, but not good at being suppressed by others.
In terms of momentum, it suddenly became a bit weaker.
She hugged the soft pillow under her body tightly like a life-saving piece of driftwood, and rubbed her silky legs against Bai Lian's waist, trying to crawl further away.
However, Bai Lian held her waist tightly, holding her down like a cat playing with a mouse, but it was all in vain. After several times of grinding, Aluo was also tired and panting.
A'luo felt the cold warmth in his palm, and her whole body seemed to be on fire. She tightened her fingers on the pillow, with a shy and slightly annoyed look on her face for her carelessness.
At this time, there was a soft "pop" sound.
Bailian didn't know when he picked up the gold and jade cigarette stick that fell between the beds, and swung it on A'luo's back like a ruler in his hand, like a tame horse.
A'luo was the disobedient explosive wild horse. She almost screamed out in pain, and her pride as a demon made her grit her teeth.
His body was tense, and his moist eyes looked back, looking indescribably enchanting: "You... are shameless!"
This time, it turned the cart before the horse, and even the lines that Balian had used were given to her for free.
Balian was sitting upright, with a snow-white animal blanket covering his body. His brows were distant and indifferent, and the emotions hidden in his scarlet eyes seemed to be frozen into ice, with a breathtaking cold pressure.
A'luo was once so frightened by his familiar and frightening eyes that her buttocks clenched in fear.
If it had had a small tail, it would have been squeaking and squealing.
But then she thought about it, he was no longer her master, so why should she be afraid?
Thinking of this, A'luo inevitably tried to act like a demon king for this. He frowned and said in a cold voice: "How dare you treat me like this?!"
Bailian didn't even raise his eyelashes, and the cigarette rod in his hand slowly turned around in his fingers, and then dropped it steadily like the wind.
"Bah bang bang!!!"
The crisp voice sounded like the wind, and the torn clothes were piled up like flying.
A'luo inhaled in pain, and a sense of humiliation and shame hit her heart at the same time. Tears were holding back her eyes, and there was a burning pain behind her, and her slender eyebrows couldn't help but frown.
With the rapid movements of Balian's hands rising and falling, she bit her lower lip and finally let out a painful moan unbearably.
A soft and charming voice came softly, which was inexplicably sultry.
But Balian didn't do this at all. His eyes showed a bit of randomness, and he uttered two words in a soft and gentle tone: "Please."
"What?" Aluo thought he heard wrongly.
Balian took the trouble to repeat: "If you beg me, I will let you go."
A'luo was stunned, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke: "You asked me to beg you, I am the mighty devil...ah!"
The strength in Balian's hand suddenly became three points stronger, and his eyes were as calm as water: "Your majesty, the demon king, if your ministers knew that their respected majesty was pressed on the couch and whipped until he screamed, what do you think?
How will they laugh at you behind your back?"
A'rao's body trembled, and in his horrified eyes, he saw Bai Lian raising his hand to summon the jade in the blue water on the bookshelf.
When Ning Feiyan was there, he often collected some weird but very convenient gadgets from her palace.
He took out a square ruby compass, fiddled with it twice, and smoothly pushed out a green light, which reflected the image of him pressing down on His Majesty the Demon King and educating him fiercely, and he was actually making a record of it.
A'luo's face suddenly turned red and he stood up to grab the thing.
Balian used the cigarette rod in his hand to gently poke her on the lower back, and Aluo fell down again like a little mouse whose tail was poked.
Balian repeated what he just said and said, "Please."
Ah Rao was far less strong-willed in front of him than he was in front of Ah Rao.
With him, she often did useless things that were flexible and flexible.
If this recorded image were to spread, she would say it without any shame. What made her more serious was that she didn't want the restless butterflies in the devil world to see his body.
A'luo hugged the pillow tightly, buried her cheek deeply into the soft pillow, and hummed: "Please."
"What do you want me to ask for?" Balian stopped slapping her and imitated her torturous movements just now, hovering the cigarette rod over her red, swollen and bloodshot wound.
The platinum tassels hanging from the jade pole fell softly, tickling and delicately painting on her red wound.
One moment it was stormy and the next moment it was drizzle.
The numb, painful and spicy area was tickled by his gentle movements and rubbed with tassels in circles. The taste was simply more torturous than drinking the Tiger Bench chili pepper water directly.
A'luo's voice buried in the pillow was like crying: "I beg you to be merciful and let me go?"
"Me?" Balian's eyes were slightly cold.
A'luo had no choice but to change her words in time: "It's me! It's me! Please, sir, please let me go."
Anyway, she had done a lot of things that had deprived her of power and humiliated the country in the past, and Ah Luo had no pressure to beg for mercy and admit her mistake.
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