Wearing a book, the paranoid devil is crying in my arms

Although in this place, Jun Qinghan's age is indeed more than 100 years old and almost [-] years old, but it still makes him feel uncomfortable to say it.

Seeing that he was really angry, there was a smile on the corner of Ye Ling's mouth, and although her words seemed careless, they were full of warnings.

"The demons are not in the world of comprehension, and you are not a guest. Some places are not suitable to go. If I go, I will not be polite."

This is a warning, not a joke.

Just like the incident just now, he was just teaching Jun Qinghan a lesson, he didn't know the boy's specific situation, so he knew that Ye Ling would definitely not let him go.

After Ye Ling left, Jun Qinghan looked up and found that he had been brought back to this golden room again, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

Just when she wanted to find Ye Ling to change the house, there was no one in front of her.

This vulgar taste, I don't know who is disgusting.

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In the dark small room, the boy who was originally dressed in red was imprisoned in this small room. His originally good-looking face was now pale.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately looked up and saw that Ye Ling had changed into another outfit, but her long hair was still loosely loose.

He raised his hand and tied it with a hair tie casually. The smell of blood in the room made him frown slightly, but he still walked slowly to the boy.

Looking down at him, her red eyes were cold and devoid of any emotion.

The boy struggled to move, but when he moved, he couldn't help but groan because of the severe pain.

At this moment, an iron hook was pierced through his shoulder, and the iron hook directly passed through his body and bound him through the lute bone.

His hands were also covered with iron chains, and the iron chains even grinded his wrists to the point of bleeding.

He was kneeling on the ground, his hair was disheveled, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or the original color of his red clothes.

"I'm not small in courage, who dares to use their brains?"

Ye Ling looked at him with icy eyes, completely different from when she was with Jun Qinghan just now.

At this moment, he looked more like a hell Shura, bloodthirsty and tyrannical.

He raised his hand slowly, touched the cold iron hook with his fingers, and tried again under the terrified expression of the young man, pushing the iron hook deeper into the flesh.

"I wasn't very handsome and heroic when I killed people, but now why do you kneel in front of this deity like a dog?"

Ye Ling squatted down slowly, raised her hand to lift the boy's chin, looking at his face with eyes full of disgust.

He still remembered that when he first arrived, he saw a village of demons being slaughtered. Those people were just ordinary demons with low cultivation.

Most of them are old and weak women and children, and some half-grown children.

He saw with his own eyes that the young man in front of him was wearing a fairy-like clothes, as clean as a fairy boy.

A face full of ignorance and innocence, but he can directly stab the long sword in his hand into the body of a one-year-old child without hesitation.

At that time, the child was still crying bitterly while hugging his mother's body, looking at the boy in front of him pleadingly.

He didn't know why his mother fell to the ground and couldn't move. He wanted him to tell himself why because he couldn't speak clearly as if he was asking for help.

What answered him was that this person stabbed the long sword into a child's body, and even wanted to find the core from a child.

It was also the first time he knew that a seemingly innocent boy had such a cold heart.

When Ye Ling raised his chin, ferocious hatred appeared on his originally innocent face.

Now he couldn't run away either, he was struggling to kill Ye Ling, but just as soon as he moved, the heart-pounding pain made his body go limp.

"Ye Ling, kill me if you have the ability!"

Ye Ling sneered, "No, you won't die, I won't let you die so easily."

Hearing this, he struggled to make the iron chain make harsh sounds, Ye Ling stood up and took a few steps back.

"Until now you don't know where you went wrong."

"I'm not wrong, the demons deserve to die."

Ye Ling frowned, and then relaxed his brows a little bit. These words suddenly reminded him of his past.

Those so-called righteous people also had a disgusting face. They killed their parents in front of him in the name of making a debut for the sky.

He even hung his parents on the city wall to show the public, just to let those foolish people sing praises to them.

Ye Ling felt sick just thinking about it.

He turned around and walked out of the room directly. The darkness always made him feel very depressed.

Although he always lives in darkness, he doesn't like this kind of darkness. Inexplicably, he saw Jun Qinghan as if he saw a glimmer of light.

After thinking about it, he hooked the corner of his mouth ironically.

After he walked out of the house, the Mozu people who were waiting outside immediately stepped forward.

"Don't let him die."

As long as they don't die, it's up to them how to torture them.

Ye Ling left the demon clan, he was really curious, he arrested the elder of Yun Qingzong, and there was no movement outside?

And Jun Qinghan walked back and forth in the room several times, looking at the bright tables, chairs and benches, he felt awkward no matter what, and even felt that his eyes were going to be stabbed blind.

He couldn't help being anxious, he was taken away by Ye Ling, and there was no news for so long.

The kid Qi Zexi didn't know how anxious he was, and he had no way to leave the devil world.

Jun Qinghan could also probably feel that although the golden house was vulgar, it saved him from the pain of being invaded by the devil's energy because of the formation.

No need to think about this formation, it must be Ye Ling's handwriting.

He looked at the gray sky outside the window with no sunlight coming in, and the door was pushed open.

A boy with the height of a seven or eight-year-old boy with fiery red hair placed cakes and tea on the table.

Even the tray was golden, he put down his things and was about to leave, but Jun Qinghan held him back.

"Your sky has always been like this?"

The boy gave him a blank look, then shook his head. He opened his mouth and spoke in a jerky voice, as if he was not used to communicating in human language.

"No, not before."

Jun Qinghan frowned, "What was it like before?"

The boy pondered for a while before speaking, "That was a long time ago. Originally, the demons and the gods could coexist peacefully. Later, I don't know why there was a war between gods and demons."

The boy paused for a moment, as if trying to organize his words, and then continued.

"The gods of the gods fell, and they were inseparable from the demons. The demons were punished in this kind of place, which is the exile and punishment of the gods."

Jun Qinghan: "..." The exile and punishment of the Protoss?

At the beginning, the gods of the gods fell?Jun Qinghan didn't speak, the boy saw that he had nothing to ask, turned and left.

I don't know why the direction of this book is gradually going wrong. Originally, it didn't involve anything about the gods and demons.

Vaguely, he always felt that the protoss had something to do with him.