Demon King’s Repayment

Yuan Xianger likes fluffy fluffy, especially fluffy big tail, which can greatly satisfy her habit of controlling fluffy.

But at this moment, looking at the slightly trembling shoulder blades on the kang and the messy silver threads scattered on the shoulders, Yuan Xianger's heart suddenly rose with a feeling that he had never had before. Just like wanting sweet springs under the scorching sun and craving bread when hungry, there is an indescribable instinct that quietly rises in my heart. It made her want to see the body being dyed.

As if ten thousand ants crawled over from the tip of her heart, she couldn't help but bit her lip.

She held the fat and thick tail squarely in her hand, and gently squeezed it back and forth with her ten fingers. Looking at Nan He again, he only saw his back tightened for a moment, his fists clenched the sheets tightly, the strong muscles on his arms bulged in a beautiful arc, he buried his head on the bed, from the angle of the back Looking over, the ears and neck were flushed.

Yuan Xiang'er's fingertips started to knead from the tail vertebrae, lifting the tip of the tail and kneading it carefully. The man's beautiful shoulder blades arched, and Yuan Xiang'er heard an uncontrollable gasp as he wished.

She pinched the tail and shook it, then put the whole tail in her hand and combed it from the base of the tail with her fingertips. Fingertips go through the hair, scraping the skin from time to time.

The peculiar strong fragrance in the room reached its culmination at this moment.

Nan He turned his head abruptly and looked at him with an unbelievable look. His skin was shining, the peach blossom eyes were full of autumn water, and the hibiscus was stained with spring colors, so bright and unparalleled, it was so turbulent, that Yuan Xianger I was dumbfounded.

"Axiang," Nan He stood up and called her softly, his expression blurred and helpless, "Do you remember the first time you saw me?"

"I was badly injured at the time, my blood was almost running out, and the surroundings were ice and cold, I thought I was going to die." His eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if he recalled the past in the mist," Suddenly a human female came out of the bushes. There were so many monsters around me who were waiting to carve me up, but she didn't care about it. She grabbed me in her arms and ran away."

"Run home, hugged me on the warm Kang, fed me sweet food, and carefully bandaged my wounds. At that time, although I was fierce to her, in fact, my heart already liked it. That human girl." Nan He looked at Yuan Xiang'er and slowly approached, "Axiang, I like you. I've liked you from the beginning."

He awkwardly kissed Yuan Xiang'er's lips, "Always stay by my side and never leave me. As long as you stay by my side, whatever you want to do to me is fine."

Yuan Xianger only felt that a soft and wet tongue had broken into her own world. She was shy and jerky at first, but then became enthusiastic and intense. He has the marrow and knows the taste, and constantly asks for it, almost to hook the soul from her throat. Hot breath fell on Yuan Xiang'er's skin randomly, and she could hardly distinguish each other's heartbeats.

When Yun Niang came in with the horns, Yuan Xiang'er was still sitting in the yard, covering her face, recalling the distracted kiss earlier.

During the period when Yuan Xiang'er was not at home, Xiao Di often came to visit Yun Niang and was very familiar with this yard.

She walked around behind Yuan Xiang'er, patted her on the shoulder, and bluffed her.

"What are you thinking, Axiang, calling you for a long time."

"Ah, when did you come?" Yuan Xianger took Xiaodi's hand and was very happy to see her.

"It's been a long time since I've been here, and I saw someone smirking, I don't know what I'm happy about."

"It smells so good, what's your smell?" Xiaodi leaned close to Yuan Xianger, sniffed, and suddenly realized, "No way, so fast? Nan He grew up?"

Yuan Xiang'er smiled and pinched her, which was acquiescence.

She leaned close to Yuan Xiang'er's ear and whispered: "Are you going to **** him?"

"Nonsense, I'm not your snake clan," Yuan Xianger pushed her, her face flushed, "I didn't do anything, so I helped him touch his tail."

The horns covered their sleeves and smiled, "Fool, you probably don't know it, Sirius's tail...hehehe."

The two reunited after a long absence, and first pinched each other.

"By the way, I met a friend this time, named Hu Qing, who is a nine-tailed fox. Now he lives on Tianlang Mountain. I will meet and play together someday."

"Okay, nine-tailed foxes are rare. Even the reclusive Qingqiu of the fox family can't find two."

At this moment, the Hu Qing in their mouths was by Du Shuo's side, standing in the dilapidated mountain temple.

Here is rotten and silent, with mutilated statues of gods, most of the collapsed pillars, thick dust on the altar, grass on the ground, white cobwebs in the corners, and a spider seems to be frightened and hung down from the roof in a hurry. The spider silk, escaped generally disappeared.

Hu Qing shook the nine tails behind him, feeling very uncomfortable. In her memory, this small temple will always be the most lively place in this mountain forest, filled with incense, melons and fruits, and people of all ages come and go. Mixed with little fairies like them.

She looked at the Lord Shanshen beside her anxiously, and the sunlight was projecting from the broken roof, casting clear light and shadow on his cold face.

Du Shuo looked at his **** statue, the stone **** had broken half of his face, and there was a gully cracked under him, as if he was crying and mocking himself.

He remembered the day when he lost to Miao Dao, and was dragged out of here by the soul lock, stumbled into the human village. Those humans who had received countless help from themselves, hiding from a distance, showed a look of disgust and horror.

"Goblin, get out of our village." A woman holding a child threw a muddy mud. The child she was holding nearly died of illness last year. He heard her pleading and personally cast a spell to heal him. .

"Despicable demon, get out of here quickly." The stone-throwing old man knelt before his idol last month, grateful for the nectar that he had expended mana.

He was dragged and imprisoned in embarrassment and pain. In this village he didn't know how many years he had guarded, the stones and mud **** hit his scarred body one after another, making him unable to tell the pain is the injured body. , Or a split heart.

"Master Shanshen, I came to see you again. The weather is pretty good today. I wonder how you are doing?"

An old voice interrupted Du Shuo's memory. Du Shuo turned his head and saw a gray-haired old man, crouching on his back, carrying the bamboo blue, and slowly stepping in from the door.

The old man could not see the hidden figures of Du Shuo and Hu Qing. He went straight to the altar table and tremblingly took out a dish of yellow oranges and a dish of ointment from the basket, and leaned on a cane slowly. Kneel down on the shabby futon with cotton wool exposed,

"Xinan asks nothing. I only hope that Lord Shanshen will get away soon and be safe and smooth." He clasped his hands together, praying for a few prayers, half praying, and saying, "Now I am getting older and my legs are getting worse. I don’t know how many more times I can come here. I really hope I can see you again before I die."

After the old man finished speaking, he suddenly saw that a small feather suddenly appeared on the empty ground just before him, lying there quietly.

The little feather has a strange texture like gold, not gold, like jade, or jade, and the surface is shining with magnificent luster, which is by no means what can be seen in the ordinary.

"This...this?" The old man was puzzled, and carefully twisted the small feather with his dry fingers. After looking at the sun for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is the feather of Lord Mountain God, which was given to me by the adult?" He stood up excitedly and looked around. "My lord, Lord Mountain God, are you back? Are you back?"

The answer to him was silence, a breeze blew, and a cloud of dust fell on the mutilated idol.

"I know you are back. You must be very sad, right?" The old man choked up and wiped his tears with his rough fingers, "but it doesn't matter, as long as you come back safely, as long as you know that you are back safely, I The wish of this life is gone, and you can go with peace of mind."

He prostrated on the ground, bent his back, knocked his head one after another, tears of joy falling into the dust.

After a long time, the old man slowly stood up and began to pack the sacrifices on the table. The old man's collecting hands paused, and found that two oranges were missing for worship, he couldn't help turning his head to wipe his nose and tears.

"My lord, you may not know that everyone was really too much at the beginning. But later, there were still many people who were secretly guilty. In the first few years, there were several people who came here to worship you quietly like me. It's a pity that Years have passed, and they are old and old, and walk away. Thanks to my young age, I was fortunate enough to last until the day you came back."

He tidied up while nagging in his mouth, and finally took the bamboo blue, carefully gathered the little feather in his arms, and walked whirling down the mountain.

Walking on the mountain path, a word was vaguely heard in the air behind him.

"Wearing it can drive away evil spirits, and protect you from Antai and future generations from evil evil spirits."

The old man suddenly turned around and tried to open his muddy eyes, wanting to see the figure he had seen in his youth from the sky.

The mountain breeze was gusting, the vegetation was dashing, and the dilapidated mountain temple was silent.

"Eh, I know, I know, I will collect the things from Lord Mountain God, and it will be my family's heirloom from now on."

Standing in the mountain temple, Hu Qing looked at the staggering back and handed the two oranges in his hand to Dushuo.

"Humans are not blindly bad, but there are many cute guys."

Du Shuo's gaze softened, "We are old, and a little bit of suffering is okay, but they can do this, it is very rare."

He turned around, stretched out his hand towards the idol, and gently lifted his five fingers. The idol fell apart and collapsed in all directions, revealing a small cave under the base.

Inside the cave, a small orange-red light burst out, and as soon as that light came out, the whole temple was shining brightly, and its brilliance became dazzling.

Dushuo raised his hand and held the orange light in his hand.

"So there are still things hidden underneath, what is this?" Hu Qing asked curiously.

"This is called the power of faith. I have been here as a mountain **** for hundreds of years. I have accumulated a little bit, and I have only gained such a little bit. Although this thing is very time-consuming to collect, its power is not small. Fortunately, I was not surprised at the time. Tao found out."

"The power of human faith? Does it have any effect?"

"It has many uses, but it only has one purpose for me at the moment." Du Shuo lifted his finger and applied the golden touch of the finger to the lock of the soul. The strong and thick iron cord made a harsh sound. It cracked little by little, cut off from the place where it was infected with the power of faith.

"The power of faith breaks every weapon in the world."

The broken soul lock was shining brightly, and suddenly began to twist violently, and the scarlet iron chain came and went in and out of Du Shuo's body, trying to reconnect and lock the monster.

The blue veins on Dushuo's forehead burst and he knelt to the ground. He firmly grasped the struggling iron chains with one hand, and pulled them out of his body bit by bit.

"Big...sir." Hu Qing covered his mouth in pain.

Watching the scarlet iron chain appear one after another, it was as painful as if it were also on her body. The red talisman culture is a spark of electricity, screaming and clamoring around, hitting her most beloved person, but she can't help at all.

Dushuo's eyes were red, with cold sweat on his forehead, but his palms were extremely steady, he did not hesitate to pull the long soul locks away from his body.

It wasn't until the last bar of the chain that he finally fell down.

"Help...help me, A Qing." He fell to the ground panting, his fingers still clutching the twisting chain.

Hu Qing hurriedly grabbed the soul lock, trembling and shaking his hands, suddenly shouted, closed his eyes and tried hard, finally pulling out the scarlet chain.

She burst into tears, and while sobbing, she hurriedly helped Du Shuo up and bandaged the hideous blood hole on his shoulder.

"Don't cry, isn't this a good thing? Without this shackle, I will be much freer." Du Shuo closed his eyes, "I finally have the ability to fight."