Chapter 3498

"As for you?!" Feng Yu jumped hard at his temple.

Dyed white sneered.

When the last one ran after the other for more than half a day, Feng Yu was tired. Feng Yu gasped and lay on the ground, looking at the sky, "isn't it? It seems that you and your master?"

"Not the master." the devil said coldly.

Feng Yu looked at her in surprise.

Then he heard ranbai say, "it's a Taoist companion."

Feng Yu: "

"?!" he looked at ran Bai in shock. "Am I crazy or are you crazy? Taoist couple?!"

The devil's attitude was calm and lazy. He raised his chin slightly with an arrogant meaning. He didn't think much of Feng Yu's shock, "how."

"..." Feng Yu narrowed his eyes, and the light of his eyes was unclear: "you are a well-known relationship between teachers and disciples. If it comes out that you become a Taoist couple, you will have a good reputation... You don't have to care, Xianjun? Your master also allows you to make mischief?"

"Nonsense?" ran Bai pointed to him. "Say it again."

Feng Yu: "

The demon king tutted, and his eyes fell on the sword that ran Bai held in his hand. The blade was thin and sharp, flashing a cold light in the sun.

"Yes, it's even Xueji. My life's swords have been exchanged. It's unreasonable to have no personal relationship."

Ranbai gave a little sneer.

Later,

The marriage of the demon world is announced to the world.

Master and apprentice become Taoist partners.

Shake the three realms.

At that time, when the leader of Xuanqing sect heard the news, he almost didn't spit out blood directly.

Their fairy king was taken away by the devil?!!

The leader repented.

What the headmaster doesn't know is that a few days before the wedding in the demon world, the girl demon Zun only said "I marry the master", and got the word of Xianjun's coolness without any hesitation.

——"OK."

…

The demon world.

Blood moon enchanting.

At the beginning, the ten mile red makeup and Phoenix crown in the dreamland of Yeshan finally became a reality.

A head of green silk is tied up, and a body of red clothes is like blood.

Who has a picturesque look and a burning smile, dumping the world.

No one dared to disagree with the wedding between the devil and Xianjun.

The night is as deep as ink, and the red gauze curtain falls.

The voice of the dialogue was slightly blurred under the moonlight.

"Master."

"Yes."

The man smiled and asked, "double repair?"

Moyo was quiet for a second or two,

A low, cold voice fell quietly, and there was still only one sound: "HMM."

The devil finally got his wish. He slept with Xianjun, who had always been cold and abstinent. Seeing that he was torn in red clothes and dense with fog, he occasionally melted into a few cold and attractive breaths between his lips and teeth. He was green and astringent, and was willing to sob.

"Does master like it?"

She was so bad that she pestered him in a low voice many times.

Until finally, she heard Xianjun say softly in her ear, "I like you."

then.

Dyed white smiled.

Taking advantage of the confusion of Xianjun's kiss, he slowly buttoned the silver handcuffs prepared long ago on Yu Chenqing's thin wrist.

The cold temperature caresses the wrist, which makes people tremble.

Yu Chen paused slightly. His misty eyes slowly widened and stared at her.

The devil who did this was not guilty at all. Holding Xianjun's jaw, he gave him a deep kiss and whispered in his ear: "didn't the master say anything to give to his disciples?"

She stared at him, her bloody eyes repressed the dark and treacherous mood, slowly bent the red corners of her lips, said softly, with strange and cold obsession for no reason: "I want to lock up the master."

Yu Chen never thought about it.

Dyed white would have such an idea.

The cold handcuffs between the wrists are hung with thin and long chains, without the slightest temperature, which imprison people.

"It's mine to lock it up." her eyebrows are curved, dark and sick. Her fingertips caress Xianjun's eyes and whisper like a lover: "can't you, master."

Yu Chen's thinking was blank for a moment. He took a look at the silver chain on his wrist, vaguely pressed out a red mark, gently sighed, dyed white eyes and outlined the breeze and bright moon at the end of his eyes, but was willing to sink and degenerate with her. He said calmly and gently, "yes."

He said, "it's always yours."

She finally defiled her gods.

Desecrated the Immortal King who had always been high above, and dragged the God down from the spotless altar.