Heart Demon, She is Doing Things Again

A Chan's eyes gradually became fierce.

How to get fat? ! What's wrong with his man for a harem? Will you remember her when you say yes? If you say yes, will she be better? Not only do I just want to kill her, but now I suspect there is a harem? !

Pooh! Big hoof!

Several people came here, and A Chan hid in hiding.

The comers are the waiters of the two demons, and are moving tables and chairs in the yard.

"Oh, there are really many women here." A waiter glanced and whispered to his classmates.

"That's not true," another person said with You Rongyan. "As soon as the news that our Lord has won the magic lamp comes out, those guys who used to fight against God have scared their courage. In addition, they have lost their strength in order to **** artifacts from Lord. The most terrible ones are almost dead. Now that they are not connected, they have to hurry up and save their lives! "

"That's really an emergency. We don't have a good female appearance. Even if we send more beauties, we can't ask for the good, but it is cheaper.

Did n’t you see that there were already several demon lords who were just wandering around the gate of the palace. Are you going to find an excuse to help in and come to see them, all rushing to pick someone first ... "

"Hey, it doesn't matter how much they do, they send some more beauties. In case we are developed someday, we might be able to get one or two beauties, hey ..."

"Haha, your kid is beautiful and dreams faster ..."

They walked away before Achan came out of the hiding place. After listening to their conversation, Murongli did not intend to open the harem, and his face eased slightly.

The palace yard is preparing to entertain these beauties from various forces. Although Mozun Murongli probably won't choose a woman from here, in case they will be favored by a high-level demon in the future? What's more, since accepting the sincerity of sincerity, there is no need to be harsh on these beauties.

The women in the yard are talking in groups in the pavilion, or enjoying the flowers in front of the flowers, and you can see the formation of small groups.

The beauties of the devil form two camps headed by two women; the clan is relatively united, although there are also relatives and distances, but they are basically staying close together; the demon clan has a relatively small number of people from the other two realms, and the individual nature is mostly independent. Only sparse Lala gathered together in twos and threes, and they still have a better relationship with the same race or ethnic group.

Achan does not have the emblem of the demon race, nor the characteristics of the demon race. After converging his breath, he looks like an ordinary human race monk.

There were many beauties present, and most of them didn't know each other shortly after they came here. Achan was easily mixed in and was regarded as one of the beauties.

She glanced at the audience, well, it didn't look as good as mine.

A Chan's outstanding appearance quickly attracted a lot of attention. Many beautiful women saw such vicious hostility as their competitors who threatened their devil's favor.

The beauties in the Terran camp are slightly better. Seeing Achan's eyes are not so obvious and unabashedly hostile, the leading Terran woman also came to talk to Achan.

The other party showed a kind smile, "I don't know how to call this monk? What school?"

A Chan casually edited a pseudonym, "My name is Deng Chan, and I will repair it in a random way."

He heard the human beauty behind the woman, and some showed contempt.

The leading woman did not show the slightest color, "If you don't dislike it, come here and talk with everyone. We are all human race monks, and we can have a mutual care when we come here."

A Chan just came to see the excitement, and maybe she would leave in a moment, not interested in having a group with the human beauty.

"No, I'm quiet, just sit here for a while."

"Sorry, I don't know what's wrong!" The female monk with a hot temper behind her sneered directly, "But with the good colors, the local repairs dare to be so crazy, but this is the magic palace. ! "

A Chan shrugged indifferently and sat down in a quiet shade. Just now I heard that there is a banquet here for a while. She has n’t eaten for a long time, and she just had a chance to rub it.

She was trapped in the lamp. I haven't seen so many people in many years. Now when I see these women fighting for beauty and intrigue, they feel strangely cute.

While waiting, she swept her head, and not far away was a demon girl with a pair of small round ears on her head who was also alone.

A Chan could see that she was really a very small civet, probably because she was too weak and no one wanted to take her, so she was holding a book in the corner.

The other party was stunned for a while, his eyes looked a little stunned, and after seeing A Chan's face clearly, his eyes were clearly written in praise of A Chan's beauty. Facing Achan's eyes, she hesitated and waved her words to Achan, "Want to see them together?"

A Chan was also bored waiting for the dinner, "I want it!"

The two little girls sat together reading a book, and after reading it, the time passed quickly, and the banquet soon took place. Saying it is a banquet, in fact, A Chan feels more like a big pot of rice. There are many types and amounts of dishes, but they are not very delicate, but the taste is ok.

Many of the beauties sent came from the heads of elites and daughters of elders.

The old grandma-like Mozu woman who was in charge of the banquet glanced coldly, "Do you think people are eating well."

A few beauties followed the old grandma's gesture to see the most beautiful humanoid monk in the courtyard dine in style, but the dishes in front of her quickly emptied plate after plate. dish.

A few beauties suddenly felt that if they did not hurry to eat, they might not want to eat for a while. It ’s not like a house in a magic palace. No one is used to them. There is no small kitchen to prepare hot meals for them at any time. The sense of crisis that had risen in vain made them pick up chopsticks and eat them quietly. It was not as difficult to swallow as they had imagined.

If Chan knew that they would probably tell them, after all, it is more fragrant to eat.

Grandma glanced with satisfaction at a few well-dressed ladies, and glanced at Achan who was honest and obedient and able to eat.

After the meal, the waiter also allocated a room for each beauty, and A Chan also got one, and the "Deng Chan" brand was hung at the door.

At the beginning, A Chan slipped into the beauty salon every day and after rubbing and eating, she thought about going back to the Treasure Pavilion. Later, after many days, no one set foot in the Treasure Pavilion, she became emboldened, and lived in the room allocated by the Beauty Academy "without going home at night".

Although the Palace of Magic provides meals to the Beauty Academy on time and is out of date, the cakes can be taken at any time. Achan took several dozen cakes and returned to the room.

She laid a bed of pastries and lay in the middle of a bed full of pastries, lying on the bed with Erlang's legs while reading the words book that the little civet girl lent her. , Nibbling slowly, nibbling beautifully.

Seeing sleepy, surrounded by pastries, smelling the sweet smell and sleeping sweetly, even the dream is sweet.

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At night, the magic palace is quiet, except for the night guards, almost all have entered sleep.

Cultivation to Murong away from this state, no longer need sleep.

He walked aimlessly in his magic palace, the whole palace was shrouded in cold moonlight, quiet and cold.

He couldn't tell whether he was intentionally or unintentionally. When he stopped, he had already reached the treasure hall.

Murongli stood in front of the Treasure Pavilion for a while, and lifted his feet and walked in.

All the rare treasures he got were displayed in the treasure hall, and the things on the cabinets on both sides could almost dazzle people's eyes. Anything out here is a treasure that can cause contention.

He walked all the way to the back of the Jumbo Pavilion, where the most precious things of the entire Jumbo Pavilion were placed, and the magic lamp was placed in the most conspicuous position.

Murong's eyes were deep, and once he raised his hand, the magic lamp slowly fell on his palm.

He rubbed the patterns carved on the lamp with his fingers, and suddenly he looked startled, and his face was completely gloomy.

The light is gone. He could feel that Deng Ling was not inside.

Anger raged and mana overflowed, forming a vortex around him, wrapped in wide-sleeved clothes and hunting. The treasures of the Jumbo Pavilion jingled to the ground, but he didn't care at all, only staring dangerously at the magic lamp in his hand, full of storms.

Murongli put the magic lamp into Lingfu, sensing the position of Lingling, and disappeared in place instantly.

Deng Ling didn't leave the devil's palace. This recognition calmed the angry devil a little quietly, but he was still sullen. The magic lamp recognizes him as the master, and as long as he wants, he can easily find the spirit of the lamp that has slipped away and catch her back.

Murongli traced to the Beauty Academy. It is far away from his palace, he rarely comes here.

Beside Achan's bed, after a wave of ink-like fluctuations, a figure appeared out of thin air. He stood by the bed, and the pale moonlight through the window paper enveloped his long shadow over her.

Murongli came with a betrayal of anger, and when he saw Achan lying soundly sleeping in the pastry pile, his dark mood was suddenly interrupted.

He tapped his forehead and twisted a piece of pastry on her bed. The wrapping paper of this pastry was opened at a corner, and a small piece of bite was seen on the yellow edge of the pea inside, leaving a row of small teeth marks. Murongli's expression was complex and difficult to distinguish.

He looked at her face. A Chan also seemed very happy in her sleep, her expression relaxed and happy. Looking at her harmless sleepless face, Murong's eyes were cold, his fingers moved, and finally he only crushed the pea yellow in his hand.

Murongli looked at her for a moment and then withdrew his gaze, looked down at the pastry wrapping paper where he threw it, and saw that he was disgusted. He also threw the broken pea yellow into the "garbage dump".

He had wanted to turn around and leave, but he paused, turned around, and shook his sleeve gently. In A Chan's unknowingness, out of some kind of revenge, all the pastries on her bed were put into Qiankun's sleeves A laugh disappeared into her room.

The next morning, A Chan stretched his lazy waist, closed his eyes and touched the pastry, but touched it for a long time but found nothing.

She opened her eyes strangely, opened the thin and was glanced at, why didn't a piece of pastry disappear?

She blinked and looked at the quilt again unscrupulously, still not.

A Chan sat up a little ignorantly and glanced under the bed. She didn't see so many pastries she put on the bed yesterday.