I was reborn as the Early-Dead Demon Lord! I was imprisoned and spoiled by the Black Immortal Lord

Xie Wenyun felt it was difficult to breathe after being kissed. He wanted to push the person away, but he had no strength and could not push him away. Instead, his collar opened wider while struggling.

"Well... don't..."

Jiang Lingzhou felt that he must be crazy, otherwise why would he kiss Xie Wenyun.

But the more they kissed, the more he felt that Xie Wenyun fascinated him, like opium, making him addicted, making him want a lot, wanting to possess, wanting to plunder, wanting everything from him.

This crazy feeling made him unable to extricate himself.

Both hands were also wandering around his body dishonestly, and things were gradually getting out of control...

The soft moans and gasps of the person under him constantly stimulated his eardrums, prompting him to want more.

Jiang Lingzhou's reason told him not to take advantage of others, but his inner desire told him otherwise.

He wants him!

He wants Xie Wenyun!

He... wanted to look at him, touch him, hug him, kiss him, wanted to see him smile, wanted to hear him talk, wanted to completely possess this person, the one he had always regarded as a rival in love, but now he loved her so much that he couldn't help himself.

Yes, he likes him!

Everything seemed to become clear in this kiss.

Why does he care so much, why is he so angry.

At this moment, he finally understood...his persistence for the past two years might have been because he liked Xie Wenyun...

"Jiang... Jiang Lingzhou..." Xie Wenyun's aggrieved voice came out intermittently from his swollen lips that were kissed.

Jiang Lingzhou panted and looked up at the person under him. At this time, his clothes were half-undressed, and his white and firm muscles were faintly visible under the clothes.

His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

No matter who Xie Wenyun’s previous man was, no matter who he loved.

At this moment, he called out his own name: "Tell me, who am I?"

"Jiang... Lingzhou..." Xie Wenyun took a breath: "Who else could it be besides you..."

"I want you..." Jiang Lingzhou lifted him up and held him tightly in his arms, his tone full of inquiry, pleading, and madness...

"Hmm..." A tear overflowed from Xie Wenyun's eyes. It was unclear whether it was an unconscious moan or an agreement to Jiang Lingzhou's request.

Jiang Lingzhou seemed to have received permission from Xie Wenyun. He looked at the person in his arms, lowered his head and kissed his forehead devoutly.

"Xie Wenyun...give you to me...give me a chance to like you on behalf of Senior Sister Ye! And also give you a chance to let go..."

He stroked Xie Wenyun's smooth, jade-like cheek and kissed away his tears: "Believe me... I won't let you down... Will you be with me?"

One after another, hot kisses were imprinted on Xie Wenyun's cheeks, like some kind of brand, burning him so much that he trembled slightly.

Perhaps because he heard Jiang Lingzhou's words, or because the kiss was too gentle, he closed his eyes and nodded randomly, his hands climbing onto Jiang Lingzhou's neck: "Hmm..."

…………

Jiang Lingzhou finally got what he wanted...

The alcohol has worn off...

Feeling Xie Wenyun falling asleep in his arms, he also closed his eyes.

He might know why he did this to Xie Wenyun.

But he has no regrets!

If he could do it again, he would still choose to do the same...

Because at this moment, he got the satisfaction that he had not gotten in all these years...

He got Xie Wenyun...

Jiang Lingzhou knows himself and understands himself...

The experiences he had from childhood to adulthood had changed him, and there was nothing or anyone he would keep in his heart forever.

But he mistakenly thought that the bowl of longevity noodles made by Senior Sister Ye had made him miss it for two whole years...

He thought he liked Senior Sister Ye, but in fact, Senior Sister Ye was really with someone else. Instead, he felt relieved.

Knowing that Senior Sister Ye chose Lin Yuan instead of Xie Wenyun, he actually felt a little fortunate for a moment.

He originally thought that this relief was gloating, because what he didn't get, Xie Wenyun didn't get either.

But every time he looked into his distraught eyes, Xie Wenyun felt a sharp pain in his heart...

And now.

He found that he had fallen in love with Xie Wenyun just because of a few of his actions...

He would feel sad because of Xie Wenyun's heartbreak and he would also feel sad...

He would be angry because Xie Wenyun said he had done it with someone else...

He kissed him, and it only took a kiss for him to understand his feelings.

Perhaps what he loved was never Senior Sister Ye, but the real owner of that bowl of noodles.

He brought unreserved kindness, without any deception, without any purpose, just to have a good birthday.

The person who warmed his heart and freed him from pain should be liked... followed...

He is so good, how can you bear to let him down?

He is such a good person, how can you bear to bully him?

He is so good...

Jiang Lingzhou pressed his lips against Xie Wenyun's forehead, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

I'm sorry... My sun, I made you wait for so long. This time I won't fall in love with the wrong person...

"Xie Wenyun...don't like Senior Sister Ye anymore. From now on, please like me..."

…………

Qingling Sword Sect.

Lin Hai's hand holding the wooden kite trembled slightly. It was Lin Ning's work.

Although there were only a few words in the wooden kite, they were like a heavy hammer hitting his heart - we are trapped in the Phantom Demon Sect!

After seeing the handwriting belonging to Lin Ning on the wooden kite, Lin Hai's eyes instantly ignited with anger, as if tangible anger was surging in them.

His immortal robe moved without wind, and the spiritual energy around him became disordered due to his agitated emotions.

"Humph!"

Lin Hai roared angrily, his voice shaking the sky. His whole body was full of majestic momentum, like a tidal wave overwhelming the sea.

"How dare you touch my grandson? If I don't take revenge, I'm unworthy of being the leader of this sect!"

His eyes were like lightning as he looked towards the distant Demonic Sect with murderous intent.

"Someone come!" Following his angry shout, a disciple immediately stepped forward: "Sect Master."

"Quickly send a message to all the major sects. Tell them that He Yan is detaining disciples from all the major sects and may be disrupting the peace. Tell them to send someone here."

Lin Hai's eyes were cold. "Disciples below the Jindan level will stay at the sect, and the rest will follow me to the Huanmo Sect! I want to see who dares to hurt my grandson!"

Soon, a row of disciples appeared above the Qingling Sword Sect.

Lin Hai took the lead, flying in the air, followed by rows of disciples from the sect who were ready for battle.

Their clothes fluttered in the wind, like a group of heavenly soldiers about to rush to the battlefield.

Lin Hai had a stern expression, his eyes were burning with anger, and every glance seemed to be able to burn through the void.

"Boost!"

Lin Hai gave an order, and his voice was like rolling thunder.

His spiritual power surged out, transforming into a dazzling stream of light, rushing towards the Phantom Demon Sect.

The disciples followed closely, the magic weapons in their hands shining with various colors.

Along the way, the weather changed dramatically, as if even the heaven and earth felt Lin Hai's anger.

Along the way, the disciples of the Qingling Sword Sect didn't dare to breathe and could only follow his pace closely and fly quickly.

At the same time, all the large and small sects such as Tianmu Sect and Taichu Sect also received messages from Lin Ning's wooden kite or Lin Hai.

"boom……"

When Wen Daochen heard that his two beloved disciples had been detained, he was so excited that he smashed a table.

"I'm going to beat up He Yan right now! Let him know that although our Tianmu Sect isn't a big sect, our disciples can't let anyone bully them!"

Song Heci immediately frowned, his face full of heartache: "My rosewood green wooden table..."

"Brother!!!"

Wen Daochen became even angrier when he heard his words: "It's already this late, and you're still worried about your table! Don't you worry about your disciples? Wen Yun and Yi Yi are hanging in the balance, why aren't you worried?"

"Aren't they your beloved disciples? They're not mine... Why should I be anxious?" Song Heci raised his eyebrows: "They still remember to send a letter, which means they are not dead..."

"Hmph!" Wen Daochen was furious as he looked at this cheap senior brother and headmaster. "I'm going to save them! Now!"

"Go ahead! You must beat He Yan until he's left with his teeth on the ground, otherwise, don't even call him my junior brother..."

Song Heci waved his sleeves, and the shattered table on the ground was restored to its original state.

He looked at Wen Daochen who had already walked away, sat down lazily and yawned: "With your precious Yiyi around, no one can die. You are just worrying about nothing..."

After saying this, he hummed a little tune and walked away leisurely: "She looks like a delicate girl, but the truth is also false and the false is also true..."

Compared to Lin Hai's anxiety and Wen Daochen's anger, the situation in the martial arts world seemed much calmer.

"elder brother……"

He held a little girl who was just over one year old and had just learned to speak in his arms, and teased her gently: "Ling Huan, don't worry, brother will be back to play with you soon..."

"Daddy... wants my brother..."

The girl pursed her lips and reached out to pull his beard. Her face wrinkled in pain, but she didn't dare show any expression of pain for fear of scaring the child.

"Master, please give Ling Huan to me..." At this time, a gentle-looking woman came out from the back hall and reached out to hold the child.

"Qingyan, you're here..." Jiang Hu handed the child to her.

"Mother..." Ling Huan smiled when he saw his mother.

Jiang Hu put his hands behind his back, tightly grasped the wooden kite on the table with the words "Jiang Lingzhou is trapped" written on it, and sighed softly.