blues paradox

"Long time no see, kid."

Unlike Blues' shock, Mei smiled as softly as ever, as if she wasn't surprised to see Blues here.

"You..." Lan Tuo frowned slightly, he took a deep breath, and tried to make his voice sound calm, but the effect seemed not so obvious, and there was a slight trill in it, he said: "I remember you I once said that you are not a member of the Demon Race..." But now you appear in the Demon Realm, is it a scam from the beginning?

"Yes child, I don't think I'm really the demon..." Mei shrugged slightly to express her helplessness, "Actually, I don't even know how I got here."

Once the crack exists, it is impossible to restore it to the original state. Lantiao has never been a good man and a faithful woman. There are still loopholes in Mei's words, but he does not have magic fluctuations in his body, so Lantiao has no intention to delve into it at the moment.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, I wonder if you can give me an explanation." Lan Tuo raised his chin slightly, his cold green eyes revealed a noble and proud aura, "Why, my friend is here with you?"

"Little Lantiao, you know that the king of the demon world has never had and does not need a name?" Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Demon King seemed to have no intention of explaining Lantiao's problem, and it was not surprising that Lantiao would know his identity.He looked at Blues emotionlessly with those sapphire blue eyes that shone with inorganic metallic luster, as if he had stolen the young man's beautiful body and looked into his splendid soul. His voice was low and gloomy, with a bit of With a hoarse feeling that he hasn't spoken for a long time, he said: "But I urgently feel that I need a name, so I took away the identity of a dead person, his name, his appearance, his memory, and... his love... ..."

The king of the Demon Realm spoke the reality in a calm tone, while stretching out his hands to caress Lan Tuo's cheeks, his cold voice was deliberately gentle, and there was a strange smile on his lips, which became more and more sinister and distorted. Said: "Lan, I allow you to call my name - Luo Yi."

"Huh!" Lan Tiao turned slightly to avoid the hand of the Demon King who intended to caress his cheek. Demons always believed in their intuition, and it was precisely because of this inexplicable intuition that Lan Tuo hated the man in front of him. Because of his familiar face and familiar name.

"I'm assuming that your elaborate invitation wasn't just to... er... reminisce?"

"Yes, yes, he is really an impatient child." Luo Yi said the words that were meant to be ridiculed in that cold tone with no expression on his face, and there was a permeating illusion. I'm just an intermediary, this gentleman..." Luo Yi pointed to Mei, "It seems to be lost in the devil world, he said he knows the blues, so he took the liberty to invite you over, then, please."

Luo Yi said so, and sat quietly drinking tea, signaling that he would no longer participate in the conversation between the two parties.

"Thank you very much for your kindness, Your Majesty, I, Lantiao@艾克麦曼 owes you a favor." Lantiao performed a perfect ancient aristocratic etiquette, "But it seems inconvenient to interrupt, please allow us to say goodbye."

"You're welcome, Li Li, see off the guests."

"Don't bother me, leave." Lan Tuo pulled Mei, waved his hand lightly, and the blue-purple flame covered the two of them, and disappeared in the dim hall in a split second.