This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

A few demon skins were peeled off, and the blood in the blood pool was almost thickened into pulp.

After Mochi washed his hands, he walked to the inner hall, and Yin Jiu put a robe on him.

The robes are flowing and drooping on the shoulders at will, Mochi's pace is lazy, the slender figure is lonely, and the slanted shadow is a bit lonely.

Not long after he returned to the hall and sat down to rest, Miaomiao came over.

"Here?" Mo Chi looked up at him.

Miaomiao nodded and sat down on the seat beside him.

"I just came here and saw the skins of the old monsters in the armadillo clan. They haven't eaten much in the past few years, so they deserve this result!"

Miaomiao paused as she spoke, then glanced at Mochi secretly, and said in a low voice:

"Brother, Xiaoyin, she asked me to help her apologize to you,

But big brother, don't blame her, she was deceived by Qiongyu, that's why..."

"I know, don't blame her."

Mo Chi grinned at him, with a bit of playfulness in his eyes: "Is it a wife after all, and now you know it hurts people?"

Miaomiao's face was embarrassed, a burst of redness.

This is what I said, shy a dragon!

"Big brother!" Miaomiao stomped her feet, and was ashamed of being teased, and glanced at Mochi several times.

This time Mochi came back alive, he didn't know how happy he was, but he still felt that the elder brother seemed to be different from before.

But this is just a feeling, and he can't explain the specifics.

The only thing was that he never seemed to change.

"Brother, it's time for you to find someone to accompany you." Miaomiao couldn't help but sighed, looking at this demon king's hall with its bones dry.

"In the past, you didn't like to be served by someone close to you. There was always a deserted place in Wanguli. At that time, everyone was afraid of you and didn't dare to approach."

"Now that I come back, there is only the old minister Yin Jiu who is waiting by my side."

Miaomiao lowered her head and said ramble.

Mo Chi held his cheeks and listened to him for a while, and finally couldn't help interrupting, "Miaomiao, let's talk about the main point."

Miaomiao glanced at him quietly, "Why don't you find me a sister-in-law?"

The hall was silent for a long time.

The smile on Mo Chi's face deepened a little bit, his handsome eyes narrowed slightly, and his silver eyes squinted.

"Or... take a concubine for your brother?"

Miaomiao's expression changed immediately, and he waved his hands again and again: "I can't do it! It's not necessary! Big brother, are you trying to burn me with phoenix fire by Xiaoyin?!"

"Since you are afraid of death, why bother to die? Huh?"

Mo Chi's tone was slow, and he laughed.

Miaomiao's face was bitter, and she muttered: "I don't care about you. Now that Tsing Yi is married and has a baby, what are you waiting for?"

"Who said I was obsessing over her?" Mo Chi said in a sloppy manner: "The scumbag is old and has a bad temper. Except for the bad old man in Beiyin, who has the life to suffer."

Miaomiao glanced at him and muttered in her heart: The mouth is tough, and the mouth is right!

If only you were so disgusted!

There was a leisurely smile on Mo Chi's face, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Miaomiao couldn't help sighing:

"I heard that she was connecting you and Bai Fenghou some time ago."

"Your news is quite handy." Mo Chi looked at him with a half-smiling smile: "Then why didn't you hear that the scumbag was almost killed by me?"

Miaomiao pouted quietly.

"I don't believe it when you talk about it. It's almost as if Tsing Yi killed you. How dare you pout your tail in front of her, ouch!"

A green packet appeared on Miaomiao's head.

Mochi stood up and rubbed his wrist, "It sounds better than singing, come on, continue."

Miaomiao quickly shut up, say? Besides, he didn't know how many more bags he had on his forehead!

Mochi stared at him, stepped off the throne and said:

"I didn't ask you to punish anyone, just to tell you, I'm going to the world.

The affairs of the demon world will be handed over to you in the future, and the scumbags will soon start. You control the situation well in the demon world, and there is no more chaos. "

Miaomiao restrained her playful expression and nodded solemnly.

"Go back." Mo Chi waved his hand with a sleepy look on his face.

Upon seeing this, Miaomiao said goodbye, but when he arrived at the gate of the palace, he couldn't help but say one more sentence:

"Actually, my sister-in-law is not bad either. Except for a few tendons, she still looks pretty good."

Miaomiao's voice fell and disappeared immediately.

A whip slammed heavily on the place where he had just settled.

Mochi hooked his fingertips and retracted the whip shadow.

Leng sneer: "It slips fast enough."

The hall was empty, only Mochi was alone. He sat for a while before leaving the hall door.

The figure appeared in the secret room under the blood pool.

In the secret room, there are pieces of Piza kites hanging.

Mochi sat in the center, and suddenly felt that the surroundings were not so empty.

Take out the armadillo skin that has just been tanned, burn incense, smoke it, and forge it again.

You have to hurry up and make this soft armor for those two little guys.

Mochi was meticulous and focused on making armor.

Just doing it, his body twitched violently, and he fell to the ground with convulsions.

The majestic demon power continued to overflow from him.

Rao is as hard-hearted as him, and he couldn't bear the pain, and let out a low growl.

The palms turned into sharp claws and slammed into the stone bricks on the ground.

Mochi's body kept soaking blood, he forced himself to sit up cross-legged and tore his upper robe.

Turning his head to look behind him, he saw that after the blood was leached out on the back, there were actually scale-like lines.

The lines spread all the way through his body.

Glittering silver.

That's... dragon scales!

Countless dragon scales grew out of his flesh and blood.

Only the inverse scales at the mouth of the heart and the dragon scales on his hands did not grow out.

After a while, the tidal wave of pain subsided, and the scales on Mochi's body disappeared little by little and returned to the skin.

His dragon scales grew back.

Except for inverse scales and hands.

Those two scales were given to Tsing Yi and two children.

I don't know why, but the scales in those two places did not regenerate.

Mochi sat with deep eyes, the dragon scale was reborn, but he was not happy.

There was a sneer on his face:

"A good "Destruction Art"..."

The deal with Chiweicheng that year was still in my ears.

The Art of Extermination uses oneself as an oven, and cultivates the ruthless way.

Chi Weicheng was ruthless all his life and created this tactic by himself, but he was not able to cultivate it to perfection.

He made a deal with Mochi, handed over all his power to Mochi, and inherited his cultivation.

At the same time, there is also the "Destruction Technique"...

This dragon scale grew back after inheriting the power of Chiwei City.

is lucky.

But it is a shackle.

Chiweicheng doesn't know how to be ruthless.

What he saw back then was Mochi's love for Tsing Yi.

He asked Mochi to repair the "Destroying Retreat", so that he could truly cultivate this tactic to perfection. It was really perfect!

He wants Mochi to be affectionate, forgetful and ruthless...

But this feeling has been engraved in my heart, how can I forget it?

And whenever he doesn't want to forget his love, the dragon scales that grow back are like thorns and shackles repeatedly grinded in flesh and blood.

Like cutting meat, like gouging out hearts, like deboning...

In the secret room, he was the only one who whispered softly.

"I don't want to forget..."