blood sacrifice

"Come on!" He stood up abruptly and threw aside the quilt in his arms with disdain, watching the guards kneeling respectfully on one knee waiting for his order, not caring that he smelled of alcohol and his clothes were messy at the moment.

"Where's the person?" Asked seemingly unintentionally but couldn't hide his anxiety, self-righteously maintaining his so-called last pride and reserve.

The men were puzzled but did not dare to look directly at their king: "Please tell me clearly."

"I'm talking about Rong Ye, that damned human being I brought back, he's human now!" Liao Feng scratched his hair irritably, but it was rare that he didn't lose his temper.

The man looked up in surprise, not knowing how to answer, but just stared blankly at his king pacing back and forth in front of him anxiously like a kid.

"I'm asking you something, why are you in a daze!" Liao Feng reprimanded impatiently, and with the same weird patience, he didn't kill the person who disobeyed him on the spot.

The man hastily lowered his head and carefully considered his words: "I haven't... caught yet..."

"Didn't catch it?" Liao Feng stared at his hands in bewilderment, as if he could still feel the temperature of that person.

The man who didn't dare to look up at Liao Feng thought that the vague tone was the calm before the storm, and broke out in a cold sweat: "We have already sent a large number of people to look for it, and the first team we sent today has arrived at us. It’s the border with the Demon Realm, he probably hasn’t reached the border within two days after escaping, even if we get there, we will be aware of it, and now there is no news, at least we can be sure that he is still in the Fairy Realm.”

After finishing speaking, there was an unexpected silence. The man who couldn't get the king's response was even more embarrassed. The silent pressure made him want to turn around and run away, if he could still stand up: "We are searching with all our strength, please Your Majesty, give us some more time."

Liao Feng, who stood in front of the man in a daze for a long time, turned and left. Standing in front of the French windows, the goose-yellow Chinese clothes were covered with a layer of silver under the moonlight: "Go down."

The man who couldn't hear the words of joy or anger made the man stand up as if he was amnesty. He hurriedly stood up, shook his sleeves and retreated. The moment he closed the door, he glanced uncontrollably at the figure elongated by the moonlight from the corner of his eyes.

Light yellow dress, slightly messy hem, unfettered blue hair pouring all over the ground, the brilliance is completely restrained, no longer the half arrogance of the past, and the faint sadness and loneliness flowing from the back against the light makes people unbearable to look directly, as if a suit has penetrated into the sky. Bone marrow waiting and persistent waiting.

"Why do you want to run away?... Isn't it good to be by my side forever? Forever..." Frowning brows, the delicate face seemed to be in pain, hesitation, puzzlement, and determination, "Even if you are just a humble and incompetent human being , no matter how many entanglements you have with the Demon Lord, it is all in the past...as long as you stay by my side, if you want you to stay by my side obediently, I will, will..."

I will love you well...

When the word "love" popped up without warning, Liaofeng himself was taken aback by himself. He thought that he would never have such emotions, but when it really happened, it didn't seem so difficult to accept.

But Liao Feng couldn't feel at ease, such a natural emotion seemed to be guided and guided by something, as if someone told him in the dark that it should be like this, it should be like this, but...

Liao Feng frowned, he always felt that something was wrong, he couldn't say it, and he couldn't explain it clearly, as if he had been distorted and confused by life, but he couldn't find a clue.

Try to soothe the irritability in my heart and smooth out all the ripples. Suspicion is the habit of kings, so maybe I just think too much. After all, he is the king of elves. Shoulder to shoulder, not to mention manipulating one's emotions.

So, it's just that I think too much, it's him who thinks too much...

The long years made it impossible for him to remember exactly how long it was, and his heart was always transparent and clear, which could not be affected in the slightest. Of course, the main reason was that he was not interested in anyone or anything, except for the desire for power.

But this time, the planned encounter, the planned humiliation and torment, the planned one got most of the long-awaited power, but they still couldn't satisfy their increasingly insatiable desires, the unplanned persistence, the planned... Caring beyond the plan, caring beyond the plan, intolerance beyond the plan...

He deserves to be the person that the Demon Lord has his eyes on, and he is worthy to be the sixth angel of the heavens who once ruled the world. Once upon a time, he also fell, and the pursuit of power has become the embellishment of his life.

Inexplicably strong emotions, falling out of control, he has no regrets, and only wants another chance.

melting night...

melting night...

It must be Melting Night...

or something else?

Liao Feng shook his head, dispelling the sudden question in his mind.

"I still feel it clearly, you are in my arms, you still have your body temperature, and you are still in my arms, why did you go with him without looking back?... In this life, it is obviously I met you first..."

He kept muttering to himself, his golden eyes were chaotic, as if he was awake but also seemed to be talking in a dream.

It has been so long that they have long forgotten what night and what night...

melting night...

Yes, it is Melting Night!

Desolate house, late at night, dark, silent everywhere, the only room is charming-elusive-spring-color.

=== Pull the light Pull the light ===

They are powerless tonight, and they have no time to predict where they will be and where their souls will return tomorrow...

The first ray of sunlight in the morning pierces the silence of the night, and the faint morning light lazily shines into the abandoned hut through the dilapidated windows, reflecting the warmth and harmony of a room.

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