The entire palace illuminated by the afterglow was stained with a layer of crimson.

Night is coming.

The sounds in the room seemed to die down for a while.

But it didn't take long for the ambiguous voice to sound again.

It lasted until late at night.

None of the handmaidens had ever seen this posture.

I'm starting to get worried, so... What should they do?

They had only cleaned up the remains of the corpses, but they never knew what to do after the spring breeze passed.

Collect the body of that male pet?

Or... Boil some ginseng for that male pet to replenish his body, so as not to be squeezed dry?

Well, in the impression of the servants, the murderous sect leader of their family, even in bed matters, is the one that lasts for a long time.

In the end, it couldn't be the sect leader, it could only be the little male pet.

Early the next morning.

Demon Cult Palace, the gate is closed.

There was no sound in the room.

Everything is quiet.

Until, the red Luofu warm tent stretched out a slender hand and lifted the bed curtain.

Gradually, things on the bed began to become clearer.

Feng Yu's hair was scattered, and the lust between his eyebrows had dissipated, with a chill of his own.

He is very good-looking, and when he looks at it, he feels that the years are quiet, and this is probably it.

A white undershirt that is loosely worn on the body.

His dark eyes slowly moved down, sweeping over someone in his arms.

He was silent, his eyes downcast, not knowing what he was thinking.

And he saw the man in his arms, shrunk into a ball, pressed against his chest, and grasped the hem of his garment, clutching it tightly.

There was a blush on his cheeks that had not faded, and there were still tears that had not dried up.

A pair of lips are a little red and swollen.

Starting from the neck, the bruised kiss marks stretch downward.

Little by little, it is scattered on the delicate skin that can be blown and broken.

She was covered in a thin white sheet with a suspicious wetness.

The subconscious action when she slept was so trusting of him that she gave her all to him.

His hand lifted and gently stroked her shoulder, moving upstream, across the arteries, and onto her head.

As long as he is now, a little harder.

She could have been killed in an instant.

The unavoidable tyrannical and hated sect leader of the world will completely disappear from this world.

In his arms, a delicate and soft voice came

"Hmm..."

Su Yan moved, leaning closer into Feng Yu's arms, as if he was clinging to this warm heat source.

His eyes were dark, and he finally just sighed and stroked her hair gently.

I don't know how long it has been, but I know that the sky outside is getting three poles.

At least it's noon.

He looked at the person in his arms who was still sleeping, lowered his eyes and looked carefully, and then leaned into her ear, and his voice was gentle

"Master, Master?"

Su Yan moved his head, only to feel that his ears were itchy.

Then he listened to the voice again

"Sect Master, it's already three poles in the day."

After a while, Su Yan opened his eyes.

She blinked at first, looking at her nakedness, and her little male pet's disheveled clothes, and her bite marks on her chest were very nail scratches.

The scenes of last night began to pass through my mind in an instant.

After a while, her eyes were clear.

When he opened his mouth, his voice was a little hoarse

"You, you were taken by an aphrodisiac yesterday."

Feng Yu's eyelids moved, his voice was very light and shallow, and his thin lips slowly confided

"Sect Master, no matter what the reason was last night, Xiao Yu will be the Sect Leader from now on."

Su Yan listened and reacted for a while.