I really didn't expect to make the heroines fall in love with me.

The man was wearing an emperor's crown, dressed in an emperor's robe, and held a dark golden long sword in his hand.

His face was blurry, but it made people dare not look directly at him.

He stood in front of the black flood dragon that had almost turned into a monster, and slowly raised the hand holding the sword.

In the process of raising his hand, countless stars seemed to emerge from the void, rushing towards the dark golden long sword in his hand, completely covering the dark golden sword, as if turning into a bigger golden sword sword.

Behind him, there seemed to be all living beings worshiping, and under his feet, a golden dragon wrapped in star mist was looming.

Even though they were separated by a space, Luo Wusheng could feel the power of this sword that made his mouth dry.

But the black flood dragon who was targeted was like a dream of falling into the world of mortals, unable to give birth to the slightest resistance to this terrifying sword.

It saw its miserable death countless times in its mind, and saw the figure it considered to be the "remnant of the ancient heaven" beheaded itself time and time again...

The seeds of fear take root and germinate, blossom and bear fruit.

Finally, Hei Jiao seemed to see a palace.

The layout of the palace made it feel familiar, and finally realized that it was full of elements of the ancient heaven in its memory.

But it has never seen such a splendid palace in the ruins of the ancient heaven.

Above the hall, a vague figure looked down at it, gently raising a long sword that was also invisible as if in judgment.

The black flood dragon was terrified, without the slightest thought of resisting, it completely turned into a monster, turned around and wanted to escape.

At this moment, the vague figure swung down the sword.

This sword transcends reality and illusion, as if it came from eternity.

Under one sword, all living beings bowed their heads.

This is the sword of kingship!

The feeling of the rapid dissipation of vitality made Hei Jiao's brain go blank, and he could only vaguely see the scene outside the palace.

The fairy mist filled the air, and only one stone tablet gradually became clear.

Three words in the letter.

【Tiandi Palace】.

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Heavenly Emperor Palace... Heavenly Emperor Palace? !

The black flood dragon's consciousness, already on the verge of death, trembled violently, and became clear like a flash of light.

A thought surged through its last thoughts.

(Heavenly Emperor...he, is he the Heavenly Emperor?)

Not an ordinary remnant of the ancient Heavenly Court... but a Heavenly Emperor?

The willpower brought by the reflection of the light made the black dragon turn the huge dragon head.

But in the process, the dreamy scene in its eyes became hazy little by little, turning into wisps of red dust and smoke, which were gradually replaced by a blue light.

In the end, it saw light and shadow scattered like stardust.

After the light and shadow, there is a pale space crack.

The two pale figures behind the crack were reflected in his eyes.

Its original mission target, looking weak, was nestling in the arms of the white-robed existence, as if talking about something.

Then, the "suspected Emperor of Heaven" took off the white robe on his body, revealing a neat black dress, and then wrapped the white robe around the woman in his arms, covering the figure of the woman.

Then he hesitated, pressing his hand to the blank mask on his face.

Gently took it off, revealing a handsome young face.

It was a face that was listed as the focus of attention by the monster clan lurking in Wangcheng.

The black dragon suddenly widened its scarlet pupils.

Devil Son?

How could it be the Holy Son of Demon Sect?

It roared with questions that could not be answered, but the effect of the flashback ended at this moment.

At the end of its life, it still stared at the boy who shouldn't be here.

"Heaven... God..."

Consciousness dissipated, and death was not in peace.

…………

Luo Wusheng was startled.

He and Ms. Qilin had seen the life of the black flood dragon completely cut off with their own eyes, and they each breathed a sigh of relief, and began to deal with the aftermath——Miss Qilin is now in an extremely weak state, and even the strength to move the storage bag is somewhat insufficient. , had to rely on someone from him, Luo, to help her, and proposed to help her cover up her external needs.

Even the mask has to be borrowed from her temporarily, but she has to change it by herself later, probably because she doesn't want to be seen under the mask?

Luo Wusheng just wanted to tease a few words, but he didn't expect that Hei Jiao, who thought he was dead, forcibly brushed up his sense of presence.

He tightened his big hands around Miss Qilin's soft waist, and looked warily at the black dragon in the opposite space.

(Not completely dead? Do you want to make up for it? The power of drawing Wuxiang should be enough? If it is not enough, you have to consider running away. I have left an escape route...)

Maybe it's because the tension of walking the tightrope in front of Huashen just now has not completely subsided, Luo Wusheng's mind is very active now.

"You...don't touch..."

Luo Wusheng was taken aback by the slightly embarrassing female voice that came from his ear, and his eyes shifted to his arms, only to realize that he was nervous just now, and his arms around the girl in his arms moved up unconsciously.

"Uh, did you hear that black flood dragon just now?"

Luo Wusheng silently let go of his hands, and changed the subject.

However, I can't help but make evaluations in my heart.

(Hmm...wrapping breasts is bad civilization, wearing them is like having nothing, no wonder I don't feel anything.)

Miss Qilin managed to stabilize her thoughts after he stopped, and forced herself to calm down.

"...Speak? I didn't pay attention just now."

She really didn't care about that.

After falling into someone's arms, her heart was in a mess.

Since she could remember, from childhood to adulthood, counting the three incarnations, it was the first time that she had such intimate contact with a man.

Especially this guy next to him... From the very beginning, the picture shown in a certain not long ago memory has been constantly replaying in his mind.

Ah ah ah ah ah!No shame, no shame, no shame!

In this case, it is not easy for her to maintain her personality, so how can she care about the black flood dragon that has lost its vitality?

After thinking for a while, Miss Qilin looked at the black flood dragon that had stopped moving through the space crack.

She said: "Its vitality has indeed been cut off, maybe it's just a flashback... The previous strike gathered the power of the sword of the ancestor of my fairy kingdom, even though it has worn away a lot of power due to the passage of time, it was fully stimulated. It's not a problem to kill a transformation god who has almost no resistance and is not at the peak because of the damage of the demon soul."

That just now can be said to be one of the biggest cards that her mortal incarnation uses to protect herself.

In fact, when she was trapped in that formation before, she could also stimulate the power of that sword, but in that case, at most, she could only break through the formation with that sword, and then she had to face an avatar by herself. God... In the best case, she probably has to fight until this avatar dissipates before she has a chance to seriously injure the opponent.

If Luo Wusheng hadn't made a move, she might have made this choice.

No matter what the Yaozu's plan is, if they fight to the death, they will always get nothing.

But a certain person appeared, facing a transformation god, but he still made a move... He didn't even doubt the idea of ​​stopping him from fighting the black flood dragon, so he decisively chose to believe and offered help...

Miss Qilin leaned gently on Luo Wusheng's body. Although she felt a little shy, she felt an unprecedented sense of security.

After listening to her words, Luo Wusheng looked thoughtful.

"Back to the light and back to the light..."

Seeing the black flood dragon half turned around in the cyan space, with a deep sword wound on his back, he faintly felt that something was wrong.

The vitality has indeed been cut off, and there is a surge of energy in the sword wound, destroying all the possibility of survival of this monster flood dragon.

But I can't remember wrongly, I did hear the last words of his dying just now.

(God?)

Luo Wusheng touched his chin.

To be honest, when he was just fooling Hei Jiao, he really thought about acting as some kind of ancient power in this world. He even thought about which lines to copy from his memory, like "holding the sun and the moon in hand" Picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world", "I am the emperor of heaven, and I should suppress all enemies in the world"?

But in the end, he decided to restrain himself a little... not because he was afraid of putting on too much, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to face Miss Qilin in the future.

(Sigh, my Dao heart is still not as good as the real protagonist... If it is Xiao Yuli, this level of social death should still be acceptable, right?)

But what exactly does the black dragon mean?

Luo Wusheng's gaze swept across the body of the black flood dragon that had become a dragon corpse, but involuntarily landed on it not far away.

Floating there is a piece of jade that has been broken and dull.

It was the precious jade that released the so-called Sword of the Patriarch of the Immortal Kingdom just now.

The Son of the Demon Sect's heart ached for a while... This is a strange stone that can bear the blow of a top-notch deity!Not even one in my own collection can do this!

At this moment, he heard Miss Qilin in his arms take a soft breath.

"The matter here... Thank you very much."

The gaze under the scale-patterned mask is a little dodgy, but the tone has returned to its usual coldness: "If it weren't for your help this time, maybe I have nothing to do."

After a pause, Ms. Qilin seemed to remember something, and continued: "Your... performance just now is also very good."

If it wasn't for a certain devil's holy son who almost brought to life the legendary senior's great power, she would not be able to use the method of her mortal body when the black dragon was in a state of confusion, so that the black dragon's spiritual loopholes could be expanded to the limit, and the strength of the whole body would be stronger. Can't perform at all.

As long as the Jiao Yao puts up a decent resistance, it is almost impossible to kill the other party with a blow from the ancestor of the immortal kingdom.

Luo Wusheng's face twitched.

Ms. Qilin is praising herself, right?Why can't I be happy at all?

And what the hell is that pause in the middle of speaking?

"Heh...hehe...it's nothing, it's all I should do..."

The Son of Demon Sect showed a forced smile, and responded casually.

However, the speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.

(should do?)

The beautiful eyes under Miss Qilin's mask swept around.

Normally, such a dangerous thing, if it is not a special relationship, should not be within the scope of "should be done", right?

What's the relationship between her and the Son of Demon Sect?

friend?colleague?Superior and inferior?

fiancée!

This relationship seems barely enough?

"What's wrong with you? Your heartbeat suddenly became so fast?"

Luo Wusheng keenly sensed the changes in the state of the woman in his arms.

"It's nothing."

Miss Qilin turned her head slightly, so that no one could see her erratic gaze at the moment, and her usually cold and indifferent voice trembled slightly.

But at this moment, her brain was indeed a little confused.

Originally, she was still thinking about how she should answer if Luo Wusheng asked her why she held the jade that sealed the strike of the ancestor of the Immortal Kingdom.

And the ability to enter the dream that was shown earlier, why did the Yaozu want to arrest her...

Ms. Qilin is ready to reveal her true identity - "Empress's own sister".

But she suddenly discovered that the young man beside her didn't intend to ask these questions at all.