blood sacrifice

Even if you want to return the property to its original owner, don’t use such a decisive method. You no longer want extravagantly, and you no longer have those pretentious thoughts. He knows that he will be punished for his shameless thoughts, but please give him a chance to correct it. , he will not appear again, will not be extravagant, and dare not say love to him again, even if it is just my own unilateral whimsy!

And he also knew that he would not come, because in that hut, the man who hugged him affectionately and told his love last night was now hugging his brother intimately, telling the story of the wrong person he confide in last night And love that must be re-corrected.

How warm his embrace is, how cold the air is at this moment.

He stumbled and ran, no longer hoping for the impossible redemption, the only one who could save him was himself, self-help was the only way out, he fell and got up, as long as he didn't stop, there was a possibility of escape!

He suddenly fell into a hug, the warmth seemed to heal all the pain, but he knew that it was just an illusion, this was not the person he was waiting for, even if he tried his best to escape, he still couldn't break free!

He knows his result, he knows what is about to happen to him, he knows, he knows everything, because he has clearly experienced it!I have dreamed about it several times, and it has replayed countless times in my dream!

The air screamed and trembled, and the magic particles spun rapidly, converging towards the place where Melting Night was, but exploded in the middle.

The howling wind whipped up fallen leaves on the ground, and the red maple leaves circled and danced in the air, drawing red ripples. The maple leaves that could not keep up with the speed were thrown out violently, and all of them fell into the thick trunk.

His eyes were blurred and chaotic, full of madness, and unconcealable sadness, but they were always empty, as if they were dry, not a single tear flowed out, and the pale lips opened and closed, trembling, as if shouting, as if Tell, but can't make a sound.

Hugging his trembling body tightly in his arms, no matter what kind of calls seemed to be unable to reach the voice of his heart, he did not open the defensive barrier, and bore all his clamoring grief and pain with his physical body alone.

Ling Xu doesn't know what happened to him, or what kind of pain he has endured, but the only thing he knows is that if he goes crazy and out of control even if he can't fully tolerate him, if he can't let him stop and snuggle, he will How can you talk about love, and how can you appease his hatred?

Unrelentingly embracing the out-of-control man in his arms, Ling Xu smiled, with an expression of tenderness that he had never seen before, the tenderness and tolerance of a king, as if no storm could flourish in his arms.

The corners of the lips are filled with warm arcs, and a pair of blue eyes are like a deep pool that can't be seen at a glance. They are deep and expressive, staring at the absent-minded and clamoring lover in their arms, a trace of blood red overflows from the corners of the lips, and the winding blue The battle armor gushed out like a continuous stream.

But Ling Xu didn't seem to notice it at all, just stared deeply at the lover in his arms, raised his hand, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, with those resolute and stern eyebrows, rubbing at the corners of his eyes, persistently erasing Those dry eyes that couldn't shed tears at all.

The powerful palm gestures contained infinite spiritual power and hit Ling Xu's arms, hitting the solid chest, making muffled sounds, the impact of force and bones, and the internal organs collided under the drive of the palm gestures, making the Ling Xu felt dizzy for a while.

No words, no complaints, but a face full of satisfaction and joy, Ling Xu is willing to bear everything about him, no matter whether he is happy, angry, sad or happy, at least he is in his arms at this moment, even if he can't reach it, he still persistently whispers , bursts of strong but not gentle voices flowed out slowly, the chest was agitated and resonated, repeating two words: "Molten Night..."

A knife in the hand ended a nearly subversive rampage. Looking at the lover who was still struggling to the death in his arms but suddenly lost strength and became unconscious at the moment, Ling Xu raised his head sharply, and looked at the human emperor Xiyue who came in front of him who didn't know when. , his blue eyes were full of haze, although he was seriously injured, the sharpness in the eyes did not decrease but increased, and became more and more unpredictable and violent.

Without waiting for Ling Xu to attack, Jian Yue straightened her body, holding the white fan painted with jade bones and gold in one hand, shaking the handle in a circle, looking down at the two people who fell on the ground from a high position: "I don't care what he wants to do, and I don't care what you want. What are you doing, I only know that this is the continent of the world, and I can bear to let him go on like this, but my people can't bear it, no matter who he is, he deserves to die."

That being said, Ke Rongye was just knocked out by Xie Yue.

Ling Xu, who didn't want to pay attention to him, grabbed Rong Ye's back with one hand, and hugged Rong Ye across his knees with the other, but he could only take two steps, and the magic power was greatly suppressed. a great burden.

And now, without any defense, he received the unobstructed palms of Rong Ye who was running rampant. Although he is just an ordinary human being now, and at most has some spiritual power, his soul is out and out. Mars.

For gods and demons, the source of spiritual power comes from the soul. When they lose consciousness, they will no longer be bound by the visible body. Although the power is not as good as before, it should not be underestimated.

The dizziness hit, even Ling Xu had to stop to slow down, but the dark scene that came immediately caught him off guard. The moment he lost consciousness, he still stared closely at Rong Ye, whose face was as pale as dead ashes. Anxious to cherish.

Nether's valet arrived in time to support Ling Xu who was about to fall, while Rong Ye, who slipped from his embrace because of Ling Xu's loss of consciousness, fell into another warm embrace.

The green robes are printed with deep blue and bright lines of auspicious clouds and dark lines, the white gauze is as ethereal as the clouds and mist in the sky, elusive, the skirts are fluttering, the blue hair is flying in the air, and the golden pupils Staring at Rong Ye, who was unconscious and pale in his arms, his red lips were pursed tightly, and his delicate eyebrows were tightened.

Liao Feng turned around and left without stopping.

"Aren't you going to follow?" Without turning her head, it seemed that Jianyue was just talking to herself.

The vegetation behind him moved slightly, and a figure in light yellow followed.

"Melting night! Where's the person?" He opened his eyes suddenly, there was no confusion of drowsiness, it was clear and bright, as if a few days of coma could not even be counted as a nap.He started looking for someone as soon as he opened his eyes, anxious and flustered, even though it was expected by everyone.

It's been three days since Ling Xu was injured. It's undoubtedly a miracle that he wakes up so early despite being so seriously injured, and yells loudly as soon as he wakes up.

But Ling Xu doesn't think so. Compared to himself, he seems to know Rong Ye's situation, whether he is good or not, what is the reason for that kind of out-of-control madness, and when he didn't know, what happened to him? What a pain.

After being sent back to Ling Xu's own room, there were six Nether attendants neatly waiting in the room. Seeing Ling Xu wake up, the six hurried forward, but Ling Xu turned a blind eye and was about to get up after lifting the thin quilt on his body.

"Your Majesty, it's better to rest for a few more days if you are still seriously injured." Hao hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, but in return Ling Xu gave him a sinister look.

"You ordered me?" Ling Xu smiled instead of anger, with a bloodthirsty arc on the corners of his lips.

"I dare not." Hao thumped and knelt on the ground. He knew that what His Majesty needs most at this moment is rest. No heart to heal.

Ling Xu snorted coldly, and with the ups and downs of his breathing, his chest was still aching, he got up, bypassed Hao who was kneeling beside the bed, got up and left, but was stopped by Mei Ji.

"Your Majesty, please listen to my subordinates." Mei Ji knelt on one knee and lowered her head, the other four people who knew what was going on couldn't help shaking, each of them lowered their brows and lowered their eyes in chills, not daring to make a sound.

"I haven't had time to treat you yet, why don't you find a place to hide from the limelight, instead you can't wait to come out first, you really have been a venerable for thousands of years, you are so emboldened!"

Ling Xu stopped in his tracks, backed up and sat on the bed, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, but his eyes were cold: "I don't know, Mrs. Mei Ji, what advice do you have from the present queen and the former Mozun? I'm not in a good mood, and I'll listen Don't talk too much nonsense, and please make a long story short, my lord."

Hearing this, the six of them were all shivering for a while. The already chilly night at sunset in late autumn became more and more condensed because of Ling Xu's words, as if the air had been frozen in an instant, stuck, gloomy, exuding waves of deterrence.

"Although the result was somewhat beyond our expectations and beyond our control, it can at least prove one thing. Although Your Majesty has a heart for Her Majesty, she is not really so cold and emotionless."

Meiji bit the bullet and said the original intention of this farce: "If he really doesn't have friendship with you, he won't care, let alone get angry. Although I don't know why, the loss of control now isn't because he still cares about you. Do you still love you?"

Hearing this, Ling Xu smiled noncommittally, and the bloodthirsty violence that was still in his mouth gradually softened, turning into a touch of self-deprecation, a touch of bitterness, and whispered: "If I had known earlier, knowing his true thoughts would make him so painful that he would not want to live , I would rather not know, do nothing, no matter what the result is, I can’t change my love, so what’s the difference if I don’t know? Why do I only understand now, and why do I only understand after hurting him? Use his pain It's not worth it for my selfishness!"

Unspeakable helplessness and bitterness, who did he blame, who did he blame, and what right did he have to vent his anger on others here? It was only because of his own selfishness, and Meiji was just making suggestions from the sidelines. The final decision is still in the I, it was I who couldn't resist the temptation to find out, and I loved him again regardless of the consequences, I made an oath, I promised to love him well and protect him forever, but in the end it was just empty talk, a piece of nonsense!