Go Through My Demon Host

  Chapter 4108 Respect for freedom (3)

   Ying did not change his expression: "At any rate, it should be a five-star chef's dish to be called a reunion dinner. What is this? By the way, your Highness, when do you think this kind of tree will grow up?"

   "It's probably a long time." Ran Bai looked at the moon high in the sky.

   "No matter how long it takes, there will be a day of growing up." Ying said seriously.

"Yes?"

  Ranbai didn't say anything, and briefly overt the topic in a few words.

  The atmosphere is rare and lively, everyone drank too much, chatted wildly, and finally fell asleep without knowing it.

  Ranbai, the least alcoholic, was the one who was sober in the end. She frowned and looked at the drunks, wondering whether it was because she was good at drinking or because they had become waste.

   "Your Highness, you should get drunk once too." Ming patted her on the shoulder lightly, picked up the hip flask and filled it with white, and then clinked glasses with her with a smile.

  Ranbai didn't say anything, drank the peach blossom wine, turned over the tree, leaned against the tallest and oldest peach tree and closed his eyes.

  The night sky is like an inky black jewel, carved with thousands of years of silence and waiting, the moonlight is shining, and it is clear and quiet.

  Tonight, the wind is also gentle, flicking the branches, and the sound is rustling, it is a sleeping song of insects and freedom.

When Whan Bai woke up the next day, the table full of Chaos had been cleaned up, and there was another cat lying in bed next to her, sleeping in the sun, and the phoenix and the blood soul were still fighting. The sunlight came through the cracks in the branches and hit the white face. She stretched out her hand to block it, still light and shadow slipped into her fingertips, everything was gentle and warm.

  It’s been a long time since there has been a return to the blood. This place has changed a lot. Phoenix spends time shopping happily every day, and brings back a bunch of goodies for dyeing white.

  Ying Li is not as leisurely as this flower peacock and that fat cat. He has to accompany the white peacock to deal with official affairs, and a lot of government affairs are waiting to be solved.

  Ming takes care of the palace, but also pays attention to the movement of the underworld.

  ...

  Compete the deer palace.

  Ancient and solemn, the blood-colored buildings present solemn and simple colors, carved with strange lines, exquisite and inexplicably bloody, cold and big.

  At first glance, the blood elders all knelt down on both sides, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they didn't even dare to gasp for fear of death. They almost grabbed the ground with their heads.

   accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

  The scary figure appeared in the hall, and the blood-colored robe was gorgeous and graceful.

  The atmosphere is quiet, deathly silence.

   "You—raise your head."

  The casual voice fell.

  Kneeling on the ground can see the shadow staying in front of him, pressing him to almost suffocate, but dare not rebellious, slowly raised his head.

   met a pair of blood pupils, like an abyss that was distorted to the extreme, dull and dark.

   "Your Highness." He resisted the fear.

  "The hall recognizes you." His white eyes swept across the hall lazily, as if he was looking at the dead, with such a hint of interest in his tone, there was a gentle dignity: "What's your name?"

  The blood race no longer dared to look at each other anymore. He lowered his head hurriedly, his face was trembling, and he struggled to spit out a name: "Hua En."

  If he knew that His Highness could come back, he would never do it so absolutely.

  There was no sound in the hall, and no blood clan dared to speak. Ran Bai turned and walked up to a high position. The blood-red hem was flicked, as thin as a knife.

   "It really is a good name." She sighed, "It's best for growing flowers and fertilizing."

  The front of the conversation suddenly changed.

   "Drag it down."

  Ying Li said yes, and slowly showed Hua En a pure smile, but that face was so cold and cold that he dragged him out of the cold hall.

   "No! Ah! Don't... Your Highness——!" Hua En was incredulous, screaming screaming, and struggling constantly.

   "Hush." ​​Ying Li made a gesture of shutting his mouth, and the evil in his eyes was even worse. He pinched a hand on Hua'en's neck, and said softly: "Your highness is noisy."

  The person kneeling in the temple lowered his head.

On the solemn and quaint high platform, slender and pale fingers gently clasped the cold and low-luxury handrails, making a sound that is not light but not heavy, and the eyes of peach blossoms are full of evil, like a boundless night, and thin red lips evoke a smile. .

   "Do you have any comments?"

   The sound of neither light nor serious sound resounded through the hall, and the sound line was like a thin blade of cold light, like a reminder falling in the ears of every blood race, they did not dare to look up at the cruel figure above, thinking who would dare to say something? Isn't this waiting to be killed to grow flowers?

After   Ranbai left the Hall of Chasing Deer, he returned to the attic without hesitation. The red clothes were sharp and noble, and his aura was calm and subdued.

  Next second——

She fell boneless on the rocking chair in the courtyard, her figure swayed with the rocking chair, her silver hair fell down, reflecting an overly delicate face, half-squinted peach eyes, and the sun lightly coated the tips of her hair. The broken pieces of gold contrast with the cumbersome and exquisite gold thread of the red dress.

   doesn't seem to be a cruel and cold-blooded emperor, but rather like those old punk boys who adored with flowers and raged on horses, loose and romantic, with thin lips slightly hooked and smiling, and a little more childish for no reason.

   "Pluto."

   "Pluto."

  "Mingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingmingming--"

"What's up!!"

"Grape."

  Fengming blackened her face and washed her grapes and brought them over: "His Royal Highness, you can take it away freely."

   dyed white and asked: "Is it great?"

  Fengming glanced at her angeredly: "Awesome."

   Yingli folded a willow branch next to him, propped his chin: "His Royal Highness was in the Chau Deer Hall just now and it was quite scary."

  Ming: "Well, I don't know if they are afraid of seeing the appearance of His Royal Highness in private."

   "I'll be dead if I see it." Dyed white with a smile but not a smile, biting the grapes lazily.

   "What do you mean by your Highness these days?" He paused, "I just dealt with the blood family, why did I put my idea elsewhere."

   Ran Bai calmly said, "Make a world of fun."

  "……"

  This kind of thing can only be said by Ranbai.

   "The six realms are so big, it's not so easy."

   "Ming." Ran Bai smiled, with arrogant eyebrows and no beak, "As long as the temple wants--"

  Ran Bai did not say anything, but Ming knew what she meant.

   "It seems that the mere kinsmen can't tolerate your ambitions."

   Ying raised her eyebrows sharply, staying beside Ranbai for a long time, her words and deeds were also similar to one or two points: "Your Royal Highness's ambition, how can you compare with ordinary people?"

   "Forget it, you are a bunch of lunatics, and I can't control it." Sitting in a dreadful manner, "Just leave me three points."

   Dyeing white casually: "You can consider the underworld first."

   "..." Feng Ming said, "The Underworld has bowed his head to his Highness a long time ago, so he doesn't need to take action again."

  Dyeing white and hanging eyelashes, long and slender eyelashes cast a dark shadow on the bottom of his eyes, those twisted and whirlpool-like eyes are mysterious and deep, Gu Jing has no waves, plainly looking into the distance, not knowing what he is thinking.

  Ming turned his head to look at Ranbai, and suddenly thought that His Royal Highness had previously told her to find someone.

  Who do you look for? Ming didn't know.

  (End of this chapter)