What if Kuai Chuan's Old Attack is an NPC?

People in the Demon Realm ruled the Three Realms, and the people in the world were in dire straits, their lives were in dire straits, the Demon Realm acted recklessly and regarded human life as worthless.

Mu Hongjue is just an undead man with no mana or godhead, he can't do anything, except let Xiao Chuyun vent his anger, he can't do anything.

"His Royal Highness... are you awake?"

Dazed Xiao Ling felt someone put clothes on her in her sleep, and woke up in a daze to see Mu Hongjue, who was supposed to be lying peacefully on the bed, disappeared without a trace.

When he was flustered, he stood up and saw that Mu Hongjue was standing by the window not far away, holding the window frame as if he was talking about something.

Xiao Ling didn't hear clearly, grabbed the prince's robe that Mu Hongjue put on for himself, walked behind Mu Hongjue, and asked in surprise.

The title of His Royal Highness is too unfamiliar to Mu Hongjue, he has not heard anyone call him that for a long time.

"His Royal Highness...you are finally awake." Seeing Mu Hongjue's slightly stiff voice and slightly sideways face, Xiao Ling was so excited that he was about to cry.

Prince, if you don't wake up again, I will really stay in the fairy world until you come back alive!

I was almost laughed to death by the little sisters and fairies around me!

When it was said that the two realms were married, everyone envied that Xiao Ling could marry the prince of the fairy realm, become the crown prince and concubine of the fairy realm, and become Mu Hongjue's main concubine.

But who the hell would have thought that within seven days of getting married, Mu Hongjue was seriously injured by Li Han, the former Demon Lord of the Demon Realm, and died of coma.

This lying down has lasted for more than 100 years. If he was not from the Demon Race, Xiao Ling would almost feel that he was about to become a yellow-faced woman.

"You... calling me?"

Xiao Ling repeated it twice before Mu Hongjue turned around in disbelief and slightly shocked to look at Xiao Ling, and asked hesitantly.

Xiao Ling touched Mu Hongjue's forehead in a funny way, and Mu Hongjue took a step back subconsciously.

Xiao Ling smiled and said: "Yes, Prince, I'm afraid you've slept for too long and you've become confused."

"No..." Mu Hongjue dodged subconsciously, his eyes frantically glanced around, and landed on Xiao Ling's prince's robe.

Under the cold moonlight, the golden dragon dark patterns embroidered with gold threads shone with dazzling light that attracted attention.

Mu Hongjue's consciousness suddenly became a little confused, and a needle-like pain emerged in his mind.

"My head hurts..."

Mu Hongjue stared at the moonlight prince's robe, and his memory began to become confused. While dizzy, he looked at the huge spiritual tree in the yard through the window casement.

"It's all fake, it's all fake..."

Mu Hongjue told himself over and over again that Xiao Quyun had used such methods to humiliate him before, and Mu Hongjue told himself: "These are all fake, all illusory, all illusory. is fake!"

Xiao Le's death appeared in Mu Hongjue's mind again, yes, it's not that Xiao Quyun has never used such a method before.

In the delusional scene, Xiao Le still called himself His Royal Highness as gently as before, but these were all fake.

Xiao Le died, Xiao Le died long ago, Xiao Le died long ago to protect me!

"His Royal Highness? What's wrong with you, Prince? What's a fake?"

Xiao Ling looked at Mu Hongjue who was a bit crazy, and couldn't figure out his mind for a while, and didn't dare to provoke Mu Hongjue anymore.

Xiao Ling had no choice but to quietly leave the bedroom of the Prince's Palace to find Xiao Le, who was changing shifts. When Xiao Le heard the news of Mu Hongjue's awakening, she was so anxious that she didn't even put on her shoes, and ran to Mu Hongjue with bare feet on the cold palace bricks. The prince's bedroom.

"Prince!" Xiao Le walked in with her skirt up, Mu Hongjue heard Xiao Le's very familiar voice, covered her ears and opened her eyes in disbelief, looking at Xiao Le who ran in barefoot.

"Xiao Le..."

The moment Mu Hongjue saw Xiao Le, tears began to flow uncontrollably from his eyes.

Mu Hongjue stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch Xiao Le's face, but withdrew his hand just as he was about to touch Xiao Le's face.

"No, no! It's all fake, it's all his illusions, it's all fake."

"Xiao Le is gone, it's all fake, it's all fake!"

Originally, Xiao Le, who knew that Mu Hongjue had woken up, was overjoyed. Looking at Mu Hongjue who looked like a madman in front of him, she stopped in her tracks and frowned.

Xiao Ling stood behind him for a while and didn't know how to explain Mu Hongjue's current situation to Xiao Le, so he just patted Xiao Le on the shoulder: "Let the prince take it easy, after all, time has passed so long, There is no rush."

Xiao Le didn't say a word, covered his face with his hands without saying a word, and squatted down on the spot.

Xiao Ling looked at Xiao Le whose shoulders shrugged, she knew that Xiao Le was crying.

Mu Hongjue fainted again, Xiao Le and Xiao Ling didn't dare to say anything.

Fearing that it would take a long time for Mu Hongjue to wake up after fainting this time, he dared not report to the concubine Tiandi and quietly concealed the report.

Now the relationship between the fairy and demon realms is already tense. The current Demon Lord asked himself to be punished in the South China Sea Purgatory after cutting out his heart, and he was willing to come out only after Mu Hongjue woke up. He was punishing himself and pleading guilty.

The life in the Prince's Palace returned to the same as before, Xiao Le was the only one who took care of Mu Hongjue every day, and Xiao Ling would take care of Xiao Le for a while from time to time.

But usually the time will not be too long, Xiao Le is really worried.

She thought about watching by herself, she wanted to stay by Mu Hongjue's side until Mu Hongjue woke up.

Even if it is the next hundred years, even if it is the next dozens of hundred years, she is willing to wait, she is willing.

Xiao Ling couldn't help it, Xiao Le and Mu Hongjue's stubbornness was obvious, so he had to follow Xiao Le's wish and let Xiao Le wait on Mu Hongjue's bedside.

Fortunately, this time, there was no need to wait until the next hundred years. In less than a hundred days, Du Yunian woke up.

"Hiss—headache."

Du Yunian, who woke up leisurely, moved his fingers, his head felt dizzy and aching, and the place where his chest was pierced by the arrow of his Sui Yujian was also throbbing pain.

What a shame... Du Qinian thought.

Du Kunian looked at Xiao Le who was sleeping on the side of the collapsed bed, and reached out his hand to touch Xiao Le's head helplessly.

"What a stubborn girl, the dark circles under her eyes are almost falling to the ground, and she is still guarding here."

The wind was whistling outside the window, and Du Quinian knew without looking that it was winter.

"Xiao Le, thank you for your hard work."

Du Yunian played tricks, he couldn't sleep and deliberately kept Xiao Le from sleeping, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched Xiao Le's nose, his black eyes were full of bad intentions.