Demon General

Nine Heavens Tower.

The blue past lake is quiet and far away. Small pure white flowers bloom by the lake, finely divided like stars, swaying in the warm wind. In the distance, there is an endless green lawn. Starting from the lake, it spreads endlessly. .

The man in the green shirt was lying lazily in the grass, except for his black hair and the white and tender skin on his wrists, he almost blended into the grass.

A man in white clothes came from a distance, dressed in a simple and elegant white clothes, but this man gave a sense of luxury and inviolability, his hair was casually tied in a bun behind his head, his eyes were light blue The color of the water is obviously a mild color, but it makes people feel colder and indifferent than the everlasting snow beside the cold and clear pool in the heaven.

"Qingtan." He opened his lips, and the words that came out of his mouth seemed to be chilled.

Ji Qingtan lazily turned over, "Ah Shui." As if his eyes had been pierced by the sun, he squinted slightly, and smiled at the man, "What's the matter today, you actually went out dressed like this for a long time? I've never seen Ah Shui dressed like this."

"Retroactive mirror, broken."

"Huh?" Ji Qingtan sat up in surprise, "broken? What's going on?"

The man stood condescendingly, looking fixedly at Ji Qingtan who was sitting on the grass, "You don't know?" Without waiting for Ji Qingtan to react, he said again, "The curtain sentence and if the sentence was sent to the wrong place, you Do you know?"

The look on Ji Qingtan's face dimmed, and she said bitterly, "Does Ah Shui doubt me?"

The man was silent, his eyes reflected Ji Qingtan's hopeful face, he turned his head, "No."

Ji Qingtan's eyes lit up again, but in the next second, he didn't know what he thought of, and his mood sank again, "Ah Shui." He pinched the corner of his clothes, lowered his head, The words he spit out were barely audible, but the man still heard them, "Mu Xing and Ruo Sentence are married, what do you want them to do back in the past, if they stay in the past, wouldn't that break them up? You do this It's too much!" After speaking, he went back to the grass in a fit of anger, with his face buried in his arms.

Hearing Ji Qingtan's words, the man couldn't help but cry, "What are you thinking in your heart? Could it be that I am in your heart, is this the kind of person?" He shook his head, looking helplessly, almost buried himself in the grass Ji Qingtan in "Qingtan."

Ji Qingtan ignored it.

The man squatted down and touched his head, "Have you ever thought about what the past is? Is it the past that they never went back to, or the past after they reversed time and space? And you are a demon, so why not?" Can you stay in the heaven?"

Ji Qingtan's body stiffened, and her expression became darker, "I don't know what it is, I'm so stupid, I can stay in the heaven because my concealment can help you do any immoral things without being discovered."

Hearing this, the man's face darkened, and his handsome face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, "Immortal?"

He sneered, lifted Ji Qingtan's head forcefully, leaned over and kissed her.

After the kiss was over, he stroked the bloodshot lips of the lover in his arms, his face was still icy cold.

"Qing Tan," he called out, "but do you know what immoral things are?"

Ji Qingtan didn't speak, but buried her face in the man's arms.

A gust of wind blew by, bringing in a faint fragrance, and the surface of the lake not far away was as calm as ever.

Ruofan thought that he would follow Linzhe to the Demon Realm and be able to accompany him through the most difficult moments.

When he opened his eyes and saw the cold mask, he suddenly remembered that this is 1000 years later, and the person in front of him is his torture.

"Come on, drink!" Sitting in the wine shop, Ruosan raised the wine glass in his hand, with a smile on his brows, "You have to drink for the celebration banquet!" teacup, and pushed the wine jar in front of him.

He had no choice but to raise his head to drink the wine jar, which was full of flair and wantonness.On the other hand, if judged, he had already huddled on the stool like a puddle of mud, holding the wine jar in his arms and smiling foolishly.

Shen Ke on the side was struggling to hold back his laughter.

Ruopan's expression was slightly drunk, and his almost gorgeous cheeks were stained with a touch of blush due to drunkenness, which was even more coquettish and seductive.He shook the wine jar in doubt, only to realize that he had already drank it all. He stretched out his hand to the table, but it was in vain. Curtain punishment.

"I want to drink."

"you're drunk."

"I don't care." Ruo Juan's tone became more and more aggrieved, and as he spoke, he made a gesture to grab it, and rolled up the wine jar on the table with a flick of his sleeve.Ruozan was in vain, and stood there aggrieved, the wine jar landed on the table in the next second, Mu Xing was about to step forward, but Ruofan suddenly threw himself into his arms.

Molan's sleeves were edged with black clouds, and they slid down his arms, revealing his white and tender skin. At this moment, Ruosan's arms were wrapping around Mu Xing's neck.The curtain sentence is very high, a whole head taller than Ruopan, and the silky hair hangs down and falls on Ruopan's raised face, itching, he can't help rubbing against the screen punishment's chest.

"Tell me, will you give me a drink?" The skin that became hot due to drunkenness passed through the thin fabric, and it seemed that even the body temperature of the torture had become scorching hot.Ruo Juan's breath was mellow with the aroma of wine, Mu Xing's eyes suddenly darkened, like a deep underground river, Ruo Juan's eyes were clouded, but he couldn't help shivering.

Wine shop, mist, noise.

Ruosan only saw the black eyes of Mu Xing, which were as bright as stars in the sky. He tilted his head, smirked, and murmured in a low voice, "Linzhe..." It was as if through that gaze, he saw a thousand years ago. The past lake with rippling clear water.But he clearly remembered that when Lin Zhe left, his eyes were blood red.

He leaned up suspiciously, but didn't realize that Mu Xing's breathing was getting heavier.

All the changes happened in an instant - the soft and comfortable bed, the smooth brocade quilt, Ruo Juan sank into the bed softly, and could only look at the curtain above him in confusion.

Mu Xing's hands rested on both sides of Ruopan's neck, staring at Ruopan who didn't know the danger with burning eyes.

Ruozan shook his head, he was sober for a moment, "Curtain sentence?"

Mu Xing didn't speak, but Ruosan giggled, and suddenly reached out and took off the mask on Mu Xing's face.

When the cold mask left his cheeks, Mu Xing actually felt relieved.

The beauty of obscurity is recognized as the number one in the devil world.But the face under the mask is nothing less than obscurity.The knife-like face is beautiful without losing vigor, and there is a thunderous and unrelenting aura between the brows.

This should be a perfect face, but there is a bloody brand on the right cheekbone.The dark red color is like clotted blood, with an uncomfortable evil spirit.

"Curtain sentence..." Ruo San read the name of the curtain sentence, and touched it gently, the uneven marks were especially obvious on the flawless skin.

——This is a spell to seal evil spirits.

Ruofan suddenly laughed, and the crisp laughter echoed in the empty room, accompanied by big drops of tears falling from the corners of his eyes, with a "click", as if hitting Mu Xing's heart.

"What are you doing with this spell, it's so ugly." His brows and eyes were crooked, his face flushed with drunkenness, "Come, come, I'll wipe it off for you."

The lettering on Mu Xing's face became redder and brighter.

"It can't be wiped off, why can't it be wiped off..." He persistently wiped it with his hands, his cheeks were flushed from the vigorous rubbing, but he bent the corners of his lips as if he couldn't feel the pain, and raised his hand to grab it. Judgment hand.

"never mind."

He held him in his arms, like 300 years ago, like a thousand years ago.

As always.

The hot lips fell down and burned all the way to the heart.

Mu Xing bit Ruo Juan's earlobe lightly, his breath was hot, as if he wanted to burn him, "Ruo Juan..."

Mu Xing sighed, a gust of wind extinguished the flames in the air, his movements were gentle, as if treating a peerless treasure.

Ruofan didn't speak, just panted and embraced Bai Biwuxia's arms.

The light moonlight shines through the casement, and under the black tulle, only figures can be seen turning.

A charming room.