He suddenly started to laugh, a laughter somewhat tragic.
The women of the Demon Clan in the room were already exhausted, even their breathing had become faint. Qingrou walked up to the Qingqiu Demon Saint, watching this moment of tragic laughter, and suddenly felt a pang of pain in her heart. "Ancestor."
She didn't know what to say, and after softly calling once, she fell silent.
The Qingqiu Demon Saint suddenly turned his head towards her. As he looked at Qingrou's unmatched beauty, his eyes showed some bewilderment. He suddenly reached out and clasped Qingrou's beautiful neck. Qingrou trembled all over but didn't resist.
The Qingqiu Demon Saint lowered his head and then kissed Qingrou's alluring lips, savoring them carefully. Qingrou was quite surprised, as he always acted direct and brutal, but never as gentle as he was today.
Under this kiss, she felt as if her very soul was getting lost.
