Demon King’s Repayment

Yuan Xianger likes fluffy, especially the fluffy big tail, which can greatly satisfy her habit of being a plush control.

But at this moment, looking at the slightly trembling shoulder blades on the kang and the messy silver threads scattered on the shoulders, Yuan Xianger's heart suddenly felt a feeling that he had never had before.Just like wanting sweet springs under the scorching sun and craving bread when hungry, there is an indescribable instinct that quietly rises in my heart.It made her want to see the body being dyed.

As if ten thousand ants crawled over from the tip of her heart, she couldn't help but bit her lip.

She held the fat and thick tail squarely in her hand, and gently squeezed it back and forth with her ten fingers.Looking at Nan He again, he only saw his back tightened for a moment, his fists clenched the sheets tightly, the strong muscles on his arms bulged in a beautiful arc, he buried his head on the bed, from the angle of his back Looking over, the ears and neck were flushed.

Yuan Xiang'er's fingertips started to knead from the tail vertebrae, lifting the tip of the tail and kneading it carefully.The man's beautiful shoulder blades arched, and Yuan Xiang'er heard an uncontrollable gasp as he wished.

She pinched the tail and shook it, then put the whole tail in her hand and combed it from the base of the tail with her fingertips.Fingertips go through the hair, scraping the skin from time to time.

The peculiar strong fragrance in the room reached its culmination at this moment.

Nan He turned his head abruptly and looked over with an unbelievable look. His skin was shining, the peach blossom eyes were full of autumn water, and the hibiscus was stained with spring colors, so bright and unparalleled. It was so turbulent that Yuan Xianger I was dumbfounded.

"Axiang," Nan He stood up and called her softly, his expression blurred and helpless, "Do you remember the first time you saw me?"

"I was badly injured at the time, my blood was almost running out, and the surrounding was ice and cold, and I thought I was going to die." His eyes were covered with a layer of mist, as if he recalled the past in the mist. Suddenly a human female came out of the bushes, and there were so many monsters around me who were gazing at me waiting to carve me up, but she didn't care about it. She grabbed me in her arms and ran away."

"Run home, hug me on the warm Kang, feed me sweet food, and carefully bandage my wounds. Although I was very fierce to her at that time, in fact, I already liked it in my heart. That human girl." Nan He looked at Yuan Xiang'er and slowly approached, "Axiang, I like you. I have liked you from the beginning."

He awkwardly kissed Yuan Xiang'er's lips, "Always stay by my side, and never leave me. As long as you stay by my side, whatever you want to do to me is fine."

Yuan Xianger only felt that a soft and wet tongue had broken into her own world. She was shy and jerky at first, and then became enthusiastic and intense. He has the marrow and knows the taste, and constantly asks for it, almost to hook the soul from her throat. Hot breath fell on Yuan Xiang'er's skin randomly, and she could hardly distinguish each other's heartbeats.

When Yun Niang came in with the horns, Yuan Xiang'er was still sitting in the yard, covering her face and recalling the distracted kiss earlier.

During the period when Yuan Xianger was not at home, Xiaodi often came to visit Yun Niang and was very familiar with this yard.

She walked around behind Yuan Xiang'er, patted her on the shoulder, and bluffed her.

"What are you thinking about, Axiang, calling you for a long time."

"Ah, when did you come?" Yuan Xianger took Xiaodi's hand and was very happy to see her.

"It's been a long time since I came here, I saw someone smirking, I don't know what I'm happy about."

"It smells so sweet, what's your smell?" Xiaodi leaned close to Yuan Xiang'er, sniffed, and suddenly realized, "No way, so fast? Nan He grew up?"

Yuan Xiang'er smiled and pinched her, which was acquiescence.

She leaned close to Yuan Xianger's ear and whispered: "Are you going to fuck him?"

"Nonsense, I'm not your snake clan," Yuan Xianger pushed her, her face flushed, "I didn't do anything, so I helped him touch his tail."

The horns chuckled under his sleeves, "Fool, you probably don't know, the tail of the Sirius clan...hehe."

The two reunited after a long absence, and first pinched each other.

"By the way, I met a friend this time, named Hu Qing, who is a nine-tailed fox. Now he lives on Tianlang Mountain. I will meet and play together someday."

"Okay, nine-tailed foxes are rare. Even the reclusive Qingqiu of the fox family can't find two."

At this moment, the Hu Qing in their mouths was standing beside Du Shuo in the dilapidated mountain temple.

Here is rotten and silent, with mutilated statues of gods, most of the collapsed pillars, thick dust on the altar, weeds on the ground, white cobwebs in the corners, and a spider seems to be frightened and hung down from the roof in a hurry. The spider silk, escaped generally disappeared.

Hu Qing shook the nine tails behind him, feeling very uncomfortable.In her memory, this small temple will always be the busiest place in this mountain forest, with incense lingering, melons and fruits to worship, and humans of all ages come and go.Mixed with little fairies like them.

She looked at the Lord Shanshen beside her uncomfortably, and the sunlight was projecting from the broken roof, casting clear light and shadow on his cold face.

Du Shuo looked at his god statue. The stone god had broken half of his face, and there was a gully cracked under him, as if he was crying and laughing at himself.

He remembered the day when he was defeated by Miao Dao, and was dragged out of here by the Soul Suppression Lock, stumbled into the human village.Those humans who had received countless help from themselves, hiding from a distance, showed a look of disgust and horror.

"Goblin, get out of our village." A woman holding a child threw a muddy mud. The child she was holding nearly died of illness last year. He heard her pleading and personally cast a spell to heal him. .

"Despicable demon, get out of here quickly." The stone-throwing old man knelt before his idol last month, grateful for the nectar that he had expended mana.

He was dragged and imprisoned in embarrassment and pain. In this village he did not know how many years he had guarded, stones and mud balls hit his scarred body one after another, making him unable to distinguish the pain that was the injured body. , Or a split heart.

"Master Shanshen, I came to see you again. The weather is pretty good today. I wonder how you are doing?"

An old voice interrupted Du Shuo's memory. Du Shuo turned his head and saw a gray-haired old man, crouching on his back, carrying bamboo blue, and slowly stepping in from the door with his positive movements.

The old man couldn’t see Du Shuo and Hu Qing, who had hidden their figures. He went straight to the altar table and tremblingly took out a dish of yellow oranges and a dish of ointment from the basket. He walked slowly with a cane. Kneel down on the shabby futon with cotton wool exposed,

"Xinan asks nothing. I only hope that Lord Shanshen will get away soon and be safe and smooth." He clasped his hands together, prayed for a few prayers, half prayed, and said, "Now I am getting older and my legs are getting worse. I don’t know how many more times I can come here. I really hope I can see you again before I die."

When the old man finished speaking, he suddenly saw that a small feather suddenly appeared on the empty ground just before him, lying there quietly.

That little feather has a strange texture like gold, not gold, like jade, or jade, and the surface is shining with magnificent luster, which is by no means what can be seen in the ordinary.

"This...this?" The old man was puzzled, and carefully twisted the small feather with his dry fingers. After looking at the sun for a long time, his eyes suddenly lit up.

"This is the feather of Lord Mountain God, which was given to me by the adult?" He stood up excitedly and looked around. "My lord, Lord Mountain God, are you back? Are you back?"

The answer to him was silence, a breeze blew, and a cloud of dust fell on the mutilated idol.

"I know you are back, you must be very sad?" The old man choked up and wiped his tears with his rough fingers, "but it doesn't matter, as long as you come back safely, as long as you know that you are back safely, I The wish of this life is over, and you can leave with confidence."

He crawled on the ground, bent his back, knocked his head one after another, tears of joy fell into the dust.

After a long time, the old man slowly stood up and began to pack the sacrifices on the table.The old man's collecting hands paused, and found that two oranges were missing for worship, he could not help turning his head to wipe his nose and tears.

"Sir, you may not know, everyone was really too much at the beginning. But later, there were still many people who were secretly guilty. In the first few years, there were several people who came here to worship you quietly like me. It's a pity that Years have passed, and they are old and old, and walk away. Thanks to my young age, I was lucky enough to last until the day you came back."

He was tidying up while nagging in his mouth, finally holding the bamboo blue, carefully putting the little feather in his arms, and walking swiftly down the mountain.

Walking on the mountain road, a word was vaguely heard in the air behind him.

"Wearing it can drive away evil spirits and ward off evil spirits and protect you from Antai and future generations from evil evil spirits."

The old man turned around abruptly, trying to open his muddy eyes, wanting to see the figure he had seen when he was a teenager from the sky.

The mountain breeze is gusting, the vegetation is dashing, and the dilapidated mountain temple is quiet.

"Hey, I know, I know, the things that Lord Shan Shen gave, I will collect them carefully. From now on, it will be my family's heirloom treasure."

Standing in the mountain temple, Hu Qing looked at the staggering back, and handed the two oranges in his hand to Dushuo.

"Human beings are not blindly bad, but there are many cute guys."

Du Shuo's gaze softened, "We are old, and a little bit of suffering is okay, but they can do this, it is very rare."

He turned around, stretched out his hand to the idol, and gently lifted his five fingers. The idol fell apart and collapsed in all directions, revealing a small cave under the base.

Inside the cave, a small orange-red light burst out. As soon as that light came out, the whole temple was shining and dazzling.

Dushuo raised his hand and held the orange light in his hand.

"So there are still things hidden underneath, what is this?" Hu Qing asked curiously.

"This is called the power of faith. I have been here as a mountain god for hundreds of years. I have accumulated a little bit. It is only a little bit. Although this thing is very time-consuming to collect, its power is not small. Fortunately, I was not wonderful at that time. Tao found out."

"The power of human faith? Does it have any effect?"

"It has many uses, but it only has one purpose for me at the moment." Du Shuo lifted his finger and applied the golden touch of the finger to the soul lock. The strong and thick iron rope made a harsh sound. Little by little, it cracked, cut off from the place where it was infected with the power of faith.

"The power of faith breaks every weapon in the world."

The broken soul lock was shining brightly, and suddenly it began to twist violently, and the scarlet iron chain went in and out of Du Shuo's body, trying to reconnect with the demon lock.

Du Shuo's forehead burst with blue veins, and he fell to his knees. He firmly grasped the struggling iron chains with one hand and pulled them out of his body bit by bit.

"Big...sir." Hu Qing covered his mouth in pain.

Watching the scarlet iron chain appear one after another, it was as painful as if it were also on her body.The red talisman culture is a spark of electricity, screaming and clamoring around, hitting her most beloved person, but she can't help at all.

Dushuo's eyes were red, with cold sweat on his forehead, but his palm was extremely steady, and he did not hesitate to pull the long soul lock from his body one by one.

It wasn't until the last bar of the chain that he finally fell down.

"Help... help me, A Qing." He panted and fell to the ground, still clutching the twisting chain with his fingers.

Hu Qing hurriedly grabbed the soul lock, trembling and shaking his hands, suddenly shouted, closed his eyes and tried hard, finally pulling out the scarlet chain.

She burst into tears, and while sobbing, she hurriedly helped Du Shuo up and bandaged the hideous blood hole on his shoulder.

"Don't cry, isn't this a good thing? Without this shackle, I will be much freer." Du Shuo closed his eyes, "I finally have the ability to fight."