Chapter 199 (1/2)
In the end, Lin Lang didn't die.
The king who set his ambition was tossed to death.
He was lying on the bed, the green silk was scattered at will, and the two groups of blushes on his cheek were more attractive.
”Cough, cough --”
situ Fei covered his chest and coughed, as if he had been sucked out of all the essence by the fox spirit for thousands of years, and he looked miserable before he died.
Even so.
But the Lord does not admit that he was knocked down by a woman!
Head can be broken, blood can flow, man's dignity can not be broken!
Lin Lang arranges her make-up in front of the woodcarving dressing mirror, and holds the ivory comb in her hand, which is more elegant than a romantic fan. Today is still red to burn the pomegranate skirt, combed with enchanting amorous spirit snake bun, between the frown and smile graceful and charming.
Situ Fei looked at the other party's leisurely appearance of going out on a date, but his body was so broken that it took a lot of energy to raise his hand.
He snorted, ”who are you going to show me when you're dressed up like this? Who else dares to accept you except me? ”
Lin Lang pursed her lips and chuckled, deliberately irritating.
”Well, it's really overbearing, but it's not sure who will accept it.”
She swept his body in a meaningful way.
”What do you mean?”
The demon lord deeply felt that the dignity of a man was provoked. He held his hand by the bedside, and his lapel slipped obliquely to his waist. His white lips were trembling, and his eyes were fierce as an eagle. ”Come here, today, I don't believe you, but I can't clean up a small fox demon.”
”It's not impossible to come here, but I'm worried about my husband's poor health. What can I do if I die at that time?” Lin Lang helped the hairpin between the temples.
”Don't worry, I will live a long life before I kill you!”
He was so cruel that he wanted to let Lin Lang see his power.
Lin Lang passed with a smile.
If someone wants to die, how can she stop her?
For this reason, the Lord of evil had been lying dead for several days.
But the woman is still energetic, has not been affected at all.
As a new demon, Lin Lang was able to visit the characteristic buildings of the demon clan accompanied by a group of elders.
If someone asked about the latest situation of the demon king, the hostess calmly replied with eight words:
overwork, recuperate.
So, the news that the devil Lord was not strong was spread all over the whole demon family.
For a moment, his palace was filled with all kinds of ”treasures” for the treatment of male problems.
The first thing that situ Fei wanted to strangle Lin Lang after his ”recuperation” was that this woman was actually ruining his reputation! What is the strong wind not to shake, he just didn't take out the most powerful box bottom trick, OK? Given a little color, she would dare to ride on his head to bully him. Did she really think she did not dare to kill her?
To save her life is just to torture her better!
It's a pity that she didn't have the slightest sense of being a prisoner. How dare she humiliate him with such arrogance? If she didn't fight for three days, she would go to the house and uncover the tiles!
How unreasonable!
”Why are you looking at me like this?”
Crooked sitting on the chair of the Lin Lang is playing with a clay villain. This villain is very strange in shape and extremely gorgeous in color. It was sent by the priest himself. He said mysteriously that he could keep his Yang Qi, and he must keep it at the head of his bed.
Tut Tut, it seems that the priestess also broke an uncle's heart for his master's ”lack of masculinity”.
”Thinking about how to kill you.” Situfei pulled her hair and did not shy away. The two were enemies who never died. Although there was a deeper communication, it did not hinder his killing heart to Lin Lang.
Only when this man is dead can all his anger and resentment be appeased.
Lin Lang is his heart demon.
It's hard for him to advance in his life.
He thought that after he got this man, the pain he had suffered could at least ease two or three points.
Later, situ Fei found that he was wrong.
He is more infatuated with this cruel woman than he imagined, not only her body, but also her people.
He knew she was insidious and cunning, but he loved it.
He knew she was full of lies, but Thaksin.
But now he is not the fool she played with a hundred years ago.
Situ Fei got up and walked out of the palace.
”I won't come back tonight. You can have a good rest.”
When he left a word like this, the red boots were like a group of strong fireworks, flying through the silent twilight.
”By the way, don't come to me, or I will bite you to death.”
The man suddenly turned back and showed a ferocious expression.
”You know I never tell lies.”Lin Lang was not frightened at all. She stretched out her hand to support her chin. She asked the girls, ”are you all using this unique and euphemistic way to express his love for his wife?”
Ladies: --
Well, what the emperor said was intimidation, right?
They didn't understand the exchange of ideas between the demon couple.
One is a bloody and violent devil, and the other is a demon that bewitches all living beings.
Imagination alone, they have already filled up dozens of wonderful plays.
But it's strange that the two of them are at peace.
In the evening, situ Fei did not come back, and Lin Lang sent people to ask.
”Ma'am, you went to Qunfang garden.” A little maid timidly replied, her eyes twinkled with some unknown glory.
Qunfang garden is a place where every demon king keeps the beauty of the world. The beauty of the human race, the charm of the demon family, and the beauty of the demon family are just like entering a garden full of flowers in spring. The flowers are green and the birds are singing and swallowing, which makes people intoxicated and do not know the way back.
Situ Fei sent all the beauties in and raised them with gold, stone, pearls, jade and royal clothes. Beauties have been pampered more and more beautiful, but because there is no man's foot, also more and more resentment, usually can only look at themselves in the mirror, narcissistic.