Enchanting woman: the princess arrives

Chapter 192 Invitation, Letter from 'Beilin'
He didn't move, neither did the demon king, the two just stood there in a stalemate, he didn't look back, and he didn't respond.

Finally, the dark night, who couldn't bear such silence, finally spoke: "Is there something wrong?"

He was displeased and didn't like him to disturb him when he had nothing to do.

Mu Xi smiled, strode forward, and stood beside him.Only then did he realize that Hei Ye, who was obviously tall and slender, only reached Mu Xi's jaw.

"It's okay, can't you come?"

"Sorry, I have something to do!"

Turning around, Mu Xi grabbed his wrist with a big hand, so strong that he directly pulled Hei Ye to his side.

"I just came, and you are in a hurry to leave?" The tone was very dissatisfied.

When I didn't come just now, why didn't I see that he was busy.

"This subordinate has no such intention." He knew how high the spiritual power of the demon king was, and his own spiritual power could not be compared with it.

"Really?" There was a bright smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and piercing.

"Hei Ye," he called his name, as if confirming, or maybe marking something that belonged to him, "You have changed!"

Listening to his tone, he seemed to be blaming himself.Heiye sneered, changed?Yes, but who made me change, who taught me not to trust anyone but myself.

"My lord, I just followed your instructions, didn't I?" You are the king, the king above you, and I am not only a pawn in your hand, but also cultivated by you.

After a flash of sadness, the demon king suddenly put his arms around his waist and held him tightly in his arms: "Ye, Ye, I regret it, you changed back, okay?"

"Your Majesty," a hint of disgust flashed across his face, "Your subordinate is a man!"

Mu Xi froze and let him go decadently.

"Are you disgusting me?"

Back in the day, was it really impossible?That's when he loves himself, but at the same time he hates it while enjoying it.Now it was him.

Mu Xi still clearly remembered that when he first met him, he was timid.

The second time I met him, he loved him.

The third time I saw him, he loved him.

Back then, he was so madly in love with himself.

Domineering, barbaric, almost all bad words can describe him.

Sometimes I hate it, sometimes I like it.

It was only a moment of vulnerability, he turned around, and said coldly: "I hope you won't let me down!"

(End of this chapter)