Chapter 220

What's more disgusting is that they put these women in a place called "Hougong" as accessories. Isn't it tempting these women to kill each other?

In the demon family, has become a pro banshee, have a strong possessive desire for their partners.

If there are other banshees with their partners have an improper relationship, the two banshees are bound to set off a life and death duel.

"He won't succeed with me." Mo Yan stretched out a hand, put it on her thin shoulder, patted it, and made it intimate.

For the young lady and the bodyguard, this action has become more and more perfect.

But he wanted to try.

Since she doesn't know how to feel, let her get used to herself and cook frogs in warm water first. Let her get used to her intimate little actions first.

Sure enough, ziqianmo had no abnormal reaction.

I accepted it very frankly.

Don't feel Mo Yan this pat his shoulder behavior, what's wrong, thoughts still stay in the "income Palace" this make her angry point——

"Men are just not loyal. Why don't they marry so many?"

Male demon, it won't be.

Or the most simple people of her big demon clan.

"Not every man is disloyal!"

Mo Yan's pupil shrinks violently, and his tone is inexplicably urgent.

It's a dangerous idea.

Don't understand feelings, have a hammer to all the men killed, after how to fall in love?

Ziqianmo looked at him, pale as glass eyes, as if to say "I don't believe it at all.".

Mo Yan's eyes are serious, and his voice is as low as Guqin string: "I only intend to marry one in the future."

It's like a promise.

Deeply gratified, ziqianmo nodded and said, "well."

It's the one she chose!

The idea is exactly the same as this demon!

It's really rare for an emperor to be single-minded.

"I'll take care of you." The anger in ziqianmo's eyes gradually dissipated, and I like you very much.

“……”

Mo Yan's heart is bitter.

Who wants you to look after me? Who wants you to look at me!

This show of loyalty is for the blind.

However, ten thousand steps back and think in a good direction, she at least doesn't hate herself, doesn't she? Mo Yan feels that she is more and more unprincipled, and the bottom line is constantly refreshing.

"By the way, has grandfather succeeded in purifying that jar of blood?" Ziqianmo thought of it and asked.

"No Mo Yan put aside a little depressed mood, not obvious on the face, still used to be handsome and cold, "the old Prime Minister's silent piano can't suppress that evil spirit, with my help, it's only temporarily sealed."

Ziqianmo thought a little and said, "go and bring your blood to my yard. I just thought of a way."

Mo Yan was not surprised by her ability: "good."

After all, his little Momo didn't even pay attention to Xuanwu, and he could make the ninth son of Longsheng willing to be her servant.

She should have a unique way to suppress the resentment from her heart and blood.

Twenty minutes later, Mo Yan came back.

With a jar of blood.

Naturally, zikun's permission was obtained.

Ziqianmo took out the cinnabar, surrounded the blood tank, and began to set up. The array is very complicated. There are eight small array flags standing in eight directions of the eight trigrams of heaven and earth.

Then, she took out a bottle of powder with purification effect and sprinkled it into her heart and blood.

"Yiyiyi --"

Resentment is aroused.

It forms a huge column of light rising from the sky, covered with the illusory heads of boy and girl, roaring in pain.