Xiyao

Inside the wagon with its rolling wheels, no one spoke.

Li Ruo quietly looked out from the car window, lost in thought.

He changed into the blood-stained white clothes, and he was as clean as a white plum on a branch, his eyebrows were picturesque, so beautiful that no one dared to look directly at him.

"Demon King, Li Ruo?" Chu Jiangli was choked and stuttered a little.

Li Ruo is a demon, a beautiful and cold-blooded demon.

When his blood splashed on Chu Jiangli's face, although it was bright red, it was as cold as snow.

Chu Jiangli paid a huge price and successfully captured him, but his fear will not be easily eliminated.Even though he knew that his monster power was completely sealed and he was no different from ordinary people, he still felt dangerous subconsciously.

But Chu Jiangli would not believe that he was the demon king.

The demon is an ancient and powerful creature, born from the heavens and the earth, and formed from chaos, resisting the heavens and the Dao for countless calamities.

The battle of Yuan Yao took the year of Yuan Accounting, and fought against Hongmeng, but in the end it was only a loss for both sides.

The source clan hides, and the monster clan disappears.

The gods took advantage of the void to enter and ruled the desert.

The demons are not related by blood, they act independently of each other.Although there is no lack of strong people, it is always a mess.

How could such a race have a king?

Even if there is, how can it be easily caught?

Li Ruo said coldly: "I am Li Ruo, the demon king is just an identity imposed by human beings, and has nothing to do with me."

"Humans always like to impose their own will on other races. Monsters are free and equal. How can there be such an ignorant king."

His cold eyes glanced at Chu Jiangli, and he moved away without interest, his expression was indifferent and vicissitudes, as if looking down from the clouds, his arrogance was specious.

At that moment, Chu Jiangli suddenly believed that in front of him was the demon king who had lived for thousands of years.

It was a contradictory creature, gentle and cold-blooded, innocent and cruel.

Time had left no visible mark on him, but it did leave an imprint.

"Aren't you afraid?" He asked suddenly, "You have lost all your extraordinary monster power. You can't even protect yourself."

"Even if it doesn't die, it still hurts."

For some reason, Chu Jiangli firmly believed that Li Ruo was afraid of pain.

That demon who is rarely injured is far worse at enduring pain than ordinary people.

On the day when he cast sleepy heart, the speed and extent of his rage far exceeded Chu Jiangli's expectation.

The police didn't expect him to lose all reason because of the attack that caused no real damage.

As a result, it gave Chu Jiangli time to mobilize his sleepiness.

Li Ruo looked at him with mint green eyes that were so clear that they were almost colorless: "Why should you be afraid?"

"Power is just a decoration, losing it has no real effect on me."

"Man needs strength in order to survive."

The demon stared at Chu Jiangli with a clear and transparent gaze: "In this world, the weak are preyed upon by the strong. Naturally, the best will survive and the fittest will be eliminated. People at the bottom strive to become stronger in order to survive, and those at the higher level strive to become stronger in order to live better." , the people at the top cannot stand still in order to maintain their dominance.”

"The demon will not have this kind of trouble. As long as the real name is not known, the power gap of a hundred times will not pose a threat to the demon. Therefore, the influence of power on the demon is very small and can be completely ignored."

He looked at Chu Jiangli, and then turned his gaze back out of the window: "Humans always laugh at the monsters for their lack of cohesion and their shape like loose sand."

"But demons are free and equal, and there are no restraints and status differences. How can there be an army that fights through command and obedience?"

"The title demon king is too ridiculous. It only means that my strength is far superior to the group of monsters. Since we are equal, why do we need a king, why do we need to be cowardly and fearful of our own weakness, arrogant and arrogant because of our own strength, and think that we are inferior or superior to others."

"A demon is free, status, or blood relationship love and hate, even life and death can't bind a demon."

Chu Jiangli silently listened to his long monologue, which was calm but excited, his eyes slightly dazed.

The demon looked back and said clearly: "You don't understand."

Chu Jiangli inexplicably felt that he had lost for a while, rubbed his nose, and saw Ran Xianchen leaning against the wall of the car, who seemed to have fallen asleep from exhaustion, subconsciously lowered his voice, and said, "I haven't thought about these issues, those who are away from me It's too far away."

He thought that based on Li Ruo's arrogance, he would laugh at him bluntly to show his superiority.

However, Yaozheng took a serious look at him, and just turned around and continued to be in a daze: "Yes, by human standards, you are still a long way from the level of living comfortably."

Those clear and cold eyes are even somewhat popular like an illusion: "Vision and experience limit your thinking. If one day, you stand high enough, so high that you used to only imagine looking up, you will understand I mean it."

It still sounded like a mockery, just keeping his face, but Chu Jiangli inexplicably felt that he didn't mean that, instead he vaguely expected something.

If Li Ruo was lonely, there was no doubt about it.

The existence that can talk to him is either dead or killed by him.

Chu Jiangli felt that he should not be sympathized with, neither worthy nor needed.

So, the catcher thought about the vision Yao described to him for a while, then shook his head: "I don't have such high aspirations."

"In this world, there are countless powers that can change the world with the flick of a finger, but raiding the famine has not become better, at least not everyone's life is better." He looked at Li Ruo and said, "They stand too high, don't understand Ants struggling to survive."

The demon snorted softly: "The frog at the bottom of the well."

Chu Jiangli did not refute: "Go to sleep. Boss Ran has already fallen asleep, don't wake her up."

"She won't wake up," Li Ruo said indifferently, "Do you think it's easy to save the life of a dying person?"

"How much does she owe you? Even the dragon's blood grass was used to snatch your life back from death."

Chu Jiangli was stunned, he didn't know what the dragon's blood grass was, but hearing Li Ruo's tone, it was something that even a demon thought was precious.

"She doesn't owe me a favor, she owes it to another person." The policeman murmured.

Dye boss, you have fulfilled your promise, why do you still feel owed?

Because of that similar, heavy and unreciprocated emotion?

"The Ruan Zhi of today is the Fu Ditang of that year." The charming female boss of Wuyuan lay on the couch and said quietly.

But the policeman still wants to win for his friend: "Xiao Zhi, I really love you deeply."

"He loves Fu Ditang in the play, not Ran Xianchen outside the play." The languid beauty in red said.

"And Fu Ditang is long gone."

"That Fu Ditang, who was more proud than anyone else and was so pampered that he couldn't tolerate betrayal, is long gone."