Binding the Dragon for the Empress - Chapter 133

[Chapter 133 The Battle of Gods and Demons (1)]

The entire magic city was shrouded in the dark night, and the air was filled with black and red magical energy. Looking from above, you could faintly see sporadic yellow lanterns glowing faintly.

On the round black jade bed, the hands and feet of the human race were chained with shackles, connected with long iron chains, and fixed to the square bedposts respectively.

Because each shackle is covered with soft cowhide, his hands and feet are not injured, and his slender ankles are like suet jade made from the sky, warm and beautiful.

The door was pushed open from the outside, the Lord of Demons stayed at the entrance for a few breaths, closed the door lightly, and walked towards the man on the bed. He stopped by the bed, quietly looking at the man’s peaceful profile, and couldn’t help bending his tall body to kiss his forehead.

At this moment, the man suddenly woke up, raised his shackled hand and swiped towards Mozun’s face, a crisp slap sounded in the room, accompanied by a muffled sound of iron chains.

“Go away!”

Demon Venerable’s red pupils darkened, and his body exuded terrifying anger. Ning Zhiyu had seen Demon Venerable angry many times. Every time he thought that the other party would kill him, but he didn’t.

The Demon Venerable appeared on the bed in an instant, pressed Ning Zhiyu’s hands on the head of the bed and leaned over to kiss his lips. The kiss carried murderous intent and a strong smell of alcohol, so fierce that it seemed to swallow Ning Zhiyu alive. Ning Zhiyu had nowhere to run, but he wouldn’t let him take advantage of it, biting the Demon Venerable’s tongue hard.

The Demon Venerable snorted, and the sweet smell of blood spread in the mouths of the two. His blood was poisonous to the human race. Ning Zhiyu felt paralyzed all over and lost the strength to resist.

The Demon Venerable licked the blood in his mouth clean, and the rough kiss gradually became gentle. His palm slid up Ning Zhi’s bare legs and gently separated.

Ning Zhiyu was wearing a thin white robe with nothing underneath, so that the Demon Venerable could do those disgusting things.

Mozun used to like to say disgusting things on the bed, but in recent years, he knew that Ning Zhiyu couldn’t change, so he didn’t humiliate himself.

When the body blended together, Ning Zhiyu’s robes were already scattered messily, revealing a deep collarbone, and the Demon Venerable bit Ning Zhiyu’s shoulder forbearance, in order to avoid hurting the other party, his movements were very slow and restrained.

Ning Zhiyu’s breath was trembling, her dark eyes looked at the person above with hatred, and her palm was pinched on the neck of the demon: “Go away, beast… beast…”

His strength was completely unable to threaten the demon. Venerable, Demon Venerable let him pinch, raised his hand to cover Ning Zhiyu’s eyes, lowered his head and kissed his lips: “Don’t talk…don’t talk.” The

dim fire swayed on the candlestick not far away, reflecting Demon Venerable’s young, flamboyant face, the right side of his face was slightly swollen, looking rather embarrassed.

No one in the entire Demon World dared to do anything to Demon Venerable, except for the man on his bed, every time he came out of the palace, it was normal to have more scratches or slap marks on his neck and face.

Ning Zhiyu knew that Mozun was drunk, because when Mozun came back for lunch at noon today, he told him to die.

Almost everyone who gives affection will turn into an idiot in front of the person he loves, including this devil, knowing how much he hates him, he has to do things that are completely unnecessary again and again. try to change his mind.

Over the past four years, Ning Zhiyu has used countless methods to stimulate Demon Venerable, hoping that the other party will kill him. He has long wanted to end his filthy life, but no matter what he does, it is useless. Demon Venerable’s way of venting his anger is always Violation and possession, which made Ning Zhiyu feel ashamed.

Yan Yuan was dead, but Demon Venerable was still alive. Thinking of this, Ning Zhiyu only had monstrous hatred and despair in her heart.

The hand that was pinching the Demon Venerable’s neck became weaker and weaker, and finally fell to the side of the pillow. Ning Zhiyu looked up absently and said, “Why don’t you die…” The

Demon Venerable stopped and became quiet. For a moment: “You just want me to die.”

Ning Zhiyu turned his eyes to meet his bewitching red pupils, and said softly, “Yes, I hope you will disappear, disappear in front of me, and disappear in this world forever. ”

Although Mozun was drunk, it wasn’t too deep. His eyes were a little chaotic. He silently looked at Ning Zhiyu for a while, then stopped looking and continued to do what he didn’t finish.

Souls that don’t fit together, after four or five years of water and milk blending, both sides will inevitably feel pleasure in the body. Ning Zhiyu’s cheeks gradually turned red, and his forehead was wet with sweat. He gritted his teeth and did not allow himself to make a sound. Tears welled up in his eyes.

“Go to die…Go to die, all the demons in the demon world should die…”

“You shouldn’t live in this world…”

The sound of the chain shaking kept ringing in the room, and the devil’s palm touched Ning Zhiyu’s palm. He lowered his head and kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes.

“Don’t cry.”

“Don’t cry…”

When he was awake, Demon Venerable would not put his dignity on the ground so unreservedly for Ning Zhiyu to trample on it at will. The sword is drawn.

Although Ning Zhiyu was imprisoned, he was never the one who was at a disadvantage, because the Demon Venerable cared about him, cared about everything about him, cared about who his eyes were looking at, and who was thinking in his heart.

The reason why he was imprisoned here is not only to prevent Ning Zhiyu from escaping and being torn apart by low-level monsters outside, but also to prevent him from committing suicide.

After everything was over, Demon Venerable briefly removed the shackles on Ning Zhiyu’s hands and feet. Ning Zhiyu was so tired that he no longer had the strength to lift his fingers. Candle fire, there is a dead silence in the eyes.

“Mi San, you kill me.”

“You kill me.”

Mi San is the name of Mozun. He is the third oldest in the family. He has two older brothers, who are named Mo Yi and Mo by his parents. Two, he is naturally called Demon Three.

Demons are divided into elementary, middle, and advanced. Elementary monsters are the most tyrannical creatures with the lowest IQ, they look strange and ugly, the middle ones are ugly and brainy monsters, and the higher ones are like Demon Venerables who can transform into humanoids at will.

The more handsome and beautiful, the stronger the magic power.

Mozun was the strongest of the three brothers at birth, but he didn’t like to read since he was a child, and he had a headache when he read a book, so he couldn’t recognize a few words. The two brothers were gentle and gentle, and they were well versed in astronomy and geography. Mozun changed his name to a nicer name. He didn’t want to abandon his parents’ original intention, so he continued to use the word with the same pronunciation, copying three.

His parents were killed in the war between gods and demons 100,000 years ago, and that was the reason why Mozun had to break through the heavens later.

Because he wants revenge.

The big revenge was not reported. The two brothers were wiped out in the second battle between the demons and the demons. Half of the people in the demon world were slaughtered. Together with the two sisters-in-law and several nephews and nieces, they all died together. The blood feud between them will never go away.

Unless one of them dies forever.

“What if I told you that Yan Yuan didn’t die?” Demon Venerable said hoarsely in Ning Zhiyu’s ear.

Ning Zhiyu was silent at first, then turned around stiffly and grabbed Demon Venerable’s collar: “…What did you say?”

Demon Venerable’s back palm slid from Ning Zhiyu’s back to his waist, and closed his eyes. : “It’s nothing, just sleep.”

Ning Zhiyu put both hands on his chest and wanted to push him away, but the difference in size between them was too big to do it. Angrily, he slapped the Demon Venerable’s face with a slap in the face, his chest heaving, coldly.

“Don’t touch me, I feel disgusting.” The

Demon Venerable grabbed Ning Zhiyu’s wrist, opened his red pupils to look at the man in his arms, and said in a low voice, “You know how to beat and scold the deity, if Yan Yuan holds you like this , are you very happy in your heart?”

He asked very seriously, as if he was really hurt.

Ning Zhiyu’s heart was overwhelmed, she stared blankly at Mozun Jun to an almost bewitching face, and slowly leaned into his ear and said, “You can’t even match his half black silk.”

Mozun’s body Stiffened: “What if I wasn’t a demon…”

Ning Zhiyu smiled lightly, and replied lightly: “Do you think I hate you because you are a demon?”

“If you want me not to hate you, that’s ok… if you kill yourself, I won’t hate you. The

Demon Venerable didn’t seem to understand what he said, so he calmly raised his hand to straighten Ning Zhiyu’s messy forehead hair, and said, “A-Ning, teach me to write your name.”

“You are not worthy.” Ning Zhiyu waved open his hand.

Yan Yuan used to call Ning Zhiyu ‘Ayu’ in the past. The Demon Venerable did not like to be like her rival, so she called Ning Zhiyu ‘A Ning’ on her own accord, but Ning Zhiyu would not answer most of the time.

Everything is his one-man show.

Ning Zhiyu was lying on his back, and when he was about to fall asleep, he heard the demon holding him behind him and said, “The battle between gods and demons is imminent. If I win, you will be my queen, okay?

” Come on, he’s really drunk.

“I hope you die.”

Demon Venerable said slowly after being silent for a long time.

“I won’t die. If I die, you will be taken back by Yan Yuan, and there is A Jie between us. The Protoss can’t tolerate him.”

A Jie was the child Ning Zhiyu was forced to give birth to.

She has the same red eyes as Demon Venerable.

Ning Zhiyu hated Demon Venerable, hated this cruel world, and couldn’t give birth to love for that disgusting little bastard.

he said softly.

“Then you die together.”

The Demon Venerable silently wrapped around Ning Zhiyu’s waist and abdomen, and the two bodies were tightly pressed together. .

On the day the Protoss attacked, Ning Zhiyu was imprisoned on the bed of the Demon Lord’s bedroom, and a strange loud noise was faintly heard. A strong red light wave exploded over the Demon Realm, and countless low-level monsters were torn apart on the spot, with a heart-piercing sound. The screams of the lungs.

The demon’s barrier was broken.

Ning Zhiyu woke up abruptly from the bed, and sat up on the bed in a cold sweat, the iron chains connecting the bedposts on his hands and feet kept shaking. He dreamed that Yan Yuan had died tragically in the hands of the Demon Venerable, and sat in shock for a long time, unable to recover.

The door was lightly knocked twice from the outside, Ning Zhiyu looked back, the door was carefully pushed open, and then a small head came in, and she called her mother in a milky voice.

I don’t know if it was because he was too tossed in the womb, or because he inherited the stupidity of the Demon Venerable. This child doesn’t look very smart. He knows that Ning Zhiyu hates him, but he is still like his father, who is skinless and shameless. , annoying.

Ning Zhiyu’s heart gradually settled down, and her eyes became cold.

The little dumpling didn’t notice, holding a big bowl of beef noodles that didn’t match his body shape, walked to the bed step by step, and tried his best to raise his hand and hand it to Ning Zhiyu.

“Mother, eat noodles…” The

noodles were just out of the pot, steam was steaming from above, and the little dumpling’s fingertips were a little red.

Mozun took care of his daily life himself. Today, maybe Mozun was busy. Before he tied his hair, the little dumpling had black hair that reached his waist, and the little black brocade robe on his body was not neatly dressed. The neckline is messy, like a child without mother’s care.

There is a mother, but she doesn’t hurt him.

Ning Zhiyu withdrew his gaze, but did not look at that tender little face.

“Go out.”

“Mother eat…” The little dumpling held the bowl and got closer, looking at him eagerly.

The voice was thin and soft, gently scratching at Ning Zhiyu’s heart like the tip of a needle. Ning Zhiyu suddenly raised his hand and pointed to the door, with a heavy tone: “I told you to get out!”

The thick iron attached to his wrist The chain knocked over the bowl raised in Xiao Tuanzi’s hand, and the hot noodle soup spilled over Xiao Tuanzi’s head and face. , hands trembling reflexively.

Ning Zhiyu didn’t expect such a result, and stared blankly at the little dumpling beside the bed for a while.

The little dumpling rubbed the soup stains from his hands off the clothes. His pupils were originally red, and it was not obvious that the corners of his eyes were red at this time.

“…Mother doesn’t like eating noodles.”

He looked down at the mess on the ground, waved his little hand, and the broken bowl and food residue disappeared.

“Then Ah Lie, go and ask the cook to do something else…”

After speaking, before Ning Zhiyu could answer, she turned around and walked outside, before closing the door, she stuck her head out and whispered to her mother to wait for him.

He didn’t know that it wasn’t that his mother didn’t like eating noodles, but that he didn’t like him.

[End of This Chapter]