Chapter 410

"Ah?"

A Zhao looked up at him blankly, and realized that the other party was letting him undress.

"Oh." She answered.

Slowly, he went to his majesty and reached for his belt.

The lapels fell down in an instant.

Then ah Zhao didn't move.

His majesty looked down at her.

A Zhao looked back at the past with a pure and good face and said in embarrassment, "Your Majesty, you It's too high for me to reach. "

The demon king:.... "

He gave ah Zhao a look of "what can I do for you?" and he took off his robe.

A Zhao's eyes blinked at his action.

Somehow, in her mind, what Joanna and Liz had said came out of her mind.

"I don't know how many abdominal muscles his majesty has..." The idea flashed through her mind.

Thinking about it, a Zhao's ears became hot, and his eyes lifted up quietly and looked at the demon king.

How could her little movements escape the devil's Majesty's perception?

while spitting at the little girl, she really had a strong desire for herself. As the demon king moved her fingers, her underwear also fell down.

A Zhao's eyes slowly widened. Before she could marvel at the perfect figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, her attention stopped at a certain place.

It was a ferocious scar, which appeared on the back of the jade, as if it were some kind of ominous curse.

Feeling her eyes, the demon turned his head.

unfortunately, as like as two peas, he had no energy to count his ABS. Her eyes fixed on the heart of his heart - there was a scar similar to that on his back.

She understood in an instant that a sharp weapon had penetrated his body from the most lethal part of his heart.

His majesty looked at the girl in front of him.

She is still very small, naive, pure blue eyes looking at her body that once fatal wound, with heartache and unbearable.

He chuckled and squatted down in front of a Zhao.

Crow feather like long hair then scattered on the ground, such as brocade general flow out.

He stretched out his hand, took a Zhao's hand and pressed it on the wound.

His hands are cold, even his heart is not warm, and his tone is sarcastic and malicious:

"ah Zhao, this is the ancestor of your Blanche family, who left it in person 300 years ago."

He was staring at the girl in front of him to see how she would react.

Panic? Shocked? Or a guilty heart?

But none of them.

That pair of blue eyes looked up at him, with a full of heartache: "you at that time, very painful?"

The devil was stunned.

The girl had bowed her head and kissed it.

Soft touch from the wound, like a feather, like the spring wind of sranka.

Sranka is oriven's hometown. At that time, oliven, who was seriously injured, was "purified" by the Vatican Legion and became a dead town.

Every year in the cold winter, the wound will faint pain, remind him, some should not forget the hatred and pain.

It's not time yet, but the demon king felt that the scar began to ache again because of the little girl's kiss.

Just this time, it's not the same as before.

It's not the kind of cold wind, the whole chest is cold and dead.

Like a barren soil on top of a bud broken shackles, out of the bud tip.

Although the pain, but can feel the blood flow vividly.