She does not hide her nature and desires, her charming eyes are not as beautiful as silk, and she only has arrogant and passionate pure desire to choose and devour others.

"You pity me and serve me. We still have four days to spare. Silly cat, you have to be prepared."

The senior succubi have always been unwilling to use their bodies to support others, and would only use cruel methods to make those lustful and stupid people pay a heavy price.

Ning Feiyan raised her jade hand to caress his face, but for some reason, she felt a little lost.

This stupid cat is not stupid, nor is he lustful. He is also born fair and pure, so if such a cute thing is ruined by her, it will be difficult to find another one, which will be a pity.

She Ning Feiyan is not someone who likes the new but hates the old. Once she is used to one thing and then replaces it with another, she will definitely feel disgusted.

What's more, his taste is so pleasant, and it suits the taste of the succubus.

Yes! She just likes his taste and smell, just like she loves food. What makes her so soft-hearted and can't bear to destroy it is because of her appetite and has absolutely nothing to do with him.

Keeping them is also done on a whim. One day when you no longer need them or get tired of playing with them, you can just break them and throw them away.

Ning Feiyan thought deeply and found a perfect reason for herself, convincing herself thoroughly.

But she didn't remember it at all. The nature of a succubus stays with her throughout her life, appearing only once a year.

Wait until the day when you are no longer needed and tired of playing...even if it is vague and invisible.

This long-cherished wish may not be realized in this life.

The sound of water swayed, the curtains fluttered gently, and the sky outside was dark and there were no stars.

On the elegant pavilion terrace, meteors are passing by, the long night is fading away, and the east is dawning.

It's early morning when the stars are gone.

In the cold spring, a heavy snow fell untimely in the palace.

The palace of the underworld is cold and shining, snow foam sweeps across the ancient vermillion-lacquered railings of Panlong Yunhai, half a roll of bamboo is blown by the wind, making a bleak sound, and a few palace people are carefully sweeping the snow on the steps of the corridor.

In the early morning, the royal palace was particularly deserted and quiet. The wind was blowing and the snow was blowing. The whistling sound of the snow stirred up the cries of the sparrows lying in the night, adding a sense of loneliness and gloominess to this magnificent ancient palace for no reason.

The demon girl palace servant, who was sweeping the snow seriously with her head down, suddenly screamed and the broom in her hand fell to the ground.

People in the surrounding palaces gathered around her, looking at the snow swept away beneath her body... and there were layers of frozen blood.

Everyone's faces suddenly turned pale. The snowfall last night was very heavy and the snow was very deep. There was a strange snowstorm in the palace. In just one day, half of the corpses that had been chewed out were actually swept out.

The mutilated corpse looked as if it had been devoured by vicious dogs. It was in a mess and had no trace of its original appearance. However, looking at the clothes she was wearing, it looked like the robes of a demon official.

The young palace attendant swallowed her cold saliva. After all, she served as a cleaner in the palace. Even though she was the lowest level demon servant, she still had the most basic psychological qualities.

The girl did not continue to panic. She lowered her voice and said: "This is the internal official, serving His Majesty the Demon Lord. How could he appear here like this?"

Another palace official looked pale and ugly, and guessed: "There are not many people who dare to kill people in the palace, and they are also ministers. Do you think it could be His Majesty..."

The scene fell into silence for a while.

After a long time, the young palace lady spoke again: "Four... four days ago, Your Majesty was not in a good mood when he came out of the Hades Palace. I heard... I heard that the four hundred and fifty-seven monsters on the Dong Mountain were slaughtered by Your Majesty overnight.

It's all gone, and the behavior seems to be crazy and venting anger..."

Another palace man glanced at her angrily: "What do four hundred and fifty-seven monsters mean? I remember that the demon king's slaughter has not stopped all night, and the bright moon does not fall from the sky, so he went to kill with all his body.

A trip to the land of Dongming caused three thousand ghosts and ghosts to weep and curse the earth.

In less than half a day, the three thousand ghosts and ghosts were fed to the sword talisman. After several killings, their violent aura did not decrease but increased.

After returning to Mozhou, I brought out Lord Shuci who had returned to Qingxiao Mountain obediently. We had been fighting for a whole day and night, but now no news about Lord Shuci has come out from the mountain. It is said that he does not know whether he is alive or dead."

"No way?" The young lady in the palace exclaimed in shock: "That is the River of Immortality, Lord Shuci. Even if your Majesty has a higher level of cultivation than Lord Shuci, it is impossible to kill her, right?"

"Who knows?" An old palace man lowered his waist and sighed: "In short, the old woman has lived for most of her life and served three generations of kings. She has never said that His Majesty the Demon King is as good as the current one.

Crazy devils have no temper. Although Master Shu Ci cannot die, he can be beaten back to his original form and sealed in the land of the future."

The young lady in the palace shuddered: "Lord Shu Ci is a demon river. If your majesty kills him like this, wouldn't it mean that the demon world will be in turmoil?"

The old palace man laughed and said: "Why do you care so much about the affairs of these big shots? Just sweep your floor."

"But..." Suddenly, a short palace man who kept quiet looked at the broken limbs on the ground, frowned and said: "Even though His Majesty has gone crazy in the past four days, the bloody acts he committed are far away.

He walked into the palace as if he was afraid that anyone would see this cruel and crazy scene.

Tongshan, Dongming Land, and even Qingshan Mountain are all far away from the sky. Is it really possible for His Majesty to get rid of the corpse we swept out?"

Everyone was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer.

The young lady in the palace sighed. Although she was young, she came from a place in the demon world, but she did not show any sympathy for the mutilated corpse on the ground.

Although he sighed, his eyebrows were naturally indifferent: "Pick up the body quickly. It is really unlucky to find such a bloody thing so early in the morning."

If this official is still alive, he will always receive the awe and respect of these humble palace people.

But now that he is a ball of rotten flesh and his fame has been hidden after his death, in their mouths, it is nothing more than an 'unlucky thing'.

Quickly clean up the room.

The wind and snow between heaven and earth suddenly stopped, as frozen as a black and white picture scroll.

Dressed in red and dripping with blood, he walked through the vast and magnificent world of snow and came here.

The wind was calm, the snow was frozen, and in the still picture, only the fluttering blood-red clothes and the jingling anklets shone brightly.

The faces of all the palace officials were pale and frightened, and they all knelt down and saluted like they were blowing grass: "See you, Your Majesty!"

In the peripheral vision, everyone is trembling, and their bodies are filled with aura of surrender.

What they saw in the hands of the Demon King, the blood-stained silver anklet, was clearly the accessory that Master Shu Ci never left behind!

Looking at the attire of His Majesty the Demon King, it is even more terrifying.

A head of miserable black hair was dancing wildly in the wind, like a demon or madness. The black and gold royal robe that he was wearing dignifiedly fell somewhere, leaving only a thin middle coat.

The light-plain fabric had long been soaked and stained by blood, and the original color could no longer be seen.

What a beautiful woman, as if she had just been fished out of bloody water, with a violent attitude.

Viewed from a distance in the black and white wind and snow world, it actually has a twisted and sickly scarlet beauty.

At this time, everyone only had one cold thought left in their hearts:

Your Majesty the Demon Lord, I'm afraid you are crazy!

Wouldn't they also ask His Majesty to kill them?!

The desperate death did not fall on them as they thought.

Just when everyone thought His Majesty the Demon Lord was crazy.

She walked barefoot among the white snow, her blood-colored clothes flying gently, her dark eyes were calm, as if she was not aware of her crazy appearance, and she nodded slightly to everyone as if she had just returned from court: "Everyone, get up.

"

The legs of the palace people were all weak, and they could hardly stand up. They all supported me, and I supported you, and stood up tremblingly in gratitude.

The Demon Lord said again: "Everyone, please retreat."

The young palace lady hesitated and said: "But there is no snow on the palace road yet..."

The female devil raised her sleeves and flicked them, and the thick snow disappeared quickly. The long bluestone steps were as translucent and clean as if they had been washed with water. She repeated lightly: "Step back."

They didn't dare to stay here any longer, so they packed up their brooms and flew away as if they were running away.

The strong wind from heaven and earth rolled up heavy snow again.

The female devil walked through the long steps of the Shinto and came to the deserted corner of the palace. She slowly squatted down and hugged her knees.

It was dim in the corner, and her dark pupils were so dark that they were piercingly black. Different from the bright red blood-stained clothes, her lips did not show any color at all, and her brow bones and cheeks reflected the coldness and thrilling gloominess in the half-light and half-sleep.

pale.

The heavy snow slanted across the eaves and fell on her thin shoulders. It quickly accumulated a thick layer and buried her into a little snowman.

The Demon King who is respected in one world, Your Majesty who is respected throughout the world.

At this moment, he is like a lost and confused child, huddled up in a small ball and unable to find his home.

The hostility all over her body was gradually buried by the cold snow, until the thick bloody murderous intention all over her body was washed away by the heavy snow. Then she stood up and shook off the broken snow, her skin turned cold and white from the cold.

The snow fell, taking away the blood and killings in her clothes, turning into thin snow-white clothes that fluttered gently in the wind, and the cold wind under the eaves made her black hair dazzled.

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Snap!

She patted her cheeks hard, forcing herself to look more energetic and her expression softer.

After doing this, she raised her head and glanced at the rising sun in the east, gradually becoming even with the crimson moon.

The Demon Lord sighed helplessly, thinking that there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't avoid him all his life.

After coaxing herself up very considerately, she pulled her cheek with her fingers and gave a faint smile.

He made himself look no different from usual, and then walked towards the direction of Hades Palace.

Creak!

The heavy palace door was gently pushed open.
To be continued...