The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Time flies, but the memories are forever engraved.

Three months later.

The Demon Lord’s bedroom.

Sikong Wu Yue was sitting cross-legged on the cold jade bed practicing.

There was suddenly a cold and murderous aura in the hall. Sensing murderous intent, Sikong Wu Yue suddenly opened his eyes, gathered spiritual power in his palms and struck at the black fog.

The figure shrouded in black fog gradually became clearer, and suddenly approached Sikong Wu Yue's side, waving a palm to hit him on the head.

The masked man in black looked pleased.

boom--

He was unable to dodge and was hit by a powerful spiritual power. The masked man in black's body instantly collapsed and turned into ashes!

The stars were dancing in the sky, but they could never reach Sikong Wu Yue.

The powerful explosion shook the entire Demon Lord's bedroom, and several people rushed into the bedroom.

The one who rushed to the front was Xing Tian, ​​the monster who was in charge of guarding the bedroom. With a wave of his sleeves, he eliminated all traces of fighting in the hall.

His eyes moved slightly, and he quickly leaned down and knelt down to pay his respects: "I am late, Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Sikong Wu Yue stood up, and a strong sense of oppression came over him, followed by a creepy voice.

"Last time you caused trouble, I wanted to spare your life, but this time you are seeking death again?"

After saying this, Xing Tian turned around and was about to escape, but his body was sucked by a powerful spiritual force and was fixed in place.

"Your Excellency, please spare my life..."

The powerful and domineering spiritual power hit Xingtian's chest directly, and his bones and veins were directly shattered by this spiritual power.

This scene was seen by the three demon kings and other demons who had rushed over, and they were all shocked.

The Demon Lord actually killed the guardian Xing Tian! ?

Sikong Wu Yue glanced at everyone coldly, with an air of looking down on the world in his eyes.

In an instant, the three demon kings led everyone in the demon world to kneel down and salute, shouting in unison: "Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Sikong Wuyue felt a surge of anxiety in his heart and said coldly: "Xing Tian tried to assassinate me, so he was executed on the spot!"

Li Hu suddenly realized: "The plot against Your Majesty at Dragon Ridge Mountain was done by Xing Tian?"

Sikong Wuyue lightly lifted his eyelids and said nothing. Xi Feng said, "I have verified that the assassination attempt was indeed related to Xing Tian."

All the demons shouted in unison: "Your Majesty is wise!"

Nan Xingchen's figure appeared in his mind again for no reason, and Sikong Wu Yue became more and more annoyed. Why was he still obsessed with this woman?

During these three months, he couldn't help but secretly visit her every day, but Nan Xingchen didn't know about it.

The word love can really do a lot of harm to people...

He lowered his eyes and looked at the golden totem on his wrist. Could it be because of this fate spell?

Nan Xingchen's body has recovered and he will return to Dayu Kingdom soon.

My relationship with her is over, so what's the point in thinking about it?

Seeing that the Demon Lord was still not speaking, Xi Feng asked softly, "What else do you want, Your Majesty?"

Sikong Wuyue flashed and sat cross-legged on the cold jade bed. He closed his eyes and said in a cold voice: "Pass the order down, I am in seclusion for cultivation, no one is allowed to disturb me, anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

All the demons said in unison: "I obey your orders!"

After all the demons left, Sikong Wu Yue was the only one left in the bedroom. He submerged his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness to practice.

There was a sudden sharp pain in my head. Could it be that the palm strike from the man in black had injured the meridians in my brain?

He tried to force the Qi to flow to his brain, but was blocked by an unknown force.

The body was getting hotter and hotter, hot air was coming out of the top of the head, the mind was scattered and the consciousness was gradually blurred.

……

Crescent Lake Courtyard.

Nan Xingchen recovered well and was able to move freely, so she did not let Qian Yi come over.

She threw the raccoon into the void of the Phoenix Tail Fox Bracelet to practice.

She was lying in the yard basking in the sun. The sun was shining brightly and the cicadas were chirping louder, which made people feel a little hot for no reason.

She was about to get up and go back to the house when she felt an inexplicable palpitation in her heart.

thump--

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the yard, and a familiar cold breath came.

Nan Xingchen's face suddenly changed and she sat up abruptly. There was a man lying on the grass not far away in the yard. When she saw the man's appearance clearly, her pupils shrank and she felt uneasy.

I hadn't seen this man for three months and never expected to meet him in this way.

Su Muwei's body was emitting scorching heat, and the grass around him became dry as if it was about to be burned by him.

Nan Xingchen rushed over, raised her white hand, and a talisman for warding off the heat appeared in her palm. She injected spiritual power into it and stuck it on Su Muwei's forehead.

But the temperature of his burning body only dropped a little.

Nan Xingchen felt very clearly that this time was different from the past. If this continued, Su Muwei would be burned to a crisp.

She shook his sleeve, trying to wake him up: "Su Muwei, Su Muwei, wake up quickly, don't scare me."

The man didn't react at all.

A dagger appeared in Nan Xingchen's hand, he cut his wrist, and dripped blood onto the rune.

About half a cup of tea later, Nan Xingchen almost fainted due to excessive blood loss.

She cursed inwardly, thinking that this little body was so weak.

Nan Xingchen rubbed his face: "Su Muwei, wake up quickly. Su Muwei..."

She called his name over and over again, but he didn't respond.

Nan Xingchen placed two fingers on the tip of his nose to detect her breath, but found that he had no breath at all?

Is he dead!?

In an instant, even the blood in Nan Xingchen's body seemed to solidify...

No, it's not possible...

He is the feared Demon Lord. He has lived for tens of thousands of years. How could he die?

How could he die?

"Su Muwei, wake up quickly, don't scare me, I'm timid..."

Nan Xingchen shook his arm hard, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes.

She hugged him and embraced him, even putting her hands inside his clothes and touching his chest to help cool him down.

The man in his arms still showed no reaction.

But she took out a woman's handkerchief from his clothes on his chest.

The handkerchief was folded very neatly and kept close to her body. She felt bitter in her heart. She had thought that this man would be different from others, but who would have thought that he was also a man who was merciful everywhere.

She angrily threw her handkerchief to the ground, and it unfolded in the wind, revealing an ice daffodil embroidered on it.

This, this handkerchief is hers???

Nan Xingchen picked up the handkerchief, held it in his palm, and huge waves rolled in his heart. A strong love broke out of the ground and sprouted in his heart.

She thought that she had felt the taste of love, a love deeper than liking, and it was right now.

For the man in front of him, even though he is the high and mighty Demon Lord, a cold and indifferent person, he would also be moved, right?

I don’t know if it will have the chance to grow and bloom, but at this moment Nan Xingchen wants to let himself sink.

This feeling is amazing!

Nan Xingchen gently stroked Su Muwei's cheek and murmured, "When did you hide my handkerchief?"

Two lines of tears flowed silently, falling on Su Muwei's face, creating ripples in her heart.

It doesn’t matter if this face is fake, as long as he doesn’t reveal his true form in front of her to scare her.

So what if he is the Demon Lord? If he really has feelings for her, she is willing to give each other a chance.

Nan Xingchen patted his face and choked up, "Su Muwei, wake up quickly. If you don't wake up, I will kiss you."