Has the Holy Son been sacked by the Devil Emperor today?

"Cecile, we are no longer from the same world, you don't have to be so persistent anymore, I will protect the God of Light for the rest of my life until the end of time."

"And you should let that poor child go. You have kept him for three years. This should be my last wish for you."

Cecil waited for three years and finally only waited for these two words from Miller. The gloomy Devil Emperor propped his forehead wearily.

He stayed under the Terran Passo Mountains for three years just to wait for Miller's response, but what he finally waited for was this.

Knowles only felt that the father in front of him had also experienced a lot of vicissitudes.

"My father must respect my father's choice. Since I have been waiting for three years, you should let it go." Knowles persuaded.

"Father, father is right. If you don't love Jianyuan's father... then let him go. He doesn't belong to the demon clan, and he has been imprisoned by you for three years. I don't think he has What am I sorry for your place."

Knowles knows that his younger brother, who is not favored and cared by his father, often goes to secretly deliver food to his father. Seeing that Jianyuan is worrying about his father every day, Knowles feels uncomfortable, and his father does not want to see him , the only father who loves him deeply is also imprisoned in a lonely palace. Such a life is not easy.

"Has it been three years?" Cecil gently pressed his forehead, "I almost forgot..."

Cecil closed his eyes, and the appearance of the man lying on the ground covered in blood suddenly broke into Cecil's mind. He was startled suddenly, his dark eyes were bottomless.

"Father, what's the matter with you?" Seeing Cecil's sudden fright, Knowles asked with concern.

"Three years ago, did I hurt him?" Cecil looked at his palm, his astonished expression seemed to be a little unbelievable, and he looked at Knowles while talking to himself.

"Father, have you forgotten? Three years ago, you got angry at Jian Yuan's father and severely injured him..."

"After that, you have been guarding your father at the foot of the Passso Mountains." Knowles said casually, he always felt that he should help the poor father of Jianyuan.

"Besides, no one has paid attention to him for the past three years. It must have been very painful in that imprisoned palace."

"Damn it!" Cecil cursed in a low voice, not sure if he was condemning his impulsiveness at that time, he really almost forgot Feng Xijue who was imprisoned!

"Father is going to meet Jianyuan's father? If you see him, let him go." Knowles continued: "Father, in fact, in your heart, you love him, but everything about him makes him go." You feel that he is not worthy of your love, and you always think that no one is worthy of your love except your father."

"But Father... If you love him, you should treat him as you love your father..."

"Enough! Enough..." Cecil stopped Knowles's next words, and he whispered: "I will go to see him."

Seeing Cecil walking out in a hurry, Knowles smiled slightly: "I hope you can figure it out, my father."

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The Devil Emperor hurried out of his bedroom, and quickly walked towards the cold and silent palace.

Seeing the direction the Devil Emperor was walking in, the attendants who came and went were all very surprised.

The dusty door was slowly pushed open by the Devil Emperor, about three years later, the moment the door was opened, all the dust on the door fell, the Devil Emperor frowned, and stepped into the palace inside.

A cool smell.

Very quiet.

Cecil felt a little uneasy and guilty for no reason, and he walked lightly towards the bed with heavy steps, because he saw the root of the chain, which was on the bed.

Layers of bed curtains blocked Cecil's view, and he stretched out his hand to push aside the heavy cover.

The soft low cough made Cecil's hand freeze in the air, he would never have imagined how much damage that beating had done to Feng Xijue's body.

The Devil Emperor frowned, and he finally pulled back the heavy bed curtain decisively, and the pair of godless crimson eyes were gradually filled with shock the moment they met his eyes.

Feng Xijue, who had been ill in bed all year round, looked pale and sick, his chapped and pale lips trembled slightly the moment he saw Cecil.

The Devil Emperor looking down on him always gave people a sense of oppression that was close to fear, and bad memories flooded into his mind again. He buried half of his face in the pillow, and his body hidden in the blanket unconsciously curled up When he got up, his scarlet eyes were full of helplessness.

Being weak, he was getting more and more afraid of the cold, so he hid under the blanket almost every day, which brought him a little bit of warmth.

"You're still alive..." Cecil spit out these words slowly, and he didn't know whether it was luck or something else in his tone.

All these years, his life has been relying on the help of Camus and Jian Yuan to survive safely, but the life of hunger and food made him look pale and sick, like a patient who has been ill for a long time.

"Feng Xijue..." Cecil sat down on the edge of the bed, stroking the man's withered blond hair, "I've been looking for Miller for so long, but in the end it was all in vain."

"He told me to let you go."

"But if you leave, I think my life will be dull."

"But, if you continue like this, you will die, right?"

"It's not so cold now, but your body is cold." Cecil gently stroked the corners of the man's fragile eyes.

"I'll let you go."

"Go far away, and don't let me see you again." Feng Xijue only felt a little terrified by the abnormally gentle Demon Emperor.

what did he say……?

His crimson eyes gradually became brighter, and he looked at the Devil Emperor, as if he was asking him to prove the truth of this sentence.

This was a response he didn't even dare to think about.

Seeing the man's unbelievable look, Cecil slightly raised the corners of his mouth, "Did you forget? Feilo used to be very gentle."

Feng Xijue opened his mouth slightly, but he couldn't make any sound. He hadn't spoken for a long time, and his hoarse and thirsty throat was very uncomfortable.

"Feng Xijue...you have to do one last thing for me, and after that, I will let you go." Cecil's gentle gaze became determined, and he said, "You know, I hate others Touch my things, so you have to swear, swear that you will not be with anyone after you leave here, and you will die alone for the rest of your life."

"If I find out, I will kill your son and me. As long as you fulfill the promise between us, I will let him have the same treatment as Norschusu."

Such a sentence once again made Feng Xijue's heart drop to the bottom, Cecil just let him leave here, but did not allow him to get anything.

It is still impossible for him and Qiongze to see each other again, right?

"I know you will agree, right? Feng Xijue, if one day you figure it out and slap yourself on the face, I will let you go. I don't want anyone to touch you again, only to destroy you." Only when I drop it and turn into an ugly monster can I feel at ease."

"So, think carefully and use this knife." Cecil's hand slowly condensed a delicate dagger, he gently grabbed the man's cold hand, and then stuffed the dagger into his hands.

Feng Xijue stared blankly at the black dagger in his hand.

"Think clearly, as long as you row down, you will become ugly and ugly, I will never want you again, but if you are willing to stay, I will treat you well for the rest of your life." Cecil quietly said Stare at the man.

How much the Devil Emperor hoped that Feng Xijue would stay by his side, but in the end he resolutely chose the irreversible path, and the sharp dagger drew deep scars on his face one after another, bloody. The wound soon turned into ugly scars covering his face.

There are seven scars in total.

Her delicate face was covered with scars, but there was no trace of sadness in those crimson eyes, they were just extremely calm.

The cold dagger fell to the ground and made a crisp sound when it hit the ground. Cecil stared blankly at the dagger, his dark pupils constricted instantly.

"Are you really...even if you don't want to stay by my side?" Cecil asked.

"I don't want to..." The hoarse and ugly voice sounded so determined.

"You go... Get out of my imperial palace! Don't let me see you again!" The chain on his ankle suddenly broke, and the devil emperor disappeared into the air at the same time.

Looking at where Cecil left, the person sitting on the bed smiled idiotically. He looked at himself in the mirror and whispered, "I can go... I can get rid of him..."

He covered his face with his hands, not knowing whether it was happiness or something else, clear tears ran across his chin and dripped onto the soft carpet.

After so many years of entanglement, it is finally time to end.

"This is the last time I'll see my master."

"He finally left the man who had trapped him for two lifetimes."

Camus couldn't tell how uncomfortable it was to watch the man leave, he only knew that his master was free.

[The author has something to say: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Feng Xijue will see Jiujiu in the next chapter! His daughter! Now she is renamed Jiujiu!]