blood sacrifice

Not wanting to spend time even looking down, Ling Xu walked straight through the six of them without saying a word.

"Welcome Your Majesty to return to the Demon Realm!" The only female servant, Mei Ji, who has always been the most delicate and exquisite, insisted on dissuading her uncharacteristically.

As soon as this remark came out, the other five people kneeling on one knee could not help screaming that it was not good. They were the ones who tried their best to help the Lord and the seven angels leave, but they were also imprisoned by the elves for a long time because of such serious injuries. Today, the elves suddenly relaxed a lot for some reason. They also took this opportunity to recuperate and recover a lot. It is impossible to escape the imprisonment and appear here.

Following the familiar demonic energy all the way to this place, I saw only one person, the Venerable, who was already very surprised. How could the Venerable's temper allow the seven angels who had waited so long to slip away from under their noses like this?

But now that he is alone, the suffocating depressive aura around him can't help but make people break out in cold sweat. To speak out to dissuade him at this time is tantamount to asking for a dead end.

Yansha, who was kneeling closest to Meiji, even the famous nervous guy among the few people, smelled a faint displeasure and sensed that something was wrong. Don't talk too much, over there Ling Xu first turned around with a half smile on his face.

Even though he has been sleeping for many years, even if the world laments or disdains him for giving up his hegemony just because he is a man, and even dominates the entire Gods and Demons Continent, he is still Ling Xu, the demon king who is so high that no one can question him. It is not as good as showing the domineering and domineering back then, but the restrained dignity and deterrence are still shocking.

"What advice does Mei Ji have?" Ling Xu sneered, "But after 4000 years, I forgot that I need to ask you for my every move!"

The magical power that moves with words surged instantly, and huge ripples in the air set off waves of wind and waves. The six people who were shocked had chest pains and difficulty breathing. Everyone was miserable but they could only bear it like this. Letting Mozun utter such a tone and dare to speak up in this turmoil is tantamount to courting death.

The five of them remained silent, and carefully circulated the devilish energy around their bodies quickly. Although they couldn't resist, they could at least try their best to repair the wound. You should return to Demon Realm to preside over the overall situation.”

Seeing this, the five of them couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat. They were all prepared in their hearts to exchange blood with Nether's valet, but Ling Xu smiled instead of anger, and looked like he was humbly asking for advice, but those who knew him well certainly wouldn't think that he was really Can listen to the so-called full speech.

Ling Xu once said that even if it is wrong, it is also right. As long as it is what he said, it is the rule of this continent of gods and demons. Even if it is not at this moment, it will be, so what is right or wrong?It's just the difference between what is already established and what is about to be established!

This is him, Ling Xu, and this is Demon Lord!

"Although the subordinates don't know what happened these days, they don't know what the lord is going to do, and they don't dare to stop or speak up," Mei Ji saw the opportunity, as if she was calm and calm, "but why didn't the lord go back to the Demon Realm first?" , Let this demon race work for you, but spending a moment of your time may be more effective!"

Ling Xu remained silent, his eyes wandered back and forth on the six people, for a long time, he suddenly turned around, leaving behind the inexplicable six people, and his back, the direction of departure, was Demon Realm.

Mountains and flowing water, insects singing and birds singing, leaning against the edge of the forest, listening to the faintly discernible sound of water dripping through stone.

In the distance, it seems to be able to see the looming silhouette of the city, the patchwork of high-rise buildings, the continuous flow of people, the houses that are gradually sparse on the edge, and the mountains and rivers behind it. It is so close to the crowd, but it seems to be a fairyland and a paradise on earth.

As the sun goes down, there is a residual red in the sky that seems to devour the sky and the earth. The lingering warmth still lingers, casting a layer of magnificent color on the land. Standing on the earth and being in the crowd, it seems to be alone. The quaint and dusty buildings are inevitably covered with a layer of golden sand as thin as cicada's wings.

Banyueju.

The moon is cloudy and full, and people have joys and sorrows, but only here, even this irresistible moon, can't follow its orbit, half moon, half forever, lonely forever.

On the mainland of the world, the night wind in late autumn is faintly chilling, blowing the gray-haired man beside the bed. His sleeves are fluttering and his hair is lightly fluttering. The air is filled with bursts of cold fragrance. .

The thin robe and the thin back can not help but make the heart ache for those who see it. Bitter cold wind blows into the sleeves from the wide cuffs, but the man is not moved by it at all, as if he is used to this temperature, or it is even colder. He has seen the average temperature.

In the empty room, I don't know how long one person has been sitting alone, and I don't know when he has been sitting here. His empty black eyes are full of sadness, and he looks at the blood color that is about to disappear by the sky without focusing.

The residual leaf blows down, brushes past the foot of the window, brushes across the side of the cheek, bulges into the sleeves, and falls to the dust, but from the beginning to the end, it can't get the man's attention even for a moment, even if it is an empty gaze...

A figure flashed, silently, wearing black robes, waist-length black hair, black eyes like a deep pool that could not be seen at a glance, the black color of the whole body made the exposed face, neck and palms white , a wide belt of the same color was tightly tied around her waist, and a black ribbon was tied casually in her hair.

Just a back view, is the supreme grace and luxury, even if it is untouched, elegant or even simple, it is still so noble and makes people feel relaxed and happy.

The arm is slightly raised, revealing a bright moon-like forearm from the wide cuff, and the gold-painted fan made of white jade is unfolded at the fingertips little by little, and the slight arc is just right to half-cover the water-colored lips.

"He has always been like this?" A voice as warm as jade and as clear as spring water resounded in a low voice. The man in black tilted his head slightly, facing the faint afterglow of the setting sun, and he could vaguely see the complexities of dark gold and deep purple on Yishi's robe. texture.

"Yes." The hidden guard who followed quietly followed, "Since the master brought him back that day, he has remained in that position."

"Won't the rice water come in?" Wen Run's tone was slightly raised, and he couldn't hear the anger, it was just a simple question.

"I don't know." The dark guard slightly raised his head hesitantly, observing the man's expression.

At that time, the man was only arranged here. Although he didn't deliberately explain anything, everyone knew more or less and was careful to serve him, but the strange thing was that this man never said anything, and he didn't even have the most basic requirements. Everyone is busy.

This person's sense of existence was so weak that he couldn't detect it if he didn't take the initiative to look for it, so he was gradually ignored. Now the master suddenly asked such a lukewarm question, which made the dark guard not know how to answer for a while.

The half-opened jade fan was gently closed, and there was a moderate "pop" sound in the room. The dark guard bowed knowingly and stepped back, and the man in black and fine clothes paced leisurely, Walking to the side of the gray-haired man, half leaning against the window frame in boredom.

"Hunger strike?" Seeing only a crimson setting sun on the horizon, the man in black spoke softly, as if he was just talking to himself, but the man next to him heard it clearly, "Want to starve to death or thirsty to death?" ?”

Looking at the thin body of the gray-haired man who seemed to be blown over, his thin clothes fluttered in the cold wind. The man in black clothes raised his hand holding the fan, raised the end of the fan slightly, and raised a corner of his clothes, But the cold wind blowing in fell down again, and the white jade was like snow: "Do you still want to freeze yourself to death?"

The one-man show did not get any response, and the man in black seemed to be unsurprised by his unhurried reaction, so he couldn't help laughing softly: "Tsk tsk, I really don't give up."

The ink eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at the man's chapped lips with a smile: "Since I haven't thought about it, since I'm still persistent, I can go to a place where I can't see and do whatever I want. I won't see blood in half a month."

The eyes are still gentle, and the gentle tone is still clear, as if the hostile words have never been uttered from the man's mouth.

After finishing speaking, he turned around, put the already cold meal by the window, and left without looking back.

The distracted gaze that cannot be recalled by thousands of words is recalled by the "crack" sound of dishes hitting the window frame, and the ink-colored pupils, as silent as a bay of stagnant water, are excited when they see a dish of homely and exquisite meals that are not expensive. A little shaken.

Once upon a time, they also ate together, either exquisite or different, simple or even rough, and scenes appeared in front of them like a revolving lantern, lingering and avoiding.

A table of exquisite dishes, I have no appetite, but he is not thinking about it at all, with a signature half-smile with a suffocating charm, like a seductive abyss, but he always stares at himself, hating him and pissing him off There is no right way, and he blames him for always teasing him, but he is powerless to resist, because his most fragile and sensitive wings fall into his hands.

The hot palms were covered with snow-white wings, and the fingertips still seemed to be rubbed with rubbing sand, but those deep blue eyes were always staring at him, half playfully, half probing.

And I, knowing that I can't, I know that I shouldn't, but I still fall into the inextricable depravity, my cheeks are flushed, and I don't even have the strength to fight for reason by glaring at him...

At that time, he was still an enemy. At that time, he didn't understand it, or he didn't dare to understand it. The two ends of the balance were swinging, but they began to tilt quietly...

And at that time, I forgot everything, thinking that the man in front of me was my only bondage, slightly embarrassed but not concealing my intimidating domineering, even though the fine clothes were no longer there, even if the hall was replaced by a simple and barren hut, it unexpectedly changed. It is easy to understand, it is no longer the high-ranking king, but a support who seems to be able to accompany thousands of years by his side.