blues paradox

The wind disappeared at the end of the rose garden, and the swaying roses complemented the blood-red clouds in the sky, as if the raging flames were about to burn a hole in the sky.

The Demon Realm has stood still for too long, those blood-red clouds, those never-falling lights, that eternally desolate and tyrannical aura...

These have existed for too long, so long that no one seems to remember what the demon world used to be, the ice-blue sky that was more beautiful and clean than the human world, and those stars that were more pure and shining than the darkness.

Why does such a demon world still exist?Why is everything different?The original intention seems to have become a broken joke, but I can't even win a smile from Qingfeng...

The Demon Realm no longer needs to exist...

"The Demon Realm doesn't need to exist anymore!" In the vast and empty hall, an ethereal and ethereal voice echoed around the beams.

It was a young man. His figure was covered by a loose but rigorous black robe, and his face was covered with a gorgeous silver-white mask. The only eyes exposed in the air were empty, but it seemed that he had gone through the vicissitudes of life, leaving only a piece of tranquility under the glitz. .A gust of icy wind blew in the void, raising the black robe and drawing an undulating wavy line in the air.

He closed his eyes heavily, and the sound of sighs rippled through the empty hall like uncontrollable ripples. After a long while, he finally opened his eyes again. It seemed that something was missing in the dark pupils in an instant, soft and gentle. His voice was like the murmur of catkins.

"The Emperor of the Demon Realm is about to return, the Demon Realm... is about to be destroyed..." As if he was talking about something insignificant, the man paused, his eyes shifted to the closed door, "Your Majesty, what are you going to do next?" ?I am looking forward……"

No one answered, the ethereal voice just rippling around like this, the man obviously didn't care whether someone responded, even if that person was standing at the door right now, separated by a door was the basic trust and tenderness.

The man looked away nonchalantly, he was just making a prophecy, the reaction of others had nothing to do with him, he opened his mouth softly, singing an ancient rhyme that had disappeared for a long time.

There was the sound of sleeves being ripped outside the door, and someone walked away step by step to the tune of an ancient rhyme.

"Let's go, what an impatient child." At the end of the song, the man sighed regretfully, and slowly took off the silver mask, revealing a face that could barely be called handsome but was even more frightening against the gray face.

"What should I do, I really don't want to miss such an interesting event."

The air in front of him suddenly began to distort and tremble, as if a stone had been thrown into a calm lake. After a while, the air finally returned to normal. A five- or six-year-old boy wrapped in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of the man. before.

He saluted the man respectfully at first, but then said in a flat tone without ups and downs: "The priest's duty is to be an absolute bystander, have you forgotten?"

"The Presbyterian Church? You may not have too much control, right?"

The man frowned unrecognizably, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab the villain's neck, twisted it lightly, only heard a crisp sound of hard objects breaking, the villain lost his life in an instant and fell to the ground, the black robe fell on the master's neck In the process of falling, he fluttered and danced. Under the black robe, there were faintly visible bones, which turned out to be a skeleton without flesh and blood.

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