Alluring Poisonous Consort: Overwhelms the Demonic King

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"How do I know?" Feng Duwu gave Yan Yan a white look. "That was just okay?"

Yan Yan looked at the small face of Feng Duwu powder, obviously so disrespectful look and tone, but it made him feel itchy and cute, but he wanted to reach out but pinched it, wondering if it felt like the imaginary Tender, delicate and smooth, but after all Yan Yan is Yan Yan, with strong self-control, he bears his hands behind him calmly: "This prince became the emperor at the age of 97."

At the age of 97, if anyone in Canaan said that he could become an emperor before he was a hundred years old, he would laugh at the big teeth of the entire Canaan practitioner. His talent can only be described as against the sky. Yan Yan said to Feng Duwu, Feng Suddenly Yan Yan was too old: "You are really useless. It took 81 years to become emperor from Yuanzong."

To deal with the scorn of Feng Duwu, Yan Yan cried and laughed part-time. You must know that the youngest emperor except him in the last three days was 202 years old, and the gap was more than eighteen thousand miles.

"Little girl, you may be too smooth in your cultivation, so you wo n’t appreciate the slowness and hard work of cultivation, you will know it later." Yan Yan laughed softly and indulged his tone. "The deity is the first gifted person, but After ninety-seven years, you think about how much faster you can cultivate than the deity. The deity takes you directly to the three days, supplemented by the elixir of the pantheon. In less than fifty years, you will definitely become the emperor. Nine days. "

"That's because you're out of luck." Feng Duwu glanced at Yan Yan. "I've always been lucky. I think I can become an emperor in less than 50 years."

"Hahahaha ..." Yan Yan swears that he hasn't laughed so happily for hundreds of years. "It's really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. You are really lucky. It is your luck to meet your deity."

Feng Duwu rolled his eyes with an indecent remark: "I thought I was thick-skinned and had no self-knowledge. I always felt good about myself. Today I know what it means to be outside the sky and there are people outside."

"Hahahaha ..." Feng Duwu's words drew Yan Yan's long laugh again.

"Is it so funny?" Feng Duwu waited angrily for Yan Yan.

Although some people are not terrific, but her smile is a kind of glory, Yan Yan now looks at this Fengduwu this is the feeling, as if Fengduwu's face blended with the world's thousands of Fenghua, vivid and exciting .

"It's not funny, but the deity can't help it." The smile on the corner of Yan Yan's lips did not converge.

"Do n’t laugh, laugh your flowers are dead." Feng Duwu felt the palm of his hand was cold, and looked down, only to find that the flower heart of Tianyin Purple Aster has bloomed, and the pure Yin Lingyuan began to leak, and it was about to wither. sign.

"Wither, it will wither, but it is just a flower." Yan Yan reached out and flicked the petals.

Feng Duwu pumped her skin, she wanted to yell: local tyrant, hug her thigh.

Rub it, Tianyin Purple Aster is just a flower in this mouth.

Feng Duwu fell into Yan Yan's eyes with a sore face, Yan Yan couldn't help but said, "Do you want it?"

Feng Duwu and honest nod like garlic.

"Can you surrender it?" Yan Yan's slender fingers touched his chin.

Feng Duwu was frustrated and shook his head like a rattle.

Such a cute and playful response made Yan Yan stunned with an intoxicating laughter.

"Smile again?" Feng Duwu's face went dark immediately.

Yan Yan couldn't help seeing this, and finally looked at the gloomy little face and put up with a smile: "I can give it to you, but what good is it for me?"

Unconsciously Yan Yan even claimed to have changed, but Feng Duwu didn't notice, and his face wrinkled into a bun face: "You are a dignified emperor and ask me if a little Yuanzong is good, I really don't know how to shy."

"Is the emperor supposed to work hard?" Yan Yan raised his eyes, and his crimson eyes overflowed and moved.

Feng Duwu was choked and hummed softly, "What do you want?"

"What do you have?" Yan Yan asked back.

"Don't be sullen like a woman, let's say! My flowers are almost grateful!" Feng Duwu felt the coolness in his hands lightly, and looked down at the petals that had begun to fall one after another, roaring angrily. .

Yan Yan was roared by Feng Duwu, and no one has ever yelled at him like this for hundreds of years. He couldn't help asking: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid of you? I didn't owe you, I didn't ask for you, and I didn't offend you, would you eat someone?" Feng Duwu looked at the two petals again, and his boss was upset.

"Maybe I really can eat people?" Yan Yan's eyes flashed ambiguous.

Feng Duwu looked down at the flowers by himself, and didn't look at Yan Yan at all. Hearing Yan Yan's words, he turned his lips back and said, "Are you a monster?"

"Do you still want flowers?" Yan Yan least likes someone to compare him to a monster. The person who said this last time has been dead for hundreds of years, and died after suffering torture. He has no temper, but is also stern.

"You're talking nonsense, I've said it many times and I want this flower. If you want to open the conditions, say it quickly, and continue to linger, and my words fade, you don't want to have a little benefit!" Feng Duwu stared at Yan Yan.

Yan Yan thought for a while and thought, "Then you can change the flowers with you."

"Impossible." Feng Duwu gritted his teeth and said, "A flower is like letting Miss Ben sell himself, you can't think of it, you asshole!"

"Cough ..." Yan Fang coughed twice with his fist in his hand. "You misunderstood. I mean that you have been by my side ever since this time in Cangyun."

This is Yan Yan's real idea, he just wants someone who can make him feel at ease, comfortable and happy to accompany him.

"It's that simple?" Feng Duwu looked at Yan Yan suspiciously.

Confronting the deep black and white and clear black eyes, Yan Yan could not help but reveal a wicked smile: "If you don't want to be simple, I can make it difficult."

"Dream!" Feng Duwu was anxious and stepped on Yan Yan.

What is Yan Yan's practice, how many people can get close to him? But he just didn't mean to dodge. He just let Feng Duwu step on him, and then looked down at a faint footprint on his delicate boots: "How do you want to spend on this attitude?"

"Then ... am I wrong?" Feng Duwu bowed his head.

Yan Yan smiled, didn't speak, but reached out to hold the withered Tianyin Aster, which was only withered, and the colorful Yuanling spread out, and wrapped the flower including the rhizome.

Soon, the originally withered flowers grew into plump petals, and soon recovered, even more beautiful than before. The petals were thicker and more purple than before. It's generally inconceivable.

[Today's eight thousand words, no change in the early morning, see you at seven tomorrow evening]