For some reason, Yang Ran suddenly lost all anger in his heart. He just stared blankly at the white-haired enchantress in front of him. The familiar smiling face in his memory seemed to be vaguely visible. In the past, when he first met Hua Shixian, wasn't she the same person?

Naughty and innocent children?

The five-year secret love has now withered away before it blossomed. The Eighteen Blood Demon Realm is a restricted area. Will they still see each other in the future? Yang Ran felt bitter in his heart.

"Little slut, what are you looking at?" Seeing Yang Ran staring at her, her dark pupils covered with a layer of sadness, the white-haired demon girl felt a little timid, lowered her face and shouted in a low voice, her accusing voice weak and feeble.

, how can she still look like a witch?

Yang Ran shook off the emotions in his heart and desperately told himself not to be deceived by the witch's pitiful appearance. He just stood there, looking at her coldly, waiting for the next round of torture.

"You little slut, if you don't come over here, you're seeking death!" Sure enough, before Yang Ran could recover, the white-haired witch changed her expression again, pointed her bare hand, and shouted arrogantly.

Yang Ran had no choice but to wipe off the water droplets on his face and walked over. He couldn't help lamenting in his heart: Even if he could escape the death penalty with this witch, I'm afraid that in the next month, it would be inevitable to lose his skin.

These are a pair of beautiful and white feet, with skin as smooth as silk. Yang Ran clumsily cleaned this hateful witch.

When had he, Yang Ran, washed a woman's feet like this?

Alas, talking too much brings tears to my eyes!

Yang Ran gave a bitter laugh and concentrated on washing his feet, but he didn't know that the white-haired enchantress was also looking at him intently. She stared at Yang Ran, and suddenly there were some strange emotions in her expression, "Hey, little pervert, you used to

Have you ever washed a woman’s feet? You’re so clumsy! Do you think you’re combing a pig’s hair?”

Yang Ran's hand stopped for a moment, and then he nodded calmly.

"You...you...actually think that I am a pig, it is simply unforgivable." Suddenly, the white-haired demon girl pulled away her legs, with an angry look on her face, and pointed a white finger at Yang Ran fiercely.

"Huh?" Yang Ran was startled. Didn't she say that she was rubbing pig hair? He just expressed his agreement, so why did he do it wrong?

Seeing that the other party had a calm expression on his face, he didn't know why he offended this aunt again, so naturally silence was golden.

But now that he didn't have to do such hard work, Yang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had just escaped from the eighteenth level of hell.

As if she had read through Yang Ran's thoughts, the white-haired witch who originally had an angry look raised her eyebrows and said proudly, "You little thief, why are you crying so sadly? Give me a smile. You are lucky to be abused by your sister."

His face changed so quickly! Completely defeated by the witch in front of him, Yang Ran stumbled with both feet and almost fell into someone's arms. Not only did his feet kick out, Yang Ran did a somersault and landed on the ground in a doggy style. Drink more

I drank a few swigs of foot washing water.

Is this a blessing? Now Yang Ran sneered, but it was not until many years later that things changed and he came to this pool alone that he suddenly understood the answer in his heart...

Time flies like water, and ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

It was still dark before dawn, and suddenly there was a ripple in the calm Tan Mian. A white-haired boy was squatting by the pool, rubbing his clothes desperately, and mumbling something through gritted teeth. Beside him, purple clothes were piled up.

Lao Gao is a mountain.

It had only been ten days, but it was like ten lifetimes for Yang Ran. In these ten days, she washed her feet, beat her back and kneaded her waist, fetched water and chopped firewood... The white-haired demon girl tried every vicious way to abuse herself.

, like this, Yang Ran had to wash Shan Gao's clothes every day, who knows where the witch collected them from.

"Little darling, are you feeling happy?" Suddenly, a sweet and sweet voice sounded from behind. At first glance, it sounded like the caring care of a gentle wife.

Yang Ran rubbed harder, silently protesting.

The white-haired enchantress came closer, sitting on the stone next to her, staring at Yang Ran with her charming big eyes, full of charm.

"What's the matter?" After getting along with her for ten days, Yang Ran found that the witch didn't mean to kill him immediately, and he felt more confident in speaking.

The white-haired demon girl suddenly smiled, her dimples were deep, and she was extremely charming, "There are only twenty days left before the demons will be selected to take the Demon King's Palace examination. Are you still in the mood to wash clothes here, you little pervert?"

"Demon King's Palace Assessment?" Hearing this unfamiliar term, Yang Ran's heart skipped a beat and asked without changing his expression.

"You demons have low and humble status. But if you pass the examination of the Demon King's Palace, you can at least be like the ghost general and no longer have to worry about losing your life at any time."

The white-haired demon girl said, looking at Yang Ran with a smile, "But there is only one quota for the ghost general. A little thief like you is bold in sex but has low cultivation. You should wash your sister's clothes obediently. Otherwise, you will be killed.

Even if you dig out the devil's heart, you won't be able to become a devil."

Yang Ran automatically filtered out the cynicism of the white-haired demon girl. He thought about it and carefully inquired, "So you are from the Demon King's Palace. What are the requirements for the Demon King's Palace assessment?"

Hearing Yang Ran's question, the white-haired enchantress did not answer. She stared at Yang Ran with her charming big eyes, blinking. The latter felt guilty and hurriedly lowered his head and continued to wash clothes.

"Haha, you are a lustful little pervert," the white-haired demon girl was amused by Yang Ran's expression, and said with a smile, "With your current demon peak strength, let alone pass the assessment, you are not even qualified to participate in the assessment.

None, for more than half a month, the ghost general will definitely force his demons to practice hard, how can you be so unambitious as to wash clothes here?"

Aren't you the one who forced me to wash clothes? Yang Ran complained in his heart, but secretly thought about it. In the past ten days, he had also secretly absorbed the two demon hearts and the poisonous pill, but his cultivation has always stayed at the peak of the devil.

It's hard to make any further progress.

"Haha, you little ambitious thief, for the sake of your seriousness in washing clothes. My sister is very compassionate and will take you to improve your cultivation." The white-haired demon girl smiled, and she raised her hand and pulled Yang Ran's clothes.

, flew towards the depths of the Demon Soul Forest, and Yang Ran obediently did not struggle.

He couldn't resist, so just enjoy it. With dirty thoughts, Yang Ran rubbed his body closer.

The warm fragrance along the way made Yang Ran feel a little reluctant to let go when he fell to the ground.

This is almost the deepest part of the Demon Soul Forest. The poisonous mist is so thick that it is almost like black flowing water. There are wailing ghosts floating around, opening their bloody mouths at any time and rushing towards them with ferocious faces. If it were Yang Ran alone,

He would not dare to come here even if he was killed. Of course, even if there was a witch with unpredictable cultivation, he would still be reluctant to do so.

In a place like this, it might turn into a pile of bones in the blink of an eye.

Ignoring Yang Ran's worries, the white-haired enchantress stared forward, her expression a little more solemn, and she pointed with her delicate hand, "Let's go in there!"

Yang Ran turned around and wanted to escape. How could he dare to enter that place casually?

It was a huge, extremely high, extremely deep cave. The top of the cave was very high above the ground. It was still early in the day, but you could still see countless black blood bats hanging densely and upside down at the top of the cave. Their teeth were worn and they made rustling ghost sounds.
Chapter completed!