The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 63
I saw that all of them had human faces and human bodies, and each of them rode animals that were not like wolves or bears.

The leading man turned his back to her, his black hair reached his waist, and he was wearing a dark purple robe.

Sitting lazily on a sedan chair, the one supporting the sedan chair is.
Jian Luo gasped, oh my god.

This person actually took the ancient mythical beast Xiezhi as a sedan chair bearer.

Xiezhi is shaped like a rabbit, with pointed and long ears.

This kind of mythical beast was originally recorded in ancient books, but she saw it by accident, so she wrote down the shape of this kind of mythical beast, but she never expected to see it alive today.

He. Who is he?
There is such a great ability to let the ancient gods and beasts carry the sedan chair for him, and there are still six of them.

A colorful cloud exploded in the sky.

A group of people gradually took shape.

On the colorful clouds, stood a woman in white, holding a colorful streamer sword, standing against the wind, as graceful as a fairy.

Jian Luo was far away, and could only see a human figure, but could not see the face clearly.

The man in purple looked at the person in the sky, his eyes flickered like bitterness and sweetness.

He said lightly: "Xianluo, I haven't seen you for a long time, why did you greet me with a sword? Could this be your affection for me?"

The woman in white twitched into a sneering smile, looked at the vigorous man in purple on the ground, and blurted out cold and heartless words: "Screw your affection.

Monarch, now, there is only hatred between you and me, as for affection, there is no half of it. "

The hand of the purple-clothed man holding the handrail of the sedan chair tightened a little when he heard these words, and sighed, "Why? What about the original affection?"

Xian Luo laughed a few times upon hearing this.

Listening to Xian Luo's laughter, Jian Luo felt sore for no reason, wanted to cry, wanted to shed tears, but didn't know why.

After the laughter, there was no expression on Xian Luo's face except hatred.

"Mojun, there is no so-called affection between you and me at all, not before, not now, and never in the future."

Every word of Xianluo contained hatred, and each word was like a sharp sword piercing straight into the heart of the devil, without mercy.

With her back facing the Demon Lord, Jian Luo could not see his current expression, so that Jian Luo was extremely distressed about what the Demon Lord looked like.

And what happened between him and this Xianluo?

Mojun looked at Xian Luo's eyes darkened a little, and a touch of pity flashed in the bottom of his eyes.

"Xianluo, why are you so heartless?"

(End of this chapter)