After being reincarnated, he was targeted by a black-bellied junior brother

Duan Qing was startled, then shrugged and smiled, "Is it better for me? Even after so many years, I am the only one who misses you...... Do you feel very grateful?"

verb: move? "

"Moved?" Baili Wuming turned his head and glanced at Duan Qing, spread his hands, "Moved what? I'm moved, but I'm still alive, but you wish I could die

What? "

"I……"

Opening her mouth, Duan Qing gasped.

Why did Baili Wuming's mouth turn poisonous after he regained his status as the Immortal Emperor?

"Senior brother, it's rare that we are so destined to meet each other here, can't you say something nice?"

"You just met this deity today?" Baili Wuming stretched out his hand to caress the cold tombstone, with mixed feelings in his heart, "Whether it's Baili Wuming or the Immortal Emperor...the deity has never given you any good looks, right? ?”

"No way." Duan Qing's purple pupils curved into crescent moons, and she smiled proudly, "Brother, you told me that you like me!"

A guilty conscience flashed across Baili Wuming's eyes, but he soon returned to normal, calmly retorting: "At that time, you were Duan Qing, a gentle and considerate little junior, of course everyone loved him, but that was just yours. camouflage......"

Suddenly, Baili Wuming was hugged by Duan Qing from behind.

His heart pounded, and Baili Wuming's thin lips were tightly pressed together.

Duan Qing's hug was not sudden, he had some time to react and some time to refuse.

Duan Qing didn't expect Baili Wuming to stand in place without moving, so she couldn't help being bold, hugging her harder and harder.

This body, this person...

Duan Qing's heart was pounding with excitement.

He thought he would never touch it again!

"Brother, as long as you want, I can change back to that gentle and considerate little brother at any time..."

Through the thick fabric, Duan Qing had the illusion that he felt Baili Wuming's body temperature and that seductive fragrance.

Now he already understood that the reason why Baili Wuming smelled so fragrant was because of the immortal emperor's spiritual power.

This spiritual power is powerful and holy, and it has a fatal temptation for the demons.

At first he was attracted by this spiritual power, but now, no matter whether Baili Wuming has this spiritual power or not, he still wants Baili Wuming.

The two hands couldn't help rubbing gently on Baili Wuming's blue gown, and Duan Qing heard the sound of blood boiling all over her body.

"Senior brother, I like you... I really like you... no matter if you are Baili Wuming or the Immortal Emperor."

Although the voice that entered Baili Wuming's ears was small, it was serious enough to impress anyone.

However, just when Duan Qing was about to put his hand into Baili Wuming's clothes, he was suddenly bounced away by a powerful spiritual force.

Staggering a few steps back, Duan Qing's mouth was bleeding, and she smiled bitterly, "Senior brother is really wicked, it's irresponsible to seduce me."

Baili Wuming tidied up his clothes that were messed up by Duan Qing, and rolled his eyes at Duan Qing, "Is it the other way around? You are not seducing me

What? "

"That's right." Duan Qing shrugged, "Then...was senior brother seduced by me?"

"No." Baili Wuming shook his head, "Your level of seduction is too bad."

Duan Qing helped her forehead, "Brother, your ability to hit me is as high as ever!"

Realizing that she couldn't go any further with Baili Wuming's skin-to-skin contact, Duan Qing had no choice but to pick up the wine jar, sipped a few swigs of wine, "Brother, would you like some?"

Baili Wuming's eyes fell on the wine jar in Duan Qing's hand, hesitating.

"Could it be that senior brother, you still can't drink so badly after you regained your status as the Immortal Emperor?"

"When did the deity lose his capacity for alcohol?" Baili Wuming was not reconciled, he reached out and snatched half of Duan Qingming's wine jug.

He still remembered that he and Duan Qing drank wine in front of this wordless tombstone before, and he passed out within a few sips.

The aroma of the wine was tangy, rich and sweet, Baili Wuming tasted it a little, and thought it tasted good, but he didn't dare to drink it too much.Now he is the first emperor, if he passed out without warning in front of the demon king, wouldn't it be embarrassing and embarrassing.

"Heh!" Duan Qing chuckled, pointing to the wine jar in Baili Wuming's hands, "You don't have to force yourself if you can't drink it."

Baili Wuming refused to admit defeat, took another sip of the wine, and then threw the wine jar to Duan Qing, "The wine you prepared is too difficult to drink."

"What kind of wine does senior brother like to drink, I'll bring it to you next time." After Duan Qing finished speaking, she drank the rest of the wine in the jar.

"There will be no next time. This is the last time I will have a drink with you...for the sake of your tombstone."

The hands holding the wine jar froze, Duan Qing let out a sigh, "Brother, do you have to treat me like this?"

"No?" Baili Wuming raised his eyebrows.

"It's not impossible, it's just..." Duan Qing put down the wine jar in her hand, dejectedly, "I want to know what should I do to save you

What? "

"If the deity is not the Immortal Emperor, maybe you still have a chance. After all, you have a good face, but it's a pity..."

Baili Wuming's slender, white fingers caressed the cold wordless tombstone, and in the next second, there was a click, and the tombstone shattered in half and fell over.

Duan Qing's heart was like this tombstone, it also cracked, the pain caused him to hold his lower lip.

The wind, cool, messed up the already messy blue hair.

"Senior brother, I...I have cheated your feelings and played with your body..." Duan Qing lowered her head deeply and clenched her hands hard.

Recalling the wicked things he had done, he knew that he did not deserve Baili Wuming's forgiveness.

But......

"I know I was wrong. As long as I can make up for it, just ask me, and I will do it."

Baili Wuming listened quietly to Duan Qing's words, expressionless.

The wind stopped, and the forest became more solemn.

This silence inexplicably gave Duan Qing a hint of ominous premonition, he always felt that the more Baili Wuming remained silent, the more uncertain he would be.

He is a demon.

He shouldn't have feelings, but he just fell in love with a human being, who was a fateful opponent thousands of years ago.

Duan Qing didn't know what to do, she wanted to see Baili Wuming but didn't dare to see Baili Wuming, and when she saw Baili Wuming, she was afraid of being rejected by Baili Wuming. "Brother, tell me, what can I do to make you change your mind?"

Baili Wuming stepped towards Duan Qing, approaching step by step, with steady steps.

For a moment, Duan Qing wanted to retreat, but he still didn't move.

Face to face with Duan Qing, the two of them were only one step away, Baili Wuming said calmly: "If you really feel sorry for this deity, kill yourself!"

The purple pupils stared suddenly, and Duan Qing looked directly into Baili Wuming's eyes, knowing that Baili Wuming was not joking.

In fact, he had a vague premonition that what Baili Wuming wanted was his life.

"Just because I'm a Demon Lord, brother, you want me to die, don't you?"

"Yes."

Baili Wuming answered neatly, without giving Duan Qing a glimmer of hope.

Duan Qing closed her eyes forcefully, and took a deep breath.

"I'm dead... Brother, will you remember me forever?"

"Yes."

"Will that regard me as your lover, your Taoist companion?"

"You die first."

Duan Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, behind one hand, a lot of magic power gathered in it instantly.

"Brother, you are really serious, I am dying and you still refuse to say what I want to hear..."

Suddenly, Duan Qing's sharp fingertips slammed into her left chest, Baili Wuming's expression changed suddenly.

Heilongyuan.

Night Crow sat on a towering tree, leaning against the rough trunk.

Now he, without the demon species, is not worthy to be the guardian of the demon clan, and he can't even stay in the Longqian Temple.

Mang Hong had a big fight with Binglong and Lei Lin, because Binglong and Lei Lin thought that Duan Qing was stunned by the Immortal Emperor and was not qualified to continue to be their Demon Lord. They should seek revenge from the Immortal Emperor themselves.

But Mang Hong thinks that the most important thing right now is not to deal with the Immortal Emperor, but to capture the traitor Xuan Ming and bring him back to justice.

Whether it is beating the Immortal Emperor or Xuanming, in Ye Ya's view, it has nothing to do with him, because he can't beat anyone.

"Ugh!"

Night Crow was dejected.

In the end, just as Lan Tianao said, he who lost his demon species couldn’t stay in the demon clan, because the demon clan respects the strong and the world where the weak prey on the strong.

"I am neither worthy to assist the Lord nor serve the demons. I am really a waste."

As soon as he finished speaking, an idea suddenly appeared in his mind—to find Lan Tianao one by one.

"Am I crazy?"

Ye Ya talked to himself and shook his head.

Lan Tianao's treatment of him, even if it wasn't because of indulgence Gu, I'm afraid it was a novelty for a while.

Now that he has returned to Heilongyuan, and Lan Tianao has also returned to Lancaotang, the two may not have the chance to meet again in the future.

"I believe it won't be long before Lan Tianao will forget me, right?"

Night Crow felt a tightness in his chest.

Taking a ten thousand step back, even if Lan Tianao is sincere to him, so what.

Lan Tianao is a human immortal cultivator, while he is a demon.

Immortals and demons have different paths, and they are destined to have no fate.

Suddenly, Ye Ya thought of Duan Qing and Baili Wuming.

Duan Qing is the Demon Lord, and Baili Wuming is the Immortal Emperor. The two people who were incompatible a thousand years ago now have a complicated relationship in this life.

If Duan Qing really has a way to make Baili Wuming let go of his hostile stance and change his mind, does that mean that there is also the possibility of breaking the shackles of identity between him and Lan Tianao?

Looking up at the moon, Ye Ya couldn't help but laugh at himself in his heart for thinking about beautiful things.

Immortals and demons, is it so easy?

Orchid Cottage.

Lan Tianao couldn't sleep, and was lying by the window with one hand on his chin and looking at the moon.

The moon tonight is big and round, as beautiful as a jade plate.

"What is Night Crow doing, do you miss me?"

Lan Tianao said to himself, feeling more and more that Ye Ya must have missed him.

"Could it be possible that Ye Ya still likes that Demon Lord now?"

Standing up abruptly, Lan Tianao hugged his head tightly, his eyes widened.

In my impression, Ye Ya has never said that he likes him, even if the relationship between the two is already so close that it cannot be any closer.

"Damn! So why did I let the night crow go back with that Demon Venerable!"

It was only now that Lan Tianao regretted it, regretting so much that his intestines were green.

Dark clouds closed the moon, and the night seemed endless.

In the depths of the mountain forest, warm blood trickled down, staining the wild grass under his feet.

Duan Qing stared wide-eyed, pale with shock.