Chapter 410: Mouth-naked Demon King 19

"what?"
Azhao looked up at him with a glance, and then he realized that he was letting him undress him.
"Oh." She replied.
Slowly walked to the front of the demon king, reaching out to solve his belt.
The clothes were scattered in an instant.
Then Azhao will not move.
The demon king squatted and looked at her.
Azhao looked back at the past with a pure face. He said in a dilemma: "Your Majesty, you... too high, I can't reach."
Devil: "..."
He gave Azhao a look of "What do you want to use?" He took off his robe.
Azhao looked at his movements in a blink of an eye.
Somehow, in her mind, the words of Joanna and Leeds all came out at once.
"I don't know how many pieces of abdominal muscles are under the demon king..." The thought flashed through her mind.
Thinking about it, Azhao’s ear roots got hot, and his eyes were quietly lifted up, and he looked quietly toward the demon king.
How can her little movements escape the perception of His Majesty the Devil?
Speaking of this little girl, she really thought about herself. The devil squatted with a finger and the clothes were scattered.
Azhao’s eyes were slowly growing, and she hadn’t had time to marvel at the perfect figure of her wide shoulders and narrow waist. Her attention was on the spot.
It was a sly scar, appearing on the back of this beautiful jade, as if it were an ominous curse.
Feeling her gaze, the devil turned his head.
Unfortunately, this time A Zhao did not have the energy to count a few of his abdominal muscles. Her eyes were fixed on the heart of his heart - there was a scar similar to the wound on the back.
She realized it in an instant: once, there was a sharp weapon that penetrated his body from the deadliest heart.
The demon king looked down at the girl in front of him.
She is still very young, her innocence looks pure, and the pure blue eyes look at the once deadly wound on her body, with a heartache and intolerance.
He chuckled and squatted in front of Azhao.
The long hair of the crow feathers is scattered on the ground, such as the brocade.
He reached out and grabbed Azhao's hand and pressed it on the wound.
His hands are very cold, and there is no heat in his heart. His tone is awkward:
"A Zhao, this is the ancestor of your Blanche family three hundred years ago, personally stayed."
He stared at the girl in front of him and wanted to see how she would react.
Panic? Shock? Still guilty?
None of them.
The blue eyes looked up at him, and they were full of distress: "You hurt at that time?"
The devil is a glimpse.
The girl has bowed her head and kissed it.
The soft touch is worn by the mouth, like a feather, and like the spring breeze of Slanka.
Slanka is the hometown of Olivia. Because at that time, Oliwen was seriously injured, and the legion of the Holy See became a dead town in the name of "purification."
Every winter, this wound will be a pain, reminding him of some hatred and pain that should not be forgotten.
It’s not yet time, but the devil thinks that because of the kiss of the little girl, the scar is faint.
Just this time, it is not the same as before.
Not the kind of cold wind raging, the whole chest is cold and dead.
Like a barren soil, a bud sprouted from the top, and a bud tip appeared.
Although it hurts, it can feel the vividness of blood flow.