Stealing the Yuri Protagonist Harem

The man wore an imperial crown, an imperial robe, and held a dark golden long sword.

His face was blurred, but people dared not look directly at him.

He stood in front of the black dragon that almost turned into a demon, and slowly raised the hand holding the sword.

As he raised his hand, countless starlights emerged from the void and rushed to the dark golden long sword in his hand, completely covering the dark golden sword body, as if it had turned into a larger golden sword.

Behind him, it seemed that all living beings appeared to worship, and under his feet, a golden dragon wrapped in star mist was looming.

Even though they were separated by a space, Luo Wusheng could feel the power of this sword that made him dry his mouth.

But the black dragon, which was targeted, was like falling into a dream in the mortal world, and could not resist this terrifying sword at all.

It saw its miserable death countless times in its mind, and saw the figure that it thought was the "remnant of the ancient heaven" cut it down again and again...

The seeds of fear took root, sprouted, blossomed and bore fruit.

Finally, the black dragon seemed to see a palace.

The layout of the palace made it feel familiar, and it eventually realized that it was full of elements of the ancient heaven in its memory.

But it had never seen such a magnificent palace in the ruins of the ancient heaven.

Above the palace, a vague figure looked down at it, and gently raised a long sword that was also unclear as if judging it.

The black dragon was terrified, and had no thought of resisting. It completely turned into a demon and turned to escape.

At this moment, the vague figure swung the sword.

This sword crossed the real and the illusory, as if it came from the ancient times.

Under this sword, all living things bowed their heads.

This is the sword of the king!

The feeling of the vitality quickly dissipating made the black dragon's brain blank, and he could only vaguely see the scene outside the palace.

The fairy mist was filled, and only a stone tablet gradually became clear.

There were three words on it.

[Heavenly Emperor Palace].

Section 1 # Volume 1 # Chapter 438 Your Majesty, are you here to make trouble? (3k)

Heavenly Emperor Palace... Heavenly Emperor Palace? !

The consciousness of the black dragon, which was already on its deathbed, trembled violently, and became clear as if it was in the last moments of life.

A thought surged in its last thoughts.

(Emperor of Heaven... He, he is the Emperor of Heaven?)

Not an ordinary remnant of the ancient heaven... but the Emperor of Heaven?

The willpower brought by the last moments of life made the black dragon turn its huge head.

But in the process, the dreamlike scene in its eyes gradually became hazy, turning into wisps of red dust and smoke, and gradually replaced by a green light.

In the end, it saw the light and shadow scattered like stardust.

Behind the light and shadow, there was a pale space crack.

The eyes reflected the two figures in the paleness behind the crack.

Its original mission target was in a weak state, nestling in the arms of the white-robed being, and seemed to be saying something.

Then, the "suspected Emperor of Heaven" took off the white robe on his body, revealing a neat black dress, and then wrapped the white robe around the woman in his arms, covering the woman's figure.

Then he hesitated for a moment and put his hand on the blank mask on his face.

He gently took it off, revealing a handsome young man's face.

That was a face that was listed as a key focus by the demons lurking in the royal city.

The black dragon suddenly widened its scarlet pupils.

The son of the demon sect?

How could it be the son of the demon sect?

It roared in its heart with questions that could not be answered, but the effect of the last light ended at this moment.

At the end of its life, it still stared at the boy who should not be here.

"Heaven... Emperor..."

Consciousness dissipated, and he died with his eyes open.

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Luo Wusheng was shocked.

He and Miss Qilin had seen with their own eyes that the black dragon's life was completely cut off. They were relieved and began to do the aftermath work - Miss Qilin was now in an extremely weak state, and even the power to activate the storage bag was a little insufficient. She had to rely on him, Luo, to support her, and asked him to help her cover up the outside.

Even the mask has to be borrowed temporarily, but it will be changed by itself later. Maybe it doesn't want to be seen under the mask?

Luo Wusheng was about to make a joke, but he didn't expect that the black dragon, who was thought to be dead, would forcefully show its presence.

His big hand holding Miss Qilin's soft waist tightened, and he looked at the black dragon in the opposite space with vigilance.

(Not dead? Do you want to make up a knife? The full power of Wuxiang should be enough, right? If not, you have to consider running away. I have left an escape route before...)

Perhaps the tension of walking on the tightrope in front of the God of Transformation just now has not completely subsided, Luo Wusheng's mind is very active now.

"You... don't touch me..."

The slightly embarrassed female voice in his ear made Luo Wusheng stunned, and his eyes moved to his arms, only to find that he was nervous just now, and the hand holding the girl in his arms unconsciously moved up a little.

"Uh, did you hear the black dragon talking just now?"

Luo Wusheng silently loosened his hand and changed the subject.

But he couldn't help but make an evaluation in his heart.

(Hmm... a chest wrap is bad culture. Wearing it is like not wearing anything. No wonder I didn't feel anything.)

Miss Qilin finally managed to calm down after he stopped and forced herself to stay calm.

"... talking? I didn't pay attention just now."

She really didn't care about that.

After falling into someone's arms, her heart was in turmoil.

Since she could remember, from childhood to adulthood, including three incarnations, this was the first time she had such close contact with a man.

Especially the guy next to her... From the beginning, the scene from a recent memory kept replaying in her mind.

Ahhhhhhh! Shameless, shameless, shameless!

In this situation, it was already very difficult for her to maintain her own personality, so how could she care about the black dragon whose vitality had dissipated?

After thinking about it, Miss Qilin looked at the black dragon that was no longer moving through the space crack.

She said: "Its vitality has indeed been cut off, maybe it's just a momentary flash of light... The previous attack gathered the power of the sword of the ancestor emperor of my fairy country. Even if a lot of power has been worn out due to the passage of time, it is not a problem to kill a god who has almost no resistance and is not at the peak because of the damage to the demon soul when it is fully stimulated."

Just now, it can be said that it is one of the biggest trump cards used by her mortal incarnation to protect herself.

In fact, when she was trapped in the formation before, she could also use the power of the sword, but in that case, she could only rely on the sword to break the formation, and then she would have to face a god of transformation on her own... For the best result, she would have to fight to make the incarnation dissipate before she had a chance to injure the opponent.

If Luo Wusheng had not made a move, she might have made this choice.

No matter what the monster clan was thinking, fighting to the death would always make them empty-handed.

But someone appeared, facing a god of transformation, but still made a move... He didn't even doubt the idea of ​​stopping himself from fighting the black dragon, and decisively chose to believe and provide help...

Miss Qilin gently leaned on Luo Wusheng's body. Although she felt a little embarrassed, she had an unprecedented sense of security.

And Luo Wusheng looked thoughtful after hearing her words.

"The last ray of light..."

Looking at the black dragon with a deep sword wound on its back that could be seen through the half-turned demon body in the green space, he felt something was wrong.

The life force was indeed cut off. The sword wound had a surge of energy, destroying the possibility of the demon dragon's survival.

But he would not be wrong. He had indeed heard the last words before his death.

(Emperor of Heaven?)

Luo Wusheng touched his chin.

To be honest, when he was fooling the black dragon just now, he did think about playing the role of an ancient great power in the world. He even thought about which lines to copy from his memory, such as "Holding the sun and the moon and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world", "I am the emperor of heaven, I should suppress all enemies in the world"?

But in the end, he decided to restrain himself a little... It's not because he was afraid of pretending too much, but because he was afraid that it would be difficult to face Miss Qilin later.

(Alas, my Taoism is indeed not as good as the real protagonist... If it was Xiao Yuli, this degree of social death should be acceptable, right?)

But what did the black dragon mean?

Luo Wusheng's eyes swept over the black dragon, which had already become a dragon corpse, but involuntarily fell not far away from it.

There was a broken, dull jade floating there.

It was the precious jade that had just released the so-called Immortal Country Ancestor Emperor's sword.

The Demon Sect Saint felt a pang of heartache... This is a strange stone that can bear the top-level attack of the God of Transformation! There is not even one in his collection that can do this!

At this time, he heard Miss Qilin in his arms take a breath.

"Thank you for what happened here."

The eyes under the scale-patterned mask were a little evasive, but the tone had returned to its usual coldness: "If it weren't for your help this time, maybe I would have no way to do anything."

After a pause, Miss Qilin seemed to remember something and continued: "Your... interpretation just now was also very good."

If it weren't for the Demon Sect Saint who almost brought the legendary senior to life, she would not be able to take advantage of the Black Dragon's chaotic mind to activate her mortal body's method, so that the Black Dragon's mental loopholes would expand to the limit and her strength would not be able to be exerted at all.

If the Jiao monster put up a decent resistance, it would be almost impossible to kill it with a blow from the worn-out Immortal Kingdom Ancestor Emperor.

Luo Wusheng's face twitched.

Miss Qilin was praising herself, right? Why couldn't she be happy at all?

And what was the pause in the middle of the speech?

"Hehe... Hehe... It's nothing, it's all what I should do..."

The Demon Sect Saint smiled reluctantly and responded casually.

However, the speaker was unintentional, but the listener was intentional.

(Should do?)

Miss Qilin's beautiful eyes under the mask swept around.

Normally, such a dangerous thing, if it is not a special relationship, should not be within the scope of "should do", right?

What is her relationship with the Demon Sect Saint?

Friends? Colleagues? Superiors and subordinates?

Fiancée!

This relationship seems to be barely enough?

"What's wrong with you? Your heartbeat suddenly became so fast?"

Luo Wusheng keenly felt the change in the state of the woman in his arms.

"Nothing."

Miss Qilin turned her head slightly, not letting someone see her erratic sight at the moment, and her usual cold and indifferent voice trembled faintly.

But at this moment her mind was indeed a little confused.

She was still thinking about how she should answer if Luo Wusheng asked her why she held the jade stone that sealed the attack of the Immortal Nation's ancestor emperor.

And the ability to enter dreams that she had shown before, why did the demons want to capture her...

Miss Qilin was ready to reveal her true identity - "the empress's biological sister".

But she suddenly realized that the boy next to her had no intention of asking any further questions.