The sickly fox demon is not easy to tease

Chapter 113 Little Goblin!

Su Muwei was suddenly angry and amused. He pulled her arm and said, "Nan Xingchen, go back to the bedroom and sleep."

Nan Xingchen hugged the tree trunk and murmured unconsciously: "No, I won't go back. I want to do it for my brother..."

Su Muwei glanced at her innocent little face and smiled, then patiently coaxed her, "Xing'er, I'm here for my brother. That's not for my brother."

Nan Xingchen narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "For my brother, are you doing this for my brother?"

Su Muwei rubbed her head and said helplessly: "Yes, I am your brother."

Nan Xingchen let go of the tree trunk with both hands and threw himself into Su Muwei's arms, baring his two rows of big white teeth: "Brother Wei, hug Xing'er..."

Her furry little head rubbed against his arms, and her hands became restless and tore at Su Muwei's clothes.

"Xing'er, don't do anything stupid."

Su Muwei held down her rebellious little hand, and his pair of black eyes seemed like a whirlpool in an ancient well, deep and charming.

He picked up the woman into the air, and with a flash of his body, the two of them arrived at the Demon Lord's bedroom.

Su Muwei put Nan Xingchen on the cold jade bed and covered her with a quilt. He sat beside her and meditated.

He had just sunk his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness when he suddenly felt his arms soften. He opened his narrow eyes and saw Nan Xingchen curled up, lying delicately in his arms.

The woman had no makeup on her face. Her skin was fair and delicate, her eyelashes were long and thick and curly, her red lips were slightly upturned, and the corners of her eyes were curved. The faint light from the window further highlighted her unparalleled temperament.

Su Muwei's eyes became more and more blurred.

She is really a seductive little goblin.

He suppressed the urge to take her and pulled her away from him, but after a moment, Nan Xingchen's arms were around his waist again.

With a beautiful woman by his side, how could Su Mu still have the mind to practice? ?

He lay down beside her, his deep eyes filled with burning heat. He couldn't help but pursed his thin lips and held the woman in his arms.

Nan Xingchen rubbed against his arms and murmured softly: "Cold, so cold..."

Su Muwei then understood that there was a cold jade bed in his bedroom. Nan Xingchen had a low level of cultivation, so naturally he could not withstand the coldness of the cold jade bed.

He practiced fire magic, and his whole body was steaming with heat, so he would look for the source of heat.

There seemed to be a fire of passion simmering in Su Muwei's eyes, and he wanted to tear the woman in front of him apart and devour her.

He breathed in a chaotic manner, all of which sprayed on the woman's ears and neck. He raised his arms and hugged her tightly. He wanted to possess her completely.

Nan Xingchen was in a state of blurred consciousness. She didn't know that the man in front of her was staring at her as if she were prey.

The kiss started from her forehead and went all the way to her red lips. He held her cool lips, gently tracing them and slowly savoring them.

His kiss was light and gentle.

Like the gentle temptation of peach petals in the spring rain before they bloom.

Until the petals stretch out freely to welcome the morning dew.

This kiss is long and passionate!

Nan Xingchen felt itchy from his kiss and moaned softly. He took advantage of her unpreparedness and inserted his tongue into her...

Her eyebrows and eyes became more dynamic under the moonlight, her eyebrows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, her peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, her thick eyelashes lightly swept across her teardrop mole, and her face was flushed.

Su Muwei kissed her even more wantonly. He was so hot, and the tip of his tongue was even hotter. He kissed her so hard.

Nan Xingchen felt pain, groaned in dissatisfaction, and raised his hand to push him.

But these tiny and fragmented moans, in the silent night, made people even more restless, sliding from the earlobes into the heart, causing waves of tremors.

Su Muwei was completely moved.

Her body became softer and softer, and a faint fragrance filled my nose.

He wanted her and couldn't wait any longer.

He rolled over and pressed her under him.

Suddenly she felt her body sinking, and her mind became a little clearer. She struggled a few times under him, but the alcohol was not yet gone, and his kiss made her head dizzy. Her two slender arms could not push away the huge mountain on her body.

Su Muwei kissed her while unbuttoning her dress.

The dress was untied, and the woman's snow-white skin was exposed in the moonlight. Su Muwei became increasingly unable to control his emotions. He kissed her more deeply, and his warm palms caressed the woman's tender skin.

A wet and salty taste flowed into her mouth along the tip of her tongue. Su Muwei paused and she actually started sobbing under him.

The little body trembled, and the voice was extremely aggrieved: "For, for my brother, you bullied Xing'er..."

Su Muwei suppressed the heat in his heart, got up from her, and lay down beside her again.

Patting her back, he comforted her: "Xing'er, don't cry. It's your brother's fault. You are drunk. Go to sleep quickly."

He held the lovely girl in his arms and tried to comfort her again and again. She was drunk, and he actually wanted to do beastly things to her.

Su Muwei cursed himself secretly: It's really a waste of tens of thousands of years of cultivation, but I don't even have this little bit of concentration! ?

……

The moonlight fades and the sky becomes dim!

A beam of light suddenly shot into the room. The Demon Lord opened his narrow eyes, and several large glittering words appeared in the air.

Sikong Wu Yue, come and see me quickly.

Sikong Wu Yue's heart tightened as he received another message from the Chiyan Ancestor.

Ever since he'd been with Nan Xingchen, he'd been avoiding Old Ancestor Chi Yan. This was already the tenth message he'd received.

Sikong Wu Yue stood up from the icy bed and stared at the woman on the bed again and again. No matter how difficult the road ahead would be, he would never give up his Xing'er.

In a flash, Sikong Wu Yue arrived at the peach blossom courtyard, where an old man in a white robe with a celestial figure stood under the peach tree.

Sikong Wuyue bowed and said respectfully: "Disciple greets Master."

The Chiyan Patriarch raised his head to the sky and sighed, "Do you still recognize me as your master? I promised to help you save that woman. How did you agree to that?"

Sikong Wu Yue's body turned to stone in an instant.

The Red Flame Patriarch summoned a demon-beating whip in his hand, his eyes gloomy to the extreme.

Sikong Wuyue knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily: "Master, I have been without parents since I was a child. I regard you as my master and father, and I have never disobeyed you. Only this time, I cannot give up."

"Beast!"

The Red Flame Ancestor swung the demon-beating whip in his hand. The whip tore through the wind, drew an arc in the air, and hit Sikong Wu Yue hard.

Snapped--

The crack of the whip was deafening.

Sikong Wu Yue did not dodge and was whipped on the back, leaving a long bloody mark. He felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

The whip is the greatest punishment in the demon world. When it strikes you, it feels like someone is knocking your bones apart. Your internal organs hurt, your bone marrow hurts, every inch of your skin hurts, and even every breath you take hurts.

A woman flew out of the thatched cottage and threw herself on Sikong Wu Yue to protect him.

The woman was dressed in white, with delicate eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes, a graceful figure like a flower, and a beautiful and graceful figure like an immortal!

She looked at the Red Flame Patriarch and pleaded, "Master, please forgive me this time. You must not use the magic whip. One whip can dissipate 20% of my cultivation. If you whip me a few more times, my ten thousand years of cultivation will be ruined!"

Sikong Wu Yue stubbornly pushed the woman away, coughed lightly, and said calmly: "Wu Yue is wrong and should be punished by the master. Junior sister, there is no need to plead for me."