Restarting Life After Forcibly Marrying the Demon King

Is it the unique friction between the air that creates the heat?

Luo Ning didn't have time to think, the moment he raised his hand, Li Lulu slapped his bat wings hard, and rushed to Luo Ning's body.

Levatin in his hand suddenly opened four pupils because of the sudden burst of dark magic power.

Levatin lifted up and collided with the oncoming red laser.

In an instant, sparks were flying.

The laser rubbed against the black sickle blade, and the extremely high temperature made the sickle red.

Levatin, who only opened four eyes, did not completely counteract the laser magic, but split it in half.

"boom!"

A laser split in half still packs a punch.

They hit the ground, leaving holes of varying depths.

"Luo Ning, I'll deal with him, you go back to Demon King City first."

"She only holds an artifact now, and I can still deal with her."

Li Lulu grabbed Luo Ning's arm and said eagerly.

The white-feathered dragon under Luo Ning was already so frightened that he was about to pass out. If there were a few more laser magics, the dragon would fall on all fours without keeping its balance.

Luo Ning's face was unexpectedly calm.

After the shock subsided, he felt a sense of relief because he no longer had to doubt.

Gently grabbing the white feather dragon's feathers, guiding it to fly towards the sky.

Bai Yulong shook his head, shaking off all those fearful feelings, and then gave an 'ow' to cheer himself up.

At the same time as the white wings spread out, the black sickle cut straight across Luo Ning's neck.

"Listen to me, Luo Ning."

Luo Ning's pursed lips slightly raised and smiled.

"Levatin."

He didn't say anything, just called the sickle's name.

The black sickle obediently moved away.

Levatin does not listen to Lilulu's command, and Lilulu's magic will not have any effect on Luo Ning. In this situation, Lilulu will only be helpless against Luo Ning.

With her arms lowered, she fixed her eyes on Luo Ning, and there seemed to be a thousand words to say in her eyes.

Luo Ning raised his arm and stroked Lilulu's round devil horns.

"Wait for me here."

He finished speaking softly, and then manipulated the white feather dragon to throw himself into a higher sky.

Character design: Milia

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The cover is temporary, and a new cover will be replaced next month. It should be the big cover of Rafael + Lilulu, so this time I choose Milia for the small cover~ After all, it is one of the important harems!

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336 The Creation Priest

Luo Ning's gaze silently locked on the figure of the girl.

The cherry-colored long hair is the hair color he finalized after several nights of pondering for a long time.

The light red dress, the white short skirt that hits the mark... The girl's height, weight, bust, and all body proportions were written by Luo Ning himself after referring to the proportions of the human body.

Her emotions, dislikes or favorites, all of her personality and hobbies come from Luo Ning's description of every word.

At this moment, while Luo Ning felt extremely familiar, it was also extremely strange.

Time seemed to go slowly, and the tips of my hair were flying in the wind.

Luo Jing looked at her quietly.

The height of the white-feathered dragon has gradually become parallel to the girl, and he stared at the girl intently.

They were looking at each other like that.

Milia looked down from the lower half area to the current level, and Luo Ning's figure was always reflected in her light pink pupils.

After a long time, Luo Ning spoke softly.

"Master."

Luo Ning looked at her solemn expression, but a faint smile appeared on her face.

Milia's eyes jumped, she stepped back half a step, and raised the curved long knife.

Luo Ning was holding down the Song of Leviathan, who wanted to go crazy, that guy was definitely a militant among the artifacts, bouncing in Luo Ning's arms like a fish out of the water.

Luo Ning lowered his gaze and focused on the weapon in Milia's hand.

"Nart's sword," he saw the shape of the knife clearly.

"The original shape is an Arabian scimitar... In fact, this kind of sword is suitable for sitting on a horse and slashing. At that time, I also thought it looked good, so I drew it according to the pictures on the Internet."

Luo Ning smiled helplessly.

There was a cold red light in Milia's eyes, but if you looked closely, you could see that little bit of flickering light.

Luo Ning raised his hand little by little, and the black and red light spots floating around Milia's body would float with his raising his hand.

The red dot is a collection of magic power. For Luo Ning, who is immune to these things, while he cannot touch the light spot, the light spot will not hurt him.

But what he wanted to touch was not the spot of light, he raised his hand very high, wanting to touch Milia's soft cheek.

Miria's eyes were completely flustered.

She took half a step back, avoiding Luo Ning's touch.

Luo Ning's raised hand was not very easy to reach. He didn't rely on the powerful magic power to stand in the air like Milia, but he kept flying entirely by the white feathered dragon below him, which was trying to close its eyes and flap its wings.

Therefore, the flexibility in the air is far inferior to that of Miria.

Luo Ning sighed helplessly.

Milia's attitude towards him has indeed changed a lot, but the only good thing is that Milia has not been manipulated.

Whether it's from the flexibility of her body or the panic in her eyes, it can be seen that she is thinking for herself now.

"God of Creation..."

After a moment of contemplation and struggle, she seemed to have made up her mind again.

Her voice was very soft, as if she was about to be blown away by the wind when she said it.

But this couldn't hide the hatred that filled every syllable when she read it word by word.

Milia gritted her teeth, and the curved blade was lifted up by her again.

The dark red tip of the knife slashed down with a series of afterimages, and she aimed at Luo Ning's body with the sharpest side.

The speed at which she fell was not considered fast, and Luo Ning had enough time to dodge.

But he didn't hide, just sat quietly on the back of the white feathered dragon, looking at Miria calmly.

Milia was angry and in pain... But there was something hidden in this extreme emotion.

While cutting, the owner of the machete seemed to suddenly change the part to be cut.

The head that was originally aimed at was changed to the direction of the arm.

The machete cut down.

But there was no splash of blood.

The moment the Nart's sword touched Luo Ning, Milia even closed her eyes for the coming blood spurt.

However, there is no warm blood... There is cold air flowing high in the sky, blowing on the face.

"..."

Milia's gaze froze, and then she took another half step back as if sensing danger.

"I'm immune to magic, and I'm also immune to artifacts, Miria."

Seeing Milia's vigilant look, Luo Ning still smiled easily, but he was a little distressed.

"If you want to kill me, just use an ordinary sword, and an artifact can't kill me."

"But I still want to know...what is your reason for doing this, Miria."

"Don't call me by my name, God of Creation."

Milia's eyes were cold, her tone was not calm, and there were some fluctuations like bad breath.

"Okay, Master."

"Don't call it that either."

"Why? Then what should I call you?"

Luo Ning pretended to be thinking, but he focused his attention firmly on Milia's expression, observing her every move.

"'Protagonist'." Her response was resolute.

Luo Ning froze for a moment, then returned to his shallow smile.

"Do you know anything, Miria?"

Luo Ning loosened the drenched scarf around his face little by little, revealing his entire face.

This allowed his gentle smile to be fully displayed in Milia's eyes.

Milia looked at his unreserved face, bit her lip, but was speechless for a long while.

She put the Nart sword back into the scabbard, and the red light spots around her gradually disappeared because of the loss of magic power supply.

"Next time, I will prepare the big sword and come to take your life..."

Finally, there was an obvious smile on Milia's face. After the originally bright and sunny smile was filled with resentment, it was an unspeakable expression.

Such a smile is uglier than crying.

The brows were lightly frowned, and the corners of the mouth were forced to rise as if two threads were hung on them.

She smiled coldly and finished reading this sentence softly.

"Father of Creation."

The teleportation gate opened behind Milia.

Milia just glanced at the human soldiers who were attacked by the demons at the soles of their feet, and had no intention of saving them at all.

She stepped into the red teleportation array and disappeared in midair.

Luo Ning is already trying to control the white feather dragon to move forward. If he can touch the teleportation magic circle and touch Milia, Luo Ning can prevent her from leaving.

But... the white-feathered dragon under Luo Ning's feet was too frightened to open his eyes.

Luo Ning looked at the place where Milia disappeared, feeling indescribable in his heart.

She looks like she hates herself.

Since she didn't even want to tell Luo Ning the reason for her hatred, it was only possible that she hated her to the bone.

Luo Ning couldn't find a reason, and he didn't need to look for any reason.

The reason for everything is very simple... It is because of Luo Ning that Milia is so selfish.

Luo Ning created Milia, and at the same time created her tragic fate.

His books are not fairy tales, where all growth comes with death.

The corners of Luo Ning's raised mouth froze for too long.After a long time, it was slowly pressed down.