Only the strong deserve to own the vase

Xie Zeyuan took Yan to a palace in the endless sea. It had the same architectural layout as the Demon King's Palace. Xie Zeyuan was familiar with it, and Yan Mi was also familiar with it.

They walked on the brick-red corridor in the atrium of the palace, and Yan Mi still remembered that there were wisteria flowers blooming under the porch all the year round.The blue-purple flowers are crowded together in clusters, and when the wind blows, they sway beautifully.

Such non-aggressive plants can only be seen in the territory of powerful high-level demons.They rely on abundant and stable magic essence to grow, and once they are damaged by the outside world, they will easily wither.There will also be other demons who will pick and harvest them when they have just grown up, and sell them to flower merchants to make them into expensive decorations for the nobles' entertainment.

Yan Mi sometimes feels that they are just like these non-aggressive plants, only if they are kept in captivity and carefully cared for can they bloom more brilliantly and vividly.

Higher demons don't know love, they only know possession, and Nightmare is the same.They also don't understand love, and what they are chasing is only the strong in their hearts.

The high-level demons and nightmares in ancient times belonged to the demons, and they were much more sensitive than modern times. Amidst constant injuries and temptations, a tug-of-war that lasted tens of millions of years was always going on.

Yan Mi took the lead to win the round a long time ago, but now he feels more and more powerless.He felt that he couldn't figure out what the devil was thinking, whether he called Deyer's name wrongly on purpose, or showed "I will show you my heart", Xie Zeyuan was not moved.

No, it's not all unimpressed.It's just the way it moves, it's not quite right.

Yan Mi followed Xie Zeyuan step by step. Under the porch, the wisteria flowers that were originally blooming were withered due to the owner's long sleep, and looked depressed and decayed.Yan Mi's eyes flicked over the wisteria flowers and landed on Xie Zeyuan's body.

He changed out of the white shirt he often wore in the world of watches, and put on a black robe with intricate magic patterns drawn on the corners of the robe, which were patterns of high-level enchantment.There was a golden tassel hanging from the front of his clothes, Yan Mi looked at his walking pace, and could even imagine how the tassel that he loved and hated swayed slightly with Xie Zeyuan's walking movements.

When the Demon Lord walks ahead, he never looks back.No one is worth his turning back.So Yan Mi's eyes rested on Xie Zeyuan unscrupulously.

He doesn't know why Xie Zeyuan brought him here suddenly, and he doesn't know what he wants to do, but Yan has an advantage, he doesn't think twice about things that he can't figure out, they are very pragmatic, and they are so practical that they sometimes make the high-level demons angry teeth itching.

Just like now, Xie Zeyuan was waiting for Yan Mi to speak up all the way, even if he asked: "Master, what are we going to do?" Instead, use body language and eyes more often to express your thoughts.

Xie Zeyuan wanted to force him to speak, but he had to use some special means.

The demon king Xie was very dissatisfied with this, but the part of the emotions cultivated as a human being never tired of wanting to pry Yan Mi's mouth open, wanting to hear the true thoughts deep in his heart.

The corridor in the atrium was not long, and soon they came to the end.Xie Zeyuan pushed open the gate of the palace, and a collection hall was displayed in front of the two of them.

The huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows were blocked by heavy curtains, Xie Zeyuan opened the curtains, and a whole field of scarlet roses came into view.These roses are different from the wisteria under the porch. They are strange and fierce. In the absence of magic essence, they will actively attack all passing creatures to maintain their own nutrients.

Scarlet roses are in full bloom, and under the sun, they are extremely delicate and beautiful.

Xie Zeyuan opened the window and said to Yan Mi, "Come here."

Yan Mi stepped forward.

Xie Zeyuan stretched out his hand and easily broke a scarlet rose. He asked Yan Mi to find a glass petri dish and put all the petals of the scarlet rose into it.

He broke a total of thirteen scarlet roses, and the other roses that hadn't been broken shivered, afraid that it would be his turn next.It wasn't until Xie Zeyuan stopped and left the floor-to-ceiling windows that the scarlet roses reappeared against the breeze.It's just that the rose bushes that were originally a whole piece are now bald, which looks extremely discordant.

Xie Zeyuan held a petri dish full of rose petals in one hand, and pulled out a grinding rod from the shelf beside him with the other. He walked to the table in the collection hall and began to finely grind the full rose petals.

Scarlet rose is just like its name, its color is blood red, with a slight scarlet smell of blood.Yan Mi stood beside Xie Zeyuan, watching him grind up the rose petals bit by bit, and finally turned them into bright red juice.

Xie Zeyuan took this step for a long time, his patience was good enough, and his movements were not rushed or slow, which was pleasing to the eye.Yan Mi looked at his slender knuckles and the faint blue veins on the back of his hands, feeling that his body was about to go limp again.

Xie Zeyuan put down the grinding rod and held the glass petri dish in his hand. He mobilized the magic essence and removed everything on the table.

Yan Mi's breath stopped, and he quickly glanced at the Demon King as if thinking of something.

Xie Zeyuan sat upright on the high-backed chair, the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Go up." He raised his chin toward the empty table: "Take off your clothes and lie down."

Yan was short of breath under the order of the high-ranking demons, Qingyu was urged, he took off his clothes obediently, and lay down on the table.The table polished by the primary crystal ore has a cool and smooth texture, and Yan Mi's hot skin sticks to it, feeling a burst of relief.

Hearing the sound of the drawer opening, Yan Mi turned his head and saw Xie Zeyuan take out a pure white quill from the drawer.

Under Yan Mi's gaze, Xie Zeyuan suddenly turned his wrist, letting the feather of the quill pen face down, and gently brushed Yan Mi's back.

"Hmm." The softness of the tip of the feather and the hardness of the root close to the root canal formed a wonderful tactile sensation, walking on the back, Yan Mi raised his head and couldn't help moaning.

The feather wandered to Yan Mi's waist, which already formed a seductive depression with the upturned buttocks, but now because of Yan Mi's movements of folding his arms and lying down, the curves are more distinct.

Xie Zeyuan increased his strength and swept the charming depression back and forth.

Yan Mi was so intolerable.

A mist formed in his eyes, and he looked longingly at Xie Zeyuan.

However, Xie Zeyuan suddenly stopped.

He smoothed out the messy feathers and picked up the pen again.

Yan Mi's eyes widened, as if he couldn't figure out how Xie Zeyuan could stop at such a time.

Xie Zeyuan chuckled lightly: "Don't worry, I'll give it to you in a while. After a while, I won't ask you no."

As he spoke, he bit his wrist, and Xie Zeyuan's blood dripped into the glass petri dish filled with rose juice.

The self-healing ability of the high-level demons is very good, and the wounds he bit out by himself healed in just a moment.Xie Zeyuan didn't care about the light red mark on his wrist, and dipped a quill pen into the rose juice mixed with his blood to write on Yan Mi's back.

The juice was cold, and the tip of the pen was a little hard. Xie Zeyuan wrote very steadily, and his drawing speed was very fast. His strength was heavy and sometimes light, and Yan Mi's back trembled slightly as he wrote.

The slight tingling pain was dispelled by the tingling sensation, and Xie Zeyuan's movements gradually moved down from Yan Mi's back.

Suddenly, Yan Mi let out a soft cry, and the quill was clamped tightly by the peak of his hip.

Xie Zeyuan put down the glass petri dish in his hand, and patted his buttocks with a little force.

Xie Zeyuan: "Don't move, relax."

......

After finally waiting for Xie Zeyuan to finish his work, Yan Mi was covered with a thin layer of sweat.On his back, a complex pattern of magic lines was drawn, one after another, interlocking, smooth and mysterious, the last part was buried deep in the two-petaled peach mound, and disappeared from sight.

Xie Zeyuan looked at his work with satisfaction, and discarded the used tools on the carpet.He supported the table with one hand, and wiped the thin sweat off Yan Mi's back with the other: "Now, let's start what you want."

......

Xie Zeyuan pinched Yan Mi's waist, striking fiercely.

Yan Mi felt the patterns on his back start to heat up, which was hotter than his body temperature. With Xie Zeyuan's movements, the burning sensation on his back became more intense.

He began to resist, struggling to escape.But it has always been firmly suppressed by the higher demons.

If it were the former Demon King, now he would just hold Yan Yan and forcibly accept what he gave, without explaining or comforting him.You can only rely on Nightmare to comprehend the Demon King's intentions.

But now, Xie Zeyuan's delicate kisses landed on Yan Mi's neck and ears, and his voice was strangely comforting, and it sounded like a mess to Yan Mi: "Be patient, it will be over soon."

Consciousness rises to the sky, and the eyes are full of twinkling little stars.

Xie Zeyuan let him go and sat back on the high back chair.

It took Yan Mi a while to regain his consciousness, and then, he immediately felt the intuitive changes from inside his body.He raised his hand, and with a swipe, his claws popped out.

The sharp nails instantly left a clear mark on the extremely hard table.

Yan Mi stared blankly at the marks on the table, moved his fingers, it was indeed caused by his nails.This kind of intensity is absolutely impossible for the original him!

He looked at Xie Zeyuan in surprise, and using both hands and feet, he got up from the table and threw himself into Xie Zeyuan's arms.

"Master, this is—"

"Hush—" Xie Zeyuan put a finger against Yan Mi's mouth: "Don't talk about anything else now, let's talk about this issue first."

He made Yan Mi face the table that had been scratched by him: "How can I compensate my table?"

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At the same time, the demon territory of gold.

The arrival of Grand Duke Frost is definitely a key project of the Moyu News Gua. Almost all the high-ranking demons know that the second son of Grand Duke Frost had previously agreed to make a contract with the Marquis of the Demon Clan of Gold.

Now, the little Marquis has brought back a human being and even held a wedding.Looking at the frosty faces of Grand Duke Frost and the Frost Demon, are they here to mess things up?

The militant factor of the demons was aroused, and they crowded forward and back to see the development of the story.