The devil's favorite upper body: the playful little poisonous concubine

Chapter 1101 Thunder Element (2)

If it is driven by fate, whether it is the spirit-gathering stone or the devil-slaying sword, she must control it, then she is lucky, fortunately, this person is her.

She will protect Qi Jinghuan's life.

The group of them returned to the Demon Realm, and Hongling followed Xie Wanrong nervously, "Rongrong, how did you get down from the God Realm?"

Hongling had been crying for a long time and her voice was hoarse, she mumbled her voice, her eyes carefully fell on her stomach.

Xie Wanrong rubbed her little head, and comforted her softly: "Okay, it's all right, it just so happened that the baby in my stomach didn't make trouble, so I opened the barrier by myself."

Xie Wanrong said these words easily, but it was not easy for her to open the barrier.

Just now, she almost thought that she was going to die first, but she didn't expect that the sudden burst of power in her belly helped her leave the temple.

Xie Wanrong gently rubbed her lower abdomen with eyes full of eyes, then looked up at Qi Jinghuan's stern and resolute face, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

Lan Lorna on the side was still clutching her wound, and complained angrily: "Why is this wound so difficult to heal!"

Her skin was just a tear, and it hasn't healed yet. Lan Luona frowned, and turned her gaze to Qi Jinghuan's lower abdomen. His injury was a hundred times heavier than hers. Lan Luona wanted to see Qi Jinghuan's body For the Demon Lord, how is his injury?

Lan Luona's words undoubtedly aroused Xie Wanrong's idea. When she returned to the Demon Realm, she pressed Qi Jinghuan on the animal chair, "Ah Huan, let me look at the wound for you."

Qi Jinghuan slightly raised his eyebrows: "Don't look, just wait for a while, and you'll be fine."

Xie Wanrong gave him a cold look, and supported his lower back with one hand: "You still lie to me, that is not an ordinary sword, even if it is held by Xiahou Yihan, how many people from the demon clan died under his sword, the black demon clan The queen's wound hasn't healed yet, Ah Huan, at this time, are you still planning to hide it from me?"

Xie Wanrong angrily reached out to check Qi Jinghuan's wound, but the moment his fingers touched the corner of his clothes, he held both hands.

Qi Jinghuan's phoenix eyes were deep, and he held Xie Wanrong's little hand tightly with his generous palm, "Wan'er, it is true that the recovery is slower than before, but there is no serious problem. I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable after seeing it."

Qi Jinghuan knows best what the wound looks like, and Xie Wanrong is still pregnant, so he doesn't want her to see such a bloody scene.

Xie Wanrong was stunned for a few seconds, even if she didn't look at it, she still felt very uncomfortable. She pulled out her hand, stroking his handsome outline and facial features with her slender fingers, slowly bent down, and kissed his cold thin lips, very gentle, so gentle Xie Wanrong didn't even have the heart to use force, but just gently kissed his lips.

Then he raised his eyes and put his hands around his neck: "Ah Huan, you must tell me what's the matter, I don't want you to bear it alone, now that the Devil Slayer Sword has been taken back to the God Realm by Luo Xun, they will definitely not Will let it go."

Thousands of years ago, Luo Xun had Xie Wanrong's memory drained and the demon king sealed.

Thousands of years later, her worries remain.

She looked at him resentfully, and met his deep eyes: "Ah Huan, what if... I forget you..."

"Then I'll get you back!" Qi Jinghuan smiled earnestly, hooking her nose: "Wan'er, our destiny is doomed to be entangled with each other, and we won't be separated."

Xie Wanrong didn't know that fate made it happen, but it was because she knew fate that she was even more afraid.

(End of this chapter)