The Villains I Raised All Died - Chapter 145

[The Son’s Return · 16]

Falling into Dongling’s arms, Ye Chen’s heart pounded. She struggled to get up, but was pushed directly on the bed, rolled over and pressed on top.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand to push him, and Dongling held her hand down.

“Ye Chen,” he whispered next to her ear, “I may need your help.”

They were so close, his reaction was clear to her. Although this was something that was promised a long time ago, Ye Chen didn’t know what to do, and he always felt aggrieved that he had been deceived.

“Emperor,” she blushed, avoiding Dongling’s intimate kiss, and confirmed again: “Do you really understand this?!”

Hearing this, Dongling’s movements paused, and he looked up at her with a serious look: “Before you, I had almost never been in a relationship with a female fairy. I have never spoken to a female fairy as much as you.”

“Ye Chen,” he raised his hand and brushed her hair with a gentle expression: “You are different. I have never been the only one.”

Ye Chen didn’t speak, she felt that her heart softened into autumn water, and she clearly told herself not to indulge, but when this person said these words, she had a strange urge to be willing to die.

She restrained herself, but she pretended to be calm: “Since the emperor is indeed a blank piece of paper, I can only sacrifice myself for justice.”

Dongling laughed softly and squeezed his hand gently: “Then I thanked fellow Daoist here first for his generous devotion.”

The two rolled from sunrise to sunset, and then from sunset to sunrise the next day, sticking together when they woke up, and sleeping when they were sleepy. When Shaohua Wenchang Ziwei and others came, it was already four days later.

Ye Chen felt the breath of Shaohua and others from a distance, and hurriedly pushed Dongling, who was pressing on her, and whispered, “Emperor, someone is here.”

Dongling raised his head in dissatisfaction. While speaking, Shaohua’s anxious voice came from outside: “Dongling, how are you?”

“Wait outside.”

Dongling spoke in a cold voice, Shaohua was stunned, and heard a rustling sound inside, after a while, the group vaguely heard Dongling’s gentle voice: “You go to sleep for a while, I will be back soon. .”

“You don’t need to pick them up, and they don’t want to see you, I’m enough.”

“Okay, I’ll buy you roast duck, you go to bed first. Last night was too noisy, you sleep a little longer, I’ll be back…”

“Okay, then don’t make a fuss…”

Dongling obviously woke up early, but he kept talking to Ye Chen. Shaohua and the others were standing outside, staring at the soles of their feet without moving.

After a while, the group heard the door open, and then saw Dong Ling raised his hand to set up a barrier, and then closed the door with a “bang”.

He was wearing a white robe, his hair was loose, and he sat in the room with cold air all over his body, and said stiffly, “Sit down.”

“That, disturbing your good things, we are deeply sorry…”

After holding back for a long time, Ziwei was the first to speak, and Dongling raised his eyebrows and sneered: “You know that too?”

Ziwei stopped talking, took a step back quickly, and hid behind Shaohua.

“Cough, spring night is worth a thousand dollars, especially if you are just starting out, I understand,” Wen Chang nodded with a ‘deep understanding’ expression on his face, “I understand.”

“You can shut up.” Dongling resolutely opened his mouth and swept over with a knife, Wenchang quickly made a gesture of covering his mouth and took a step back.

Dongling set his eyes on Shaohua, who was at the front, and held up the tea ceremony: “You better give me a reason not to hit you.”

“We have been brothers for so many years…” Shaohua said immediately, and Dongling said directly: “Is there less mess I cleaned up for you?!”

Shaohua’s remaining words were blocked back in his mouth. He wanted to cry again, but he suddenly remembered why Dongling had grown into a harm in the heavens over the years… Oh no, Yiba, he accounted for a large part of the reason. .

More than half of the group fights in Dongling over the years were helped by the three of them.

Although he was enjoying it himself, Shaohua didn’t know what to do, and he coughed lightly: “Don’t be so impatient, young man, a drop of essence and ten drops of blood, just take it easy…”

“Are you finished yet?”

Dongling interrupted him, and Shaohua’s fantasy of continuing to talk was eliminated. He took a deep breath and finally returned to the topic: “Are you all right?”

“No.”

“I’m not talking about your body,” Shaohua said, sitting beside Dongling, frowning, “I mean the one you sealed.”

In the battle between the fairy and the devil, the devil could not be killed, so Dongling simply used himself as a container to hold the devil.

That Demon God, like Mo Wuxie, was originally a mortal who was born in a cloudy year, a cloudy moon, a cloudy day, and a cloudy day. After his ascension, he was very smart. He never appeared in the world, and he practiced quietly, so even if his aptitude was ordinary at first, he finally became an existence that made the heavens helpless.

Fortunately, there is Dongling in the heaven. Although Dongling could not kill him, he also locked him up.

After all, he was born of the catalysis of demonic energy. This time, Dongling inhaled Mo Wuxie’s demonic energy into his body. What everyone was most worried about was that these demonic energy awakened the sealed demon god and aroused that madness.

Dongling didn’t speak, Shaohua clapped his hands and said, “Is something wrong? I knew something would happen!”

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

In the end, Dongling couldn’t help but speak: “It’s because I’m fine that I don’t know how to tell you.”

“It’s okay…then just observe first.” Shaohua said after deliberation: “Don’t worry too much.”

“Ok.”

Dongling nodded, and then said, “What about the next thing?”

“Next thing, I’m here to send invitations.”

With that said, Shaohua took out a post from his sleeve and said solemnly: “The peach feast once every three thousand years, let’s give you a face this time.”