Go Through My Demon Host

   Chapter 4111 Respect freedom (3)

   Ying Li didn't look at it: "Anyway, 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 can grow?"

   "It will probably take a long time." Ranbai looked at the moon high in the sky.

   "There will be a day when I grow up." Ying Li said seriously.

"Yes?"

   Ranbai didn't say anything else, and briefly discussed 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, who was the least alcoholic, was the one who was still sober at the end. She frowned at the drunks, wondering if she was good at drinking or they had become trash.

   "Your Highness, you should get drunk too." Ming patted her on the shoulder lightly, picked up the jug to fill Dye Bai, and then toasted with her with a smile.

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

  The night sky is like an inky black gemstone, carved with thousands of years of silence and waiting.

  Tonight, the wind is also gentle, brushing the branches lightly, and the sound is rustling, which is a sleep song for insects and freedom.

When Dianbai woke up the next day, all the messes on the table had been cleaned up, and there was a cat lying in bed beside her, who was occupying the reclining chair to bask in the sun, and the Phoenix and the blood soul were still bickering, The sun came in through the cracks in the branches and hit her white face. She stretched out her hand to block it, but light and shadow still slipped into her fingertips, everything was gentle and warm.

   I haven't returned to the blood family for a long time. This place has changed a lot. Phoenix is ​​happy to go shopping every day, and also brings back a lot of good things to Ranbai.

   Ying Li is not as leisurely as this flower peacock and that fat cat. He has to accompany Ranbai to handle business affairs, and a lot of government affairs are waiting to be solved.

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

  ...

   Chasing Deer Hall.

  The ancient and solemn, the blood-colored buildings show solemn and simple colors, carved with strange lines, and the exquisiteness is inexplicably bloody, cold and huge.

   At a glance, the elders of the blood clan were all kneeling on both sides, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they didn't even dare to breathe, for fear of losing their lives, they almost grabbed the ground with their heads.

   followed by the sound of footsteps.

  The figure that was terrifying to the core appeared in the hall, and the blood-colored robe was magnificent.

  The atmosphere was quiet, deadly still.

   "You—raise your head."

   A casual voice fell.

   The vampire who was kneeling on the ground could see the shadow standing in front of him, pressing him to the point of suffocation, but he didn't dare to disobey and slowly raised his head.

   met a pair of blood pupils, like an abyss twisted to the extreme, dark and boundless.

   "Your Highness." He held back his fear.

   "This hall recognizes you." The dyed white eyes swept across the hall lazily, as if looking at a dead object, with such a hint of interest in his tone that he was a little gentle and condescending: "What's your name?"

   The blood clan no longer dared to look at each other, so they quickly lowered their heads, their faces were shaking, and they spit out a name with difficulty: "Huaen."

   If he knew that His Highness could come back, he would never have done so absolutely, and regretted it!

   There was no sound in the hall, and none of the blood tribe dared to speak. Ranbai turned around and walked to a high position, the blood red clothes flicked, as thin as a blade.

   "Sure enough, it's a good name." She sighed, "It's the most suitable for growing flowers and fertilizing."

  The conversation turned abruptly.

   "Drag down."

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

   "Don't! Ah! Don't... Your Highness—!" Hua En couldn't believe it, let out a shrill scream, and kept struggling.

   "Shh." Ying Li made a gesture of shutting his mouth, with even more evil in his eyes, pinched one hand on Hua En's neck, and said softly, "You are disturbing Your Highness."

   The man kneeling in the temple lowered his head even lower.

On the solemn and quaint high platform, slender and pale fingers gently clasped the cold and luxurious armrest, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy, sloppy and noble, peach blossom eyes were full of evil, like the boundless night, and the red and thin lips evoked a smile. .

   "Do you have any comments?"

   The voice, neither light nor heavy, resounded through the hall, the voice was like a thin blade of cold light, exactly like a reminder talisman fell on the ears of every blood clan, they dared not raise their heads to look up at the cruel figure above, thinking who would dare to have an opinion? Isn't this waiting to be killed to raise flowers?

After    Ranbai left the Chasing Deer Hall, he returned to the attic unhurriedly. The red clothes were sharp and noble, and the aura was calm and submissive.

  The next second——

She collapsed on the rocking chair in the courtyard as if she had no bones, her body swayed with the rocking chair, her silver hair fell down, reflecting an overly delicate face, her peach blossom eyes half-squinted, and the sun dipped the ends of her hair lightly. The broken gold, and the complicated and delicate gold thread of the red coat set off each other.

   He doesn't look like a cruel and cold-blooded emperor. Instead, he looks like those playboys in the old days, who were dainty with flowers and jades, dressed in fresh clothes and angry with horses. They were loose and romantic, with thin lips slightly curled into a smile, which made him a little more childish for no reason.

   "Ming."

   "Ming."

   "Understoodly—"

"What's up!!"

"Grape."

  Feng Ming with a dark face washed the grapes for her and brought them over: "Your Highness, you can put it away freely."

   Ranbai asked: "Is it amazing?"

  Feng Ming glanced at her angrily: "Amazing."

   Ying Li folded a willow branch next to him and propped his chin: "His Royal Highness was quite scary in the Hall of Deer Chasing."

  Ming: "Well, I don't know if they are afraid to see His Highness in private."

   "I will die when I see it." Dye Bai smiled, biting the grapes lazily.

   "What do you mean by Your Highness recently?" After a pause, "I just dealt with the matter of the blood clan, why did I go to other places."

   Ranbai calmly said: "Make a world to play with."

  "……"

   Only Ranbai dares to say such words.

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

   "Ming." Ranbai said with a smile, with arrogant brows and eyes, he couldn't say anything, "As long as the temple wants—"

   Ranbai didn't say anything after that, but Ming knew what she meant.

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

   Ying raised his eyebrows sharply. He stayed by Ranbai's side for a long time, and his words and deeds were a bit similar: "Your Highness's ambition, how can you compare with ordinary people?"

   "Forget it, you are all a bunch of lunatics, I can't control it." Ming Zheng sat in a precarious position, "Just leave a third of the land for me."

   Ranbai casually: "You can consider the underworld first."

   "..." Feng Ming said, "The Underworld has already bowed its head to His Highness, and there is no need for His Highness to make another move."

  Dyeing white and hanging his eyelashes, the long eyelashes cast a dark shadow on the bottom of his eyes, the twisted vortex-like eyes are mysterious and deep, the ancient well has no waves, and he looks into the distance indifferently, not knowing what he is thinking.

  Ming looked sideways at Dianbai, and suddenly remembered that His Highness of the blood family had told her to find someone before.

  Who are you looking for? Ming does not know.

   (end of this chapter)