After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 1

hibiscus tent is warm, and the spring supper is once.

he drunk slowly opened his eyes, in front of him was the familiar demon lord's bedchamber, the soft bed under him was covered with soft snow-white animal skins, and there was still unburned sleep incense in the incense burner at the head of the bed, and after lighting it all night, the taste was extremely faint.

headache.

not only was it a headache, but there was no pain in every part of his body, the already scarred parts seemed to have been dismantled and reassembled, and every bone and muscle was telling him how broken the body was.

he drunken sat up with difficulty, the slender pale five fingers gathered a handful of mink fur that would fall from his shoulders, and because of this action, the suffocation that often occurred spread to his chest, he raised his hand to cover his bloodless lips and coughed low.

this look is due to a car accident.

a thousand years ago, he was still the "little he zong" of the 21st century, because of a momentary carelessness, he was carefully designed by someone to have a car accident, the scene was extremely tragic, and he was saved by something that called himself a "system" when he was dying.

the system threw him into this world, told him that it was a book world, and promised that as long as he accomplished a major event that could change the fate of the entire cultivation realm, he could retire and return to the place where he came.

but he did not say what this "big thing" was, he wanted to ask again, the system was gone, never appeared again.

throwing him over and not treating him, he was so badly injured that the medicine stone was helpless and the magic was difficult to heal, so he had to practice magic skills, so he pieced together his scattered bodies and barely saved his life.

but because of this, he was full of injuries, and from time to time he would have a seizure, coughing uncontrollably every time, and trembling with pain.

but that didn't bother him.

for a thousand years, he dragged this sick body that seemed to be able to go away at any time, climbed up step by step from the most insignificant demon, stepped on the corpses of countless righteous and evil people, reorganized a scattered demon world, and became a "detractory demon lord" who everyone in the cultivation world talked about and was afraid to see.

"your excellency," the sudden voice called back his thoughts, "it's time to drink the medicine." "

he drunk raised an eyebrow.

he always seemed to be frowning, and his face, which had always lacked blood, was always pale and morbid, because of the emaciation of the body, the pair of beautifully shaped collarbones appeared to be more prominent, and a few red marks were faintly revealed on the collarbone, as if they had been gently bitten by someone with sharp canine teeth.

the man outside the bed tent was kneeling on the ground, holding a bowl of dark medicinal juice in his hand, and was carefully looking at him with a cautious and restrained gaze.

"smell the people," the bed tent was suddenly picked open by the people inside, and the demon's pale face revealed two sharp lines of sight, straight to the person in front of him, and he looked at the other person condescendingly, "is the buddha-figure wrong?" "

wen ren immediately bowed his head, and no longer dared to look at him: "why did your excellency say this?" "

"the great event that can change the fate of the cultivation realm is not at all the unification of the demon realm, otherwise, the buddha-figures have been sitting in this position for three hundred years, why haven't they been able to leave this place?"