love across the three realms

Chapter 587 In the bloodbath, you are my Acacia Shura (7)

As if seeing an unbelievable creature, all the heavy monsters stared in surprise with eyes of various colors. It seemed difficult to understand how this little guy who was only dressed as an ordinary demon soldier had such courage and ignorant guts. How dare you hug Satan?

"Whose subordinate are you? Is it possible that you, a lowly monster, can infect the king's noble body? Don't let it go!" Elder Mo sternly rebuked after transforming from the prototype into a human form.

"I..." He Xinger didn't know how to explain for a while, but he caught the loophole in Elder Mo's words, "Since you also know that the king's body is noble, how can you let them be so disrespectful to the king?"

"You! You ignorant little demon, get out of the way!" Elder Mo was robbed by a soldier he had never seen before, his face suddenly turned red, his eyes bulged, and he was about to raise his palm to know her life.

Beryl flew forward, lightly blocked Elder Mo's killing move, and said in a low voice, "Don't touch her."

"But……"

"Let's see the situation first."

Beryl ignored Elder Limo's suspicious expression, but observed Satan's expression thoughtfully.The King of Hell, who was unable to stop the destruction by many demons with powerful mana, was eerily quiet at this moment.

"Who are you?" The splitting headache tortured every nerve of Satan, and it seemed that only by destroying everything could his pain disappear.Those siege and suppression will only make him want to destroy everything even more. The unknown crazy factors in his blood are clamoring for him to crush this world with evil and endless power.

However, when a brisk figure suddenly rushes into his frenzied and bloodthirsty sight, when an indescribable fragrance rushes into his breath, when a pair of frail arms adopt an incomparably persistent and tough posture, When she "protected" him in her arms, a gap in his chaotic rationality seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, allowing his uncontrollable thinking to regain a faint clarity.

"Who are you?" He asked again slowly, hugging his figure tightly, wanting to hold "his" face with both hands.Then, he realized that he had actually done this. To a small soldier, the movements of his hands still had a touch of gentleness that made the surrounding monsters stunned.

(End of this chapter)