After a life-long private appointment with the former Domon Lord

Chapter 68

Chapter 68

    Mu Wushuang's fingers were still hanging in the air, her knuckles were white and slender, with a beautiful shape, and she raised her little finger slightly.

    The raised arc corresponds exactly to the upward posture of Guilan on the steps.

    Before she could speak, she suddenly felt a scorching and heavy gaze on herself.

    Mu Wushuang couldn't help but sneer for a while.

    He didn't want it when it was dedicated to him, but now that Meixiu is about to change hands, he is not happy with it.

    Moody, unpredictable?

    She doesn't mind curbing her bad temper either.

    So Mu Wushuang glanced at the charm cultivators, and said lightly: "Yes. It just so happens that the harem is deserted, so it's good to bring some people in." After the

    words fell, the air suddenly stagnated.

    Mu Wushuang's eyes darkened, and in a daze, a shadow was about to cover his head.

    Three inches in front of him, a strong and heavy smell of blood suddenly spread.

    Mu Wushuang's lips trembled, and she stared at the black robe sleeve in front of her with an ugly expression.

    When Guilan moved, she didn't even have the slightest perception.

    His cultivation level...

    Mu Wushuang clenched his teeth tightly, his back felt cold, and endless fear surged in his heart.

    Her five senses became sharper under the tension, and her vision was already occupied, Mu Wushuang could only listen intently, wanting to know if there was any movement behind Dong Xun.

    A pair of cold blood-stained hands suddenly caressed her cheeks, and the coolness made Mu Wushuang's eyelashes tremble slightly.     Gui Lan's tone was flat, but his voice was a bit deep

    : "Mu Wushuang, you are getting more and more courageous now."

Hear the slightest sound within an inch.

    Mu Wushuang didn't understand why Gui Lan's coercion became terrifyingly strong in an instant.

    Her thoughts were in a mess, with countless possibilities flashing through her mind, but in the end it was a mess, and she couldn't think of anything.

    Gui Lan's icy knuckles moved down slowly, provoking her chin, forcing Mu Wushuang to look up like he did just now.

    Mu Wushuang's jaw hurt, and he came back to his senses, and met a pair of deep red eyes.

    Gui Lan's tone rose slightly: "What are you thinking?"

    He tilted his head, as if he was really thinking seriously.

    "Let me guess. Are you wondering why I was your prisoner just now, but now I can suddenly turn against you?"

    Mu Wushuang's lips were tightly pursed, and she only felt that her face was hot.

    Gui Lan smiled abruptly.

    There was joy in the corners of his eyes and brows, and he said almost happily: "Why?——Because my old wounds have healed, and the devilish energy has returned, you are no longer my opponent." The

    young man's smile became stronger, "I don't To get back the honorable position is just to see you so happy to be a Demon Lord, and let you have enough of this addiction."