blues paradox

Lantiao walked on the winding stairs, slowly descending, as if every step he took was carrying a heavy weight on his back.He looked at the man leaning on the throne in the hall with a complicated expression.

The man's clothes were a little messy, revealing his strong and fair chest; his long silver hair snaked around his chest, outlining a noble and elegant arc; he half closed his golden eyes, hiding his heart-wrenching charm; He turned his head lazily, as if he saw the blues, and through the blues, he saw the young man's ambition to reach the moon for nine days.

He chuckled lightly and said, "The little tune is over, here comes the guest."

Lan Tuo turned his head with difficulty, escaping from those brilliant golden eyes, and the little silver light contained in them would make him unstoppably obsessed.

Lan Tuo walked down step by step, quietly looking at the group of people standing under the throne.

The leader is Yan, one of the three major bishops of the church, holding a white sword in his hand, with a faint white light on the blade; followed by the twelve paladins, behind them, densely packed soldiers stretch out to the outside of the hall, The huge number of people made the scalp tingle, and it was obvious that Rose Castle was completely surrounded.

"Xiu? Aik Norman, Your Excellency the Duke of the Canglan Empire, a demon born in darkness, what you have done has offended the gods of the world. On behalf of the great god of light, we pronounce your punishment—— Yan took a step forward, and swung down the sharp sword held high in his hand. The sharp momentum seemed to be able to cut through the air, and he shouted every word: "Death penalty!"

Lan Tuo trembled slightly, and his footsteps stagnated for a moment. He couldn't help turning his head to look at Xiu, but the man didn't seem to have the slightest sense of tension, and he was still leaning there lazily.

He just sat there quietly, and there was a suffocating sense of oppression overflowing from him, spreading little by little, as if the air was frozen, no one spoke anymore, except Xiu, everyone in the hall involuntarily bent slightly His waist was bent, and his steps were so heavy that he seemed unable to take another step.

Lan Tuo watched this scene in astonishment, is this the so-called great His Highness Xiu?Even though his magic power is exhausted, he still seems to be standing on the clouds, overlooking the common people.

Lan Tuo moved slowly and walked over step by step, with his back bent, but his eyes were full of determination and cruelty without fear.Standing still in front of the high throne, he raised his head and looked up at Xiu, obviously it was only the first time, but it seemed that he had looked up like this for thousands of years.Time stagnates here, and he always gazes at Xiu's figure against the light and worships devoutly.

No, that's not what he wanted!

The emerald green eyes suddenly tightened, and the blue tone trembled slightly, as if a burst of cold air could not stop rushing up from his feet, he clenched his fists tightly, and he didn't even notice that the sharp nails were embedded in the flesh.

He closed his eyes, and saw someone standing against the light in the colorful halo, like a god; the silver hair fluttered with the wind, like the brilliance of the sun; on the wide sleeves, the dark gold patterns were complicated and mysterious The man walked over step by step, setting off the intoxicating fragrance of roses, but he could only lower his head, kneel at the man's feet, watching the man walk slowly like an ant, despair occupied his heart, and there was nothing he could do , at a loss.

How can you do this?How could you just let him go? !Lan Tuo let go of his tightly clenched fists, several small streams of blood slowly dripped down, fell on the rose petals all over the ground, merged into one, and disappeared...

Lan Tuo suddenly raised his head, staring at Xiu's lofty figure with emerald green eyes, those eyes were like unyielding pines and mountains that could almost touch the sky.

He stood upright little by little, sweat slid down the corner of his forehead, soaked along the wound on his palm, the sharp pain will be remembered forever by him, he will remember the decision he made at this moment and the posture he stood in, and he will never regret it.

His back is straight, like a javelin piercing the sky between the sky and the earth, and in the next moment he can break through the nine heavens and look down at the sky.

He slowly walked up to the high throne, and he saw that the most noble man in the world was getting closer and closer to him, but with a charming and coquettish smile, he seemed to be getting farther and farther away.

He walked to the throne with difficulty, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and his golden hair stuck to his neck, carrying some kind of ambiguous temptation.

He leaned down slightly, this action seemed to have exhausted all his strength, he stretched out his right hand to support the armrest of the throne, leaned against Xiu's ear and whispered, the voice was no longer clear and flexible, deep and hoarse, like hell's ecstasy the devil.

He chuckled and said, "Father, I won."

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