blood sacrifice

It's not self-deprecating, it's just that maybe I still have a little bit of clarity in my heart, and I might just be a brat in Mozun's eyes.

The Mozun's reluctance to confront is just because he disdains or it's too late. He is a mature, stable, and even cunning hunter. It is not difficult to kill a dying prey.

But watching the dying prey regain hope in his palm, and then let himself tease slowly but can't turn his palm out, until he gets tired and tired of hunting again.

Looking at the desperate and mournful expression of the prey who thought hope was in front of him, but could only lament and feel sorry for himself, perhaps this is the hunting game that a mature hunter is most passionate about...

And this is what Rong Ye is most afraid of. Living a life carefully and step by step is just a trick in the palm of others and under the nose, and he is not even qualified to resent in the end!

The law of the jungle is the only iron rule in the world!

No one knew the name of the Demon Lord, but Rong Ye was terrified by this seemingly imminent answer, hoping that everything was just his own superfluous thoughts...

The Palace of Demons, the Extravagant Cave.

Mozun is a very casual person, his palace will not set up a special place for the so-called "business" or "military situation". It is just a blink of an eye to conquer a certain clan.

No one can say no, because he has the absolute power to stand on a high index and give orders!

This alone is enough in Demon Realm!

The spacious bath was filled with smog, and a strong, honey-colored figure was leaning against the edge of the pool with his back half exposed, his head slightly raised, enjoying the warm breath.

There was only one person in the spacious room, and the hot steam condensed on the well-defined muscles, and I don't know if it was sweat or the steaming heat was unwilling to dissipate from the man's side.

She closed her eyes lazily and raised her head, her soft blue long hair, which seemed to be full of life, was scattered unruly, winding and swaying wantonly in the hot water, a few mischievous strands of hair were nostalgic for this peerless handsome face and fell between her eyebrows temple.

Vaguely, through the overlapping layers of long hair, one can vaguely see the ambiguous reddish scratches on the honey-colored back that is strong but not rough, adding a few touches to the already breathtaking picture of a beautiful man bathing. Very obscene breath.

"Hao." The deep and magnetic voice still had a bit of hoarseness after passion.

In response, only one person's bathroom suddenly and silently appeared a figure. Hao, the head of the Twelve Nether Attendants, knelt respectfully on one knee and waited for the order: "Your subordinate is here."

"I heard that there are 42 beautiful chairs carved with purple wings in the main hall of Nantian 42 Palace. I don't know if it is true or not."

The lazy male voice seemed to be talking unintentionally, and anyone else would believe that this was just a joke, but if this...

Rong Ye couldn't help feeling cold, and almost let out his breath.

"Yes, this subordinate obeys." Hao replied knowingly, the imminent massacre and the blood flowing into the river are just five cold words to him, "But this is bound to have to fight against the archangel, the six angels of war..."

"Are you afraid?" The man smiled half-smile, but his casual words could instantly freeze the hot pool water around him.

"..." The Twelve Nether Attendants, cold-hearted and indifferent, fearless even in death, only listened to the orders of the Demon Lord, bloodthirsty and arrogant.

"You guys go together," the man said with a smile. "Actually, I don't have any ambitions. I just want to see if those chairs are really as beautiful as the rumors say, so that the Protoss don't be so nervous."

As he said that, the man murmured to himself with a half-smile: "A good prey should not always be pampered, it must be relaxed to be beautiful. Using his body in exchange for a few months of peace in the God Realm, the Protoss is enough." , I don't like people who don't know how to cherish and don't know how to be satisfied."

There was color on his handsome face, a hint of arrogance, and a hint of condescending deterrence, but Rong Ye, who kept his head down and hid his figure in the distance, didn't see it.

...Six Brothers...

... did you hear that...

...This is the man you put your heart and soul into...

... This is the man you give your heart to but treats you like weeping grass! ! ...

...Is it worth it for you to do this for him? ! ! ...

...And I...would agree to betray my tribe for you and such a heartless man...

...Sixth Brother...how should I wake you up? ...

Leaving in a daze as if fleeing for his life, Rong Ye didn't know how he left the Temple of Ten Thousand Demons, how he left the Demon Realm, all he knew was that his mind was in a mess.

The sixth brother, who has always been gentle and introverted, made a stern decision for the Demon Lord. Rong Ye knew that the reason why the sixth brother was gentle and introverted was because he was not given the right to speak up and refute.

His duty is to just accept and acquiesce. Rather than saying that he is gentle and introverted in nature, it is better to say that he is forced to swallow his anger.

And the stern words on that day were because of the hope that had never been ignited, because no matter how many people dismissed it, at least one person was willing to stay for him, willing to listen, willing to heal his wounds, and willing to serve him. He shelters...

But all the protection and doting only came from the love he thought he was indulging in. The word love, the gentle trap, made his twin brother beyond redemption...

Rong Ye can still clearly remember the flame of hope that had never been seen in the excited but cold expression of the sixth brother that day, but was quietly burning. Because of such eyes and such persistence, he was willing to block it for his desperation. One, but now...

After learning the real reason, how could he still watch his own brother jump into the Internet fire pit? !What should he do to let him know that his sincerity is in vain without hurting Sixth Brother? !

"Xiao~ Why haven't I seen you for so many years? It's rare to come here now, either to mobilize the crowd to show off, or to frown, as if I cheated on your wife."

The gentle and deep voice is slightly magnetic, fresh and pleasant, but Rong Ye is not in the mood to listen at this moment.

"No!!" I'm not Xiao, no!How can I make Xiao understand this deception? !

The blue-haired man, who was taken aback by the sudden roar, looked at Rong Ye with an inexplicable face, his golden pupils were full of puzzlement and doubt.

"... Liao... Feng?" He tentatively whispered, afraid that everything in front of him was just his own illusion.

"What's the matter? You look gloomy. Is the realm of the gods about to collapse or are you going to get married?" Still in a cynical tone, Liao Feng smiled and looked at Rong Ye who was in a mess, but in his golden pupils was full of worries.

The greenery is towering, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and I somehow managed to escape all the way to this place, the former residence of the elves...

Maybe this person is the only playmate who doesn't have to shy away from the situation or worry about his status. Although he is often irrelevant, he is always someone to talk to easily, but this time, even he can't say enough...

Liao Feng and Rong Ye walked through the main hall one after the other to the courtyard. The sudden cold made Rong Ye shrank his neck. The front hall was still warm in spring and flowers were blooming, but the courtyard a few steps away was full of standing winter plums, There are bursts of plum fragrance.

Before he had time to take a closer look, a warm teacup was delivered to his hand, the fragrance of the tea burst out, his body suddenly warmed up, and a fox velvet cape was draped over his shoulders.

"It looks pretty solid, why are you so afraid of the cold?" Seeing Rong Ye's subconscious shrinking of his neck, Liao Feng couldn't help laughing.

Instead of refuting as usual, Rong Ye stared blankly at the red plums in full bloom in the courtyard, as if she was about to burn out all her anger in an instant, bright red, enchanting but cold, with a lingering fragrance.

"If the person you love the most betrays you and plays with you in applause...you, what will happen?" Youyou said, he didn't dare to imagine Xiao's expression when he knew the truth, and he was even more afraid of tearing the wound open and tearing the wound open. Reality is broken by oneself...

How can I not hurt him, how can I make him wake up? ...

"If I love him, it doesn't matter whether he betrays or not. I won't give him a chance to betray at all... It's mine, he can only be mine..."

After changing his cynical opening, confident determination, and irreversible deterrence, Rong Ye truly realized that standing behind him was the king who could also compete in this troubled world!

The bright golden pupils had lost the brilliance of laughter in the past, the fundus of the eyes was deep and rich, apart from being serious and earnest, there was a touch of incomprehensible solemnity.

Rong Ye couldn't help taking two steps back in a daze. He had known him for many years, and he had never seen such a sharp-edged Liaofeng, and even the slight coldness around his body turned into a biting chill.

He didn't change the topic like in the past, and hid it for too many years, afraid that it would be too obvious to scare him, afraid of his avoidance, afraid that he would not even have the only chance to get close as a friend.

But at this moment, if this opportunity is lost, Liao Feng does not know how many 600 years he will have to wait...

Rong Ye's heart was startled by the undisguised madness in the dignified, undisguised desire, undisguised desire, undisguised attachment.

This is not the Liaofeng he is familiar with, this is not the Liaofeng he knows, standing in front of him is a real elf king...

"God's Domain still has something to do, I'll come back another day."

After finishing speaking, Rong Ye waved his sleeves and wanted to leave, but his arm was imprisoned by the other palm.

I never knew that his strength was so great that I couldn't allow myself to struggle a bit, I never knew that his palms were so hot that I couldn't allow myself to stay for a while...

"..." Liaofeng just watched quietly, looking at Xiao's panicked face, the helplessness of trying to break free but in vain, both sides of the already fair and bloodless pale.

After all, I was too hasty, after all, I scared him, so I laughed softly, put on the cynical and frivolous look of the past, half-closed my eyes and approached, half-closed, and teased with a half-truth: "Oh, it's so rare to see him who has always been in front of the landslide." And the God of War, who didn't change his face, showed this little panicked look, it's not bad~ not bad~ it's really worth it~"