Demon Emperor's Young Demon Queen

Wen Li's long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, with an unconcealable exhaustion in them, but the tenderness they looked at him couldn't be hidden.

At that time, Song Yexi smiled, with a frivolous smile that he had never had before. Wen Li looked at the young man in front of him with a frivolous smile. His clothes were covered with dirty blood stains, and the paper man seemed to be blown by the wind. gone.

The young man was different from what he remembered. The young man who confused his emotions and severed his six desires seemed to understand now, his eyes were no longer empty, and the thing Wen Li feared most finally came.

Wen Li has a wish, he wants to accompany him through thousands of mountains and rivers, and spend this life leisurely, that's all.

Wen Li saw a very shallow wound on his face, and the blood oozing from the wound turned dark red. When he reached out to touch it, Song Yexi subconsciously took a step back to avoid it.

Song Yexi stopped laughing, but looked at Wen Li in confusion and asked, "Who the hell are you?"

Wen Li patted his head as usual, and smiled slightly: "Your master, Wen Li."

But this is too unusual, Wen Li has the exact same face as that person, but also has a completely different temperament from that person, the cold temperament has faded, and the majestic style has also faded, and the gentleness is superfluous.

Song Yexi walked towards him step by step, caressing Wen Li's face lightly, really, she really thought it was him who came.

"I thought……"

Wen Li said: "I am not."

His hands were on his hands, Song Yexi's eyes were as calm as water, unmoved, the current Song Yexi was no longer the boy who was only sixteen years old.

The disciples of the two sects of Xuan Dao are all watching here. Wen Li, who was famous all over the world, has such a relationship with a disciple at this moment at this moment, which makes Gui Yan feel ashamed. Even if Wen Li is no longer a member of the Xuan sect, this time This move still aroused Gui Yan's anger.

"Wen Li! You have left the Xuanmen, and I will no longer interfere with your affairs, but if you insist on protecting your evil disciples, you will be an enemy of the second sect of Xuandao!" Gui Yan said.

The only point is that it has been decided long ago. He was for him in the first half of his life, so how could he easily abandon him in the future.

Thousands of swords from the Xuandao sect were about to kill them. Although Song Yexi recovered her demon body, her body was oppressed by the cold air, and she still couldn't recover her spiritual power.

A flash of white light and cold blades flashed, and those people attacked them from all directions with swords. Sect Leader Gui Yan drew out his sword and stabbed at Song Yexi. Wen Li wanted to stop Sect Leader Gui Yan, but accidentally pulled it away. The internal injury made his movements slow down, and he didn't have time to call Song Yexi to stop.

Wen Li blocked a blow for Song Yexi, and was seriously injured by Gui Yan's sword.

Wen Li's situation is no better than his. He has already lost most of his internal strength, and lost his spiritual energy when he took blood to refine medicine. After all, Wen Li is a mortal.

"Ahem..." Wen Li suddenly clutched his chest, the hem of his clothes was stained red by the blood he coughed up, like a red plum blooming in the snow, when he looked up, he saw Song Yexi standing there in a daze.

"You, are you okay..."

Song Yexi's voice was unexpectedly calm, he supported the seriously injured Wen Li, and wiped off the blood stains at the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, every movement he made was trembling.

A dense layer of sweat oozed from Wen Li's forehead, his face was bloodless, his lips were as pale as a piece of white paper, Song Yexi looked at him, and the string in his heart was completely broken.

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine." Wen Li said while holding his frightened cold hand.

"Although I know that you kept ascending the magic path in order to live, but if you climb up recklessly, once you fall from the top, you will only fall to pieces. I don't know how to protect your future path, I just want to protect you. You are a moment."

Song Yexi said a little irritably, "Don't talk."

A little blood was already dripping from the corner of Wen Li's mouth, Song Yexi quickly pressed his wound, but the blood still flowed down his fingers drop by drop.

Song Yexi looked at his injury, but Song Yexi smiled.

Life is suffering, he doesn't want to take it all, Song Yexi smiled and finally couldn't laugh, his life and death were too easy, as if he had no contact with anyone, and his life was too unreal.

But only Wen Li gave him this connection.

Reincarnation in one life, good cause and effect, and return to the demon body.

Song Yexi never thought that he would have a clear sense of consciousness when he was about to lose Wen Li.

There is no movement around, the silence is deep, only the surrounding flowers are competing to bloom, one after another, so charming and enchanting, full of fragrance,

In addition to the fragrance of flowers, there was another kind of fragrance in the air. The bright red clothes fluttered slightly in the air. The wind was full of fragrance of flowers, and the breeze surrounded them.

Like a god descending, untouched by the worldly world, elegant and free hair, eyebrows and eyes like ink paintings, his appearance is beautiful, but it is not feminine like a woman, nor handsome like a man, it is between the two.

Everyone in the second sect of Xuan Dao saw with their own eyes that after a gust of wind, Song Yexi disappeared and was replaced by a handsome young man in red.

That person was like a fairy from the gods, but he held Wen Li who had fallen to the ground tightly in his arms. Some people looked familiar, but someone called out Song Yexi, and everyone was shocked.

But at this time Wen Li could no longer see Song Yexi's adult appearance, Song Yexi stared at him blankly, as if shrouded in a thick gray fog.

Only the voice in his head kept reminding him: Master, he can no longer hold him, and the person who loved him the most is gone.

16 years in the human world is too short for Yao, but too long for love.

He likes Wen Li, it should be the kind of liking of a lover, the most vulgar kind of liking in life's lust.

There are eight hardships in life, and the most feared is nothing more than not being able to ask for it, and being separated from love.

In Wenli, it is impossible to ask for it, and in Song Yexi, it is love to leave.

He doesn't know how to live, why he always loses if he doesn't move...

It is precisely because I don't understand that I lose it again and again.

Wen Li's body fell into ice-cold, which marked the end of Song Yexi's life in the world and in this darkness, Song Yexi suddenly realized how small and helpless she was.

Song Yexi never regretted it, but looking back, there was no one behind her, and her heart was still cold.

In an instant, the clouds were overcast, thunder followed one after another, lightning flashed in the sky, and the wind was blowing vigorously. The violent wind was like a sword, making people frightened.

Lightning flashes and thunder sounds like a breach in the Milky Way, the strong wind rolls around the dark clouds, and the lightning flashes like a giant python leaping over the clouds.

He hugged Wen Li tightly, and buried his face in Wen Li's neck. The most familiar breath that once warmed him was difficult to understand, but now he was crying like an ignorant child.

"Master, don't leave me alone, don't leave me alone!"