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Chapter 773 After being forcibly married by the Demon Lord 18

Author: Xun Qianqian

Chapter 773 After being forcibly married by the Demon Lord 18

He is a member of the fairy clan...

So you are born to be on the opposite side of him, right?

An inexplicable anger rose, and the Demon Lord said secretly:

"Then you should stop being a fairy and become a demon."

There are also many immortal cultivators and immortals who are possessed by demons.

Since they are in different camps, then change camps.

Mo Qin didn't think about it at all, "No."

Two short words but very firm.

The Demon Lord looked at the girl in his arms steadily for a few times, and finally he could only lower his eyes, lower his head, and hug the person in his arms tighter and tighter.

As if compromising, he murmured in Mo Qin's ear:

"You have killed a lot of demons recently. If you don't want me to hold you accountable...do you have to give me some compensation?"

What kind of good things are demons?

They do all kinds of evil and indulge their own desires and obsessions.

Sometimes even he would despise himself, so how dare he force her to become like him?

The Demon Lord would only have the idea of ​​making a girl like him flash through his mind from time to time, but in the end he still couldn't make up his mind to do it.

Mo Qin was a little surprised that the Demon Lord compromised so quickly.

"What compensation?"

The Demon Lord picked up the man and placed him on the table.

The surrounding scene changed at some point. It was no longer a simple small town inn, but a deep and depressing closed space.

He held Mo Qin's waist with one hand, and his other hand fell on the girl's shoulder, slowly sliding towards her neckline.

"Of course, do something happy..."

Worrying about gains and losses, fearing that you are about to lose something, you probably need more intimate contact to fill it up.

Only by asking for more happiness from her can the negative emotions be offset a little.

But it's just a slight offset.

…

A short-term indulgence cannot really solve the problem.

Just like treating a headache with a head or a foot with a sore foot, the disease itself is never touched.

If he still can't find a solution, he will still become terminally ill and die, right?

Although he held everything he desired most in his arms, the Demon Lord could only feel the gravel draining crazily from his clenched fingers.

The Demon Lord moved his fingers and slowly held the girl's fair and slender wrist.

Mo Qin felt his wrist itching, and then a small dull pain came from his wrist.

The faint smell of blood overflowed.

Mo Qin opened her eyes and looked up at him.

The Demon Lord half-propped his body and scratched the skin of her wrist with his sharp nails.

He dipped his fingertips in blood and concentrated on drawing some runes.

Mo Qin wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down.

The Demon Lord slowly raised his eyes and met Mo Qin's gaze, with prayer in his eyes.

"I won't hurt you, but can you..."

Mo Qin hesitated for a moment. The previous Demon Lord used arrogance and force to pretend, trying to cover up his inner fear.

Now he doesn't know if it's an act or if it's real.

The demon king's blood was slightly darker, and the two mixed together, as if the girl's blood was also stained.

Mo Qin watched him slowly finish the last stroke.

The Demon Lord asked again: "Is it okay?"

This was probably some kind of contract. He just asked if it was possible, but he didn't explain what the contract was.

Mo Qin pursed her lips and finally felt a little soft-hearted.

"Um."

Just as he agreed, Mo Qin added: "If it's some weird unequal contract, I can't guarantee what I'll do if I find out the truth."

The Demon Lord was just about to take action when he paused after hearing these words.

His eyes fell on the rune, his long eyelashes trembled, and without saying a word, he silently triggered the formation and signed the contract.

Dark golden light lit up, and the strange talisman became its substance, intertwined and fused, and finally turned into a faint light that penetrated between the eyebrows of the two people.

Mo Qin only felt the heat for a moment, like a stream flowing into the sea, and then disappeared without a trace.

The Demon Lord showed a sincere smile, which was a bit reserved:

"alright."

Mo Qin looked at him suspiciously, but couldn't see anything.

"What kind of contract is this?"

The Demon Lord blinked, seemingly innocent:

"It's something that can connect us closely. You can't betray me, otherwise you will be punished..." The same goes for me.

He still didn't say what it was.

There are so many techniques from various races and so many techniques that Mo Qin certainly cannot fully understand them.

Looking at the reaction of the formation just now, Mo Qin felt that this was probably something from the demon clan.

Mo Qin: "Then killing the demon clan is considered betrayal?"

Demon Lord: "It doesn't count."

The demon clan is a huge whole, but it is not itself, he is just one of them.

He would only put her before himself, so how could he put the entire demon clan before her?

Of course he won't stop her from doing what she wants to do.

Mo Qin glanced at him, "What about the group of immortals dealing with the entire demon clan?"

Demon Lord: "It's me, not any other demon, let alone the demon clan."

Mo Qin probably understood and did not continue to ask further.

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Wen Lan was sitting in Si Heng's room. She used a spell to isolate herself from possible prying eyes from the outside world.

"Aheng, what should we do now?"

Those immortals spoke to each other, making it impossible for them to refuse this temporary companion.

And they cannot reveal their true purpose.

If they continue to be entangled like this, it will delay their progress. If those demons catch up...

Those immortals are really an eyesore.

Si Heng's face was cold: "Stay still for now and look for opportunities to get rid of them."

In his heyday, it would have been easy to get rid of these immortals, but now he still has to worry about it.

While Si Heng felt powerless, he was even more eager to regain his strength.

night.

Before Si Heng could rest, he heard a knock on the door.

During the day, the flute-playing fairy stood outside the door.

Si Heng was lukewarm: "What's the matter with fellow Taoist?"

Zhuodi was stunned for a moment, still shrinking a little in her heart, but she still put on a smile and said apologetically towards Si Heng:

"Sorry for visiting late at night. I just want to have a chat with you."

Zhuodi's face was sincere, which made Si Heng's heart skip a beat.

He was afraid that he would discover his identity.

Si Heng nodded and turned to let him enter the room, "Come in."

Between his words and gestures, Si Heng unconsciously placed himself in the position of a powerful person.

As the door was about to close, Zhudi bowed to Si Heng.

"Little Immortal Zhudi, I have met the Immortal Lord!"

Si Heng had a gloomy face and stared at Zhudi's head lowered towards him, as if he could see a hole in it.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around, walked to the table and sat down.

Si Heng sneered and said: "What Immortal Lord? I don't know what fellow Taoist is talking about."

There is already a warning implicit in these words.

Zhudi fearfully bowed to Si Heng, "Immortal Lord, Si Heng, the God of War! Now that the immortals are being oppressed by the demons, we hope that the God of War will return and lead our immortals to defeat the demons!"

When his identity was revealed, Si Heng's hand on the table clenched into a fist, then slowly unclenched it.

"Do you all know my identity?"

"Yes! The God of War has excellent talents, so naturally we will not admit our mistake."

(End of chapter)