Long Live the Wild Wife: The Black Bellied Evil King Against the Princess

Inside the floating door.

Heating and smoking.

Within a yard, the demon night was red and long, leaning against the wicker chair, the whole person's body was lazy.

Nowadays, he is trapped in this floating gate and can't go out, but none of the people who live in the gates dare to move him.

This man, beautiful and glamorous, beautiful and evil...

"Beastmaster, you think clearly, no, when is the contract with me?" Behind him, cold Yangyan suddenly appeared here, watching the night, asking voice.

The demon night raised his eyes and looked at the people who suddenly appeared in front of him. "For the time being, don't worry."

"Isn't it urgent? I have followed what you said, and you are waiting for you to eat and drink." Cold Yang can't help but have some hair.

With the demon beast, you must be in a situation where the beast is willing to do so, otherwise it will not work.

Therefore, in order to please the demon night, these days, he served him deliciously and deliciously, and did not let people move him a point, lest he annoyed him.

"This grandfather wants to go out." The night of the demon night, jumped up, stood up from the wicker chair, stood in front of the cold sun, hands clasped around the chest.

"No." Cold Yangyan vetoed.

He can promise him anything, but he will not let him go out.

If he went out and disappeared at the time, it would be difficult.

"Don't let me go out?" The night of the demon night, suddenly smiled, and the tears in his eyes made him look more and more glamorous. "Then I want to see your soul."

"What do you want it to do?" Cold Yangyan brows.

"The last time I saw the ability to recruit souls, I want to see the soul again." The demon night faintly raised an eyebrow, and laughed more and more.

Cold-yang inflammation looks awkward, he stood in the same place, seems to hesitate.

Seeing the cold-yang yang, the demon night snorted, and once again turned around, the figure flew, and re-lying the wicker chair.

He yawned in a bored manner and then waved his hand. "But it, you are so sincere, what kind of contract is you talking about? Look at you now, after ten thousand years, the contract, maybe you will treat me!"

Cold sun inflammation brows a move. "You mean, as long as I give you a soul, do you contract with me?"

The demon night just looked at him and did not speak.

A beastmaster, the temptation to cold-yang is too big.

Cold Yangyan finally gritted his teeth. "Okay, then I will show you."

He said, suddenly raising his hand.

For a moment, there was a flag on the hand.

To use the soul, you need to know the spell that uses it.

Therefore, now Chunyangyan is not worried that this soul will be taken away by the night.

"If you want to be jealous, I will give you a jealousy."

The demon night looked at the flag in front of him, and there was a little glimmer of light in his eyes.

This is the soul of the soul.

If it is good, he remembers that the Fengchu song came here this time to take it!

The fundus overflowed with a faint glow, and the night of the night reached out and took over the flag.

He was slightly coveted, concealing the few flaws in the shackles, and then smiled faintly. "Oh, it really is the weapon of the first master of the Promise. It’s really awesome to watch the soul."

"That is." Lengyangyan smiled proudly.

This is the soul of the soul, you can put anyone who is lower than his strength to collect.

"You are now stunned, should you contract with me?" When the glory, cold Yangyan looked at the night, and then asked.

Unexpectedly, the demon night suddenly laughed, and the smile revealed endless embarrassment. "Haha, such a good thing, how can an unpopular owner keep alone?"