C34 Demon King

Ting Ao was a Demon God who had come from somewhere. Because he was the reincarnation of the ancient Demon God, he was respected by everyone in the Devil Realm before the remnant souls were completely collected and returned to their original positions. Before he truly took control of the Devil Realm, there was already chaos, and sounds of unwillingness rose and fell.

But the Demon King was different. After cultivating for a thousand years and becoming a king in a thousand years, although she was a woman, she had extraordinary skills. Not only could she get along with the other five realms, but she also had a good relationship with the Celestial Realm.

Her skills were one thing, but her appearance was another.

Ting Ao followed Lianxiang to the courtyard at the back of the inn. The path was winding and winding, as if there was no end to it. He kept walking forward without stopping.

During this time, Lianxiang spoke intermittently.

"I don't know who suddenly attacked the Demon Realm. In the chaos, the Demon King was seriously injured and had no choice but to hide here."

"The Demon King's injuries are very strange. Even after using a lot of pills and Spiritual Force, his recovery is still very slow. After such a long time, I still can't find a way to recover."

"This inn was left by our forefathers, and humans and demons live in it, and we are here to rest. We have done nothing to harm the innocent."

Lianxiang was the only one who spoke along the way. Ting Ao followed behind without saying a word.

When Lianxiang arrived at her destination, she stopped and opened the door for Ting Ao. "Go and buy some osmanthus cakes," he said.

"What?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Lianxiang

Ting Ao had already stepped into the room, but Lianxiang could feel the tenderness in his voice. "He likes to eat the osmanthus cakes from the pastry shop across the way from the inn, so he doesn't have to buy a lot of them. Otherwise, he'll be too full to sleep again. If you have chestnut cakes, you can also buy some." As he entered, he thought for a moment before turning around to say, "Don't let that little thing eat them. Don't let him eat any of them."

Lianxiang could hear him gritting his teeth from his expressionless face. She stared at the door, which had been blown shut by the wind. She thought back to Qing Bai's face when she had seen him in the hall, and she couldn't help but sigh.

In the room.

"It is my honor to have the Demon God here. My body is not in good condition, and I don't think the Demon God would mind if I can't stand up and salute you."

The woman's voice came from the large bed in the center of the room. Ting Ao looked over, and his vision was blocked by a white veil. He could only see Demon King's blurry figure.

Ting Ao did not mind. He stopped by the table in the distance, poured himself a cup of tea, and asked, "Where is the fourth soul?"

The woman was stunned. She did not expect Ting Ao to directly state his purpose for coming. She withdrew her eyebrows and calculated for a moment before continuing, "I came from the Demon Realm in a hurry and have been hiding in this small inn for a long time. Unfortunately, I don't even know who is the culprit behind my current situation, but I will never forget the smell on their bodies." Demon King changed the topic and laughed: "It's a coincidence that they smell somewhat similar to Lord Demon God."

Ting Ao placed the teacup on the table. He looked straight at the woman who had already stood up and said impatiently, "Are you playing with me?"

The woman covered her fear and approached him, "It is rumored that the three ancient Demon Gods did not have a close relationship with each other. With you as the leader, you were suddenly suppressed by the Celestial Emperor."

"You know so much. You know that my soul hasn't fully returned to my body." Ting Ao seemed to be provoked by the fragrance of her body. He frowned. "You don't remember so much."

The woman reached out her hand and placed it on Ting Ao's leg. She curled up next to Ting Ao's leg as if she had no bones and said softly, "How could I dare doubt you? It's just that the people who persecuted the Demon Realm did indeed come from the Devil Realm, and they have a deep relationship with you. I will give you everything if you will help me to regain my throne. "

Ting Ao glanced at the woman at his feet. Her clothes were half undone, and she wasn't wearing any makeup. However, she was still able to charm all living things. Her looks were a little better than Lianxiang's, but compared to someone else, she was still a far cry.

He lifted her chin with one hand. "I heard that you have a good relationship with Taoist Wudao of Celestial Realm?"

"Actually..."

He used some strength in his hand and said, "His taste is just so-so."

"You're hurting me." Queji turned her head, but there were blue finger marks on her chin. She still wanted to struggle. "Is the Demon King really not interested?"

"Where is the fourth soul?" Ting Ao grabbed her hand that was reaching between her legs. "I'm not a patient person. You should know."

Queji had never encountered such a playful demon before, but she could not lose the demeanor of a Demon King. With a flick of her sleeve, she returned to the bed, "I only have a trace of aura on my body. The rest of you stay in the Devil Realm. You know that with my current Spiritual Force, I can't devour all of them."

"Is your life an extension of my soul?"

Queji nodded, "I have no objections if you want to take it back, but I need to live."

Ting Ao took out something from his pocket and caught it. When he looked at it, he saw that it was a high-quality pill and a mental cultivation method.

"Your injuries are too serious. This mental cultivation method is very suitable for you. With the guidance of my blood, you will only become stronger after you recover."

Queji's eyes widened, "Really? You're willing to use your True Blood to guide me?"

"Why not?"

Ting Ao instantly leaned over and sat on Queji's body. He placed his cut wrist close to her lips and waited for her to suck for a while before taking it away.

Queji's lips were covered in Ting Ao's true blood. Just as she stuck out her tongue to lick it, Ting Ao's face enlarged in front of her, and their lips gently pressed against each other. Queji was overjoyed. She wanted to hug Ting Ao's neck, but she suddenly felt a powerful force tearing her apart. By the time this force receded, she had already collapsed onto the bed.

Ting Ao's voice came from afar, "I'm taking back my things. Also, you smell too bad."

Que Ji helplessly closed her eyes and carefully hid the hatred and shame in her eyes so that Ting Ao wouldn't find out.

When Ting Ao returned, it was already dark. On the table were oiled paper wrapped in osmanthus cake and some unknown brown stones. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, but he didn't think it belonged to Qing Bai.

"Dong."

Ting Ao threw the brown stone through the open window in a perfect parabola.

Ting Ao continued to walk deeper. Chenyun was sleeping on the ground, curled up into a ball. Ling Yu must have bullied him again. If he went any further, he would be facing Qing Bai.

When he saw Qing Bai's face, Ting Ao felt the blood-thirsty desire in his heart disappear and be filled with a kind of joy.

Qing Bai didn't seem to be sleeping well. He frowned and clenched his hands tightly. Suddenly, his body straightened and he sat up on the bed.

"Is it Ting Ao?" Qing Bai felt a strange and powerful force.

"Yes, it's me, Master."

"Are you really Ting Ao?" He had not completely turned into Chi Ba?

"Yes."

...

"Don't worry, Master. I'm still the same Ting Ao. I haven't changed." Ting Ao walked over and hugged Qing Bai's waist. "I'm still your disciple."

I still love you.