Grumpy host, she just wants to do business

Chapter 107 The Demon King's Cinnabar Mole ([-])
A slender figure stood in front of the stove, with a long black cloak hanging down to the ground, almost covering his whole body in it.

Like a ghost, it is very evil for no reason.

The first thing that attracts attention is the hand.

His left hand gently pulled the right flap of the cloak, four slender fingers were exposed, pale, slightly stiff and lifeless.

It is a powerful monster.

"This High God, are you looking for me?"

The man sensed her aura at some point, and suddenly came to her at a speed like a ghost.

The black cloak is attached to a hood, and the brim of the hat is pushed down very low.

In addition, there is a black fan in his hand, which just covers most of his face when he shakes it, only his slightly pointed and graceful chin is exposed.

Suddenly, half of his lips curled up.

The slender fingers were about to touch her face, but she was such a beauty.

The extremely delicate silhouette is like a fairy with beautiful eyebrows, eyes like stars, and a fairy who is as cold and dusty as clouds.

However, there was a hint of charm in her beautiful eyes.

The collision of two completely different temperaments made her even more alluring.

"God, don't you want to have a romantic relationship with me?"

The words are frivolous, and the behavior can be regarded as debauchery.

Her beautiful eyes suddenly became very cold.

With a low voice, "Presumptuous!"

Countless ice blades stabbed at him.

All of them were blocked by his fan.

"Beauty is a god, you are really a joy."

Tan Sang has always been the only one who molested others, how could anyone else have the guts to moles her!

She frowned slightly, her star-like eyes swept over coldly, and the amorous glance made his breathing stagnate.

The man showed half of his face, that face was evil and charming, and his phoenix eyes were raised, which became even more light.

His fingers approached her, trying to lift her beautifully curved chin.

When he was about to touch it, a layer of ice blocked his fingers.

Then the ice spread from all around at a lightning speed.

The ice cube formed Fuxi's gossip and all-encompassing state, locking him firmly, and the space became smaller and smaller.

Tan Sang wanted to restrain him, so he chanted a spell, and his fingers formed seals.

The man didn't seem to care at all, the fan in his hand was gently shaking.

Then, his eyes froze, and the smile was shallow, but it didn't reach his eyes.

The fan in his hand was divided into several bamboo slips at once, like countless swords piercing towards the surrounding ice.

The next moment, the ice inside broke.

It was broken all over the place.

Tan Sang's eyes were hanging, and his eyelids were lifted slightly.

It's an interesting thing.

The man's black robe fluttered, and the fan in his hand returned to its original shape.

The posture is casual.

"Beauties are gods, if you do too much playing hard to get, it's not pleasing."

While talking, the dark pupils swept Tan Sang intentionally or unintentionally.

There was countless chills in those eyes.

Tan Sang's beautiful lips curled up slightly, and her whole body seemed to be filled with the beauty of the world.

"I'm not a person who likes to be offended."

A beautiful long sword was held by Tan Sang in his hand.

There is a red dot on the hilt, like an inlaid ruby, and a string of sword tassels hangs from it.

This sword tassel was made by Boyan himself as a birthday gift for her.

And the other little heartless Yun Si couldn't even remember her birthday.

The sword light was cold, and under the moonlight, the icy light reflected on Tan Sang's face, reflecting her beautiful profile.

She was cold, yet felt the violence emanating from her body.

The cold breath attacked the man from all directions.

(End of this chapter)