When the devil

He didn't want to hold such memories in his mind either.

But Gu Xiao wanted to use this to torture him.

—that was what happened when he was imprisoned in the palace.

Gu Xuancheng's subordinates tried their best to save him, but in the end they were seen through by Gu Xiao, and those who rescued him also died tragically from this torture called lighting the sky lanterns.

On that day, the imperial city, Wannian Hall.

It rained all night in the city, and there was a smell of blood and flesh.

On the bare altar, there were four shelves standing upright, which had been drenched in the rain overnight, scorched and damp.

There was something sticky on it, and she couldn't see clearly for a long time. Wei Ling only felt that her eyelids were extremely heavy, and the scenery in front of her was still before dawn.

The screams, the flames, the despair on the verge of collapse, those people were put into sacks, soaked in lamp oil, and hung on the shelf, the pungent smell diffused into the empty hall, his memory stopped there, only the humming in his ears ring.

A long time passed, and he was a little scared, fearing that he would never wake up again from this nightmare. He came back to his senses a few times in the middle, but once he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he was dragged down again by the muddled fear.

"If you're tired, go rest on the bed."

Someone next to him was talking to him.

But he was covered in cold sweat and couldn't exert any strength.

The white robe was scattered in the center of the hall. He was kneeling on the ground, his black hair hanging down his cheeks. His appearance was extremely beautiful, but he looked pale and dry. The light of the dark sky sank in his eyes, which was so scattered that he couldn't blend in at all. color.

"I will accompany you."

The man continued.

He was sitting on the chair next to him, lazy and majestic, and his royal robe was the brightest color in this hall.

The long silence turned into a silent chill that spread to the whole body.

"Are you still trying to escape?"

The voice has become impatient.

Wei Ling closed her eyes and choked her throat: "Where am I... going to escape?"

He only said a few words softly, but this action was enough for him to distinguish between dreams and reality. Those people who were burned to death appeared alive before his eyes yesterday, and they were the only ones in this endless loneliness and captivity. accompany.He couldn't control his mind, and the faces kept appearing, and then the spasm and tingling rolled from his stomach, rushing up his throat in an instant, forcing him to bend over and retch.

The man watched everything indifferently, but his voice was a little gentler than before: "Rest, I've been looking at this charred corpse for three hours, and I'm tired." He patted the table next to him: "Come on, move away, a speck of dust Don't stay here."

"Yes." The guards waiting outside the hall moved and quickly removed all the shelves on the altar.

Wei Ling turned his head slightly, his hair was covered with cold sweat, and it meandered past his icy pupils.

"Gu Xiao." He moved his pale lips, his voice hoarse: "You are really disgusting."

The man closed his eyes abruptly, and when he opened them again, there were only bursts of sneering in his eyes.

"Really? That will really wrong you to continue to be disgusted." He paused every word: "Even if you die here, rot here, and turn into a ghost of the dead, don't think of this Wannian Temple."

After speaking, he stood up with a flick of his sleeves, walked past Wei Ling, and stepped out of the threshold of the hall.

The sky was gray and rainy.

He stopped for a while in a place where the moisture could not be soaked, and finally sighed and walked away.

-

To this day, Wei Ling still clearly remembers Gu Xiao's expression at that time.

He was always so calm, so cruel.

He has no heart.

He is an evil spirit living in the world.

Perhaps, the news of his reappearance has already spread, and it is only a matter of time before Gu Xiao learns about it.

If there is such a day.

If there is such a day...

"Da Yao Xia, you said that you are a majestic ancient beast, going to heaven and earth is a piece of cake for you?" Wei Ling suddenly said, interrupting the past events that came to mind.A good celebration, but it reminded him of those uncomfortable past.

Xia Zhou was neither surprised nor happy: "The fairy actually praised me, and the little demon was flattered. Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

There was a faint look of anticipation in Wei Ling's eyes: "Changing a pot of wine to show me?"

Xia Zhou snorted, as if saying it was a piece of cake, he reached out and waved his hand into the air, surrounded by black smoke, and a jug of wine landed firmly on his hand.

Wei Ling was surprised: "Can it really change?"

Xia Zhou opened the wine for him and handed it to him: "This is no ordinary wine."

Wei Ling hurried up to his nose to smell it. It was indeed not as spicy as ordinary wine. There was a very strong mellow aroma in the wine pot, as if those ethereal scents had been ground into a sauce, and the sweetness was oozing with richness. Aftertaste.

Xia Zhou said: "This is the wine from Yaoyu, called Shiyuhong."

Wei Ling listened carefully, with stars shining in her eyes.He can only show such genuine joy when holding the wine.

He asked: "Yaoyu also drinks?"

"Drink, of course. The variety is not less than yours. If you have a chance in the future, you will go to the Demon Realm for a visit. It will be an eye-opener." Xia Zhou conjured up another thing. This time it was Wei Ling's favorite folding fan. I don't know. When Xia Zhou took it away, it happened that the atmosphere was good today and the scenery was beautiful, so he pretended to fan the wind with the folding fan.

Holding the wine, Wei Ling hesitated for a while: "Can people drink the wine from Yaoyu?"

Xia Zhou laughed: "Try it."

Wei Ling has never touched anything from Yaoyu. In his heart, monsters are evil spirits, and Yaoyu is the home of evil spirits. Even if it is wine, it should be dark black or dark purple, and it can still bubble ferociously when placed in a pot. scene.But imagination is imagination, the so-called seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, Wei Ling couldn't put it down because of the pot of wine in front of him.What's more, after Xia Zhou said so, he was full of interest, and mustered up the courage to take a sip of the wine, and it really smelled like its fragrance, a sticky honey sweetness penetrated into the thick, sweet, mellow and delicious.

"It's delicious." Wei Ling reluctantly retracted her little tongue, and lightly licked the nectar on the rim of the jug.

He silently remembered the name Shi Yuhong in his heart.

Xia Zhou saw that he looked like a kitten licking and drinking, his heart was moved, and he said along the way: "Every hundred years, there will be a red rain in the Yaoyu, and it is brewed with that rainwater. The moon lake is full of flowers and honey. The thousand-year soul lotus of rebirth, leaving the guts of the koi in Wangchuan, peeling off the blood and tears of the tortoise, taking only one from the place where the sea star fell, and putting it in the Yongye Spring for 3000 years—this is a rare brew.”

Wei Ling almost choked on the wine: "Master Zhu Wu actually gave me such a precious wine? I can't afford the money!"

Seeing that he was so frightened, he even yelled the words Master Zhuo.

Xia Zhou leaned lazily on the top of the tower, crossed his legs, and stretched his body: "I am at the level of a demon king, and most of them are rare wines offered by other monsters, but this wine is very strong and has a strong stamina, so take it easy. "

Wei Ling was curious: "There are also princes and generals in your demon realm?"

Xia Zhou smiled happily: "No, little monsters love to find big monsters to attach themselves to, so they can be regarded as kings." After speaking, he thought of something again: "However, Chaos likes to be king in the monster domain, and even built a city. "

"Chaos, one of the Four Great Beasts?"

"Well, no matter how high the city's repair is, food is food, and I beat you all over the place." Xia Zhou spoke with conviction and confidence.

"Haha." Wei Ling couldn't help laughing, and continued to drink after laughing. For some reason, every time he heard Xia Zhou's story about monsters, it made him feel inexplicably funny.

He thought that a demon is a demon, and the demon's nature is to eat people constantly. If he eats too much, he is an evil demon, and if he eats less, he is a good demon.

Now it sounds like he is ignorant.

Xia Zhou heard him laugh, and started to stare at him uncontrollably. Wei Ling drank a lot of wine for himself. His neck was white and thin, and was partially covered by his long hair, but he couldn't hide the attractive arc. And Wei Ling was so absorbed in drinking the wine that he didn't notice Xia Zhou's scorching gaze.

Perhaps it was on a whim, he pursed the mellow fragrance on his lips, and said with fascination: "I really want to go to Yaoyu if I have the chance."

Hearing what he said, Xia Zhou was dazed for a moment, seeing Wei Ling holding the flagon in his arms, his eyes were full of lights in the city, and after a while, Wei Ling finally realized that Xia Zhou was looking at him, her soft eyelashes gently Covering his eyes, he looked at Xia Zhou in some confusion.

He is close at hand, like a soft light.

Xia Zhou approached him resolutely, and before he recovered, he ran his fingertips through his moist black hair, blocking his retreat.

"...?"

Caught off guard, his lips were blocked by Xia Zhou.

Wei Ling's black eyes widened unbelievably, the words he wanted to say were entangled by the tip of his tongue, Xia Zhou roughly grabbed his provocative neck, preventing him from escaping, There was a burst of confusion, the wine jar in his hand was overturned, he was pushed down by Xia Zhou, and the kiss became deeper and deeper.

The autumn wind is slightly cold, blowing away the dim lights in the world.

The aroma of the wine was unrestrained and heavy, and Wei Ling thought that she must be drunk, so she indulged like this, letting the evil spirits invade, letting herself be willing to sink.

Xia Zhou's monstrous aura spread from his lips so strongly, what was amazing was that he didn't feel scared or resisted.

He went further and further away, and never thought of turning back, but he was unwilling to admit it, to be attached, to follow the crowd——

As the kiss was about to end, Wei Ling pushed Xia Zhou's shoulder, pushing some distance away.

There was a silver thread hanging between the evil demon's lips, and she naughtily licked it away with her tongue.

"This is the money for the wine." With a low voice, he gently stroked the side of Wei Ling's face.

Wei Ling was a little deprived of oxygen from the kiss, his eyes were slightly dazed and confused, and he couldn't feel better for a while.

"Don't be in a daze, be careful I will eat you up."

Xia Zhou wiped off the moisture from the corners of his lips, and stood up, those evil eyes that could never fade away seemed to be covered with a thin layer of mist, covering up all the emotions.

"You..." Wei Ling wiped the place where Xia Zhou touched, and finally frowned.

Xia Zhou hurriedly took a step back, showing a leisurely smile.

In the next moment, his figure slowly melted into the smoke and dust, and was blown away by the wind, disappearing without a trace.

That night, Liuli City stayed awake all night.

It seems that all living beings belong to the group of lights, and it seems that the dust of the years has settled.

Fate to meet, fate to gather and disperse.

The world is nostalgic, but the world doesn't know it.

When a flash of fireworks rises into the sky, they are as gorgeous as light rain, fluttering one after another.

Or in the streets of the city, Anu chased the sky and cheered, Mochi followed her, and was also shocked by the beautiful scenery.

Or on Liuli Mountain, Cang Lin stops in front of the empty Tianyu Hall, looking back at the fireworks blooming in the sky that day.

Or outside Liuli City, Cheng Yingjie was leading the officers and men galloping on horseback, their dignified expressions illuminated by the flickering light of the fire.

Or in the corner of the pavilion, Shen Feihuan put the flute between his lips and played music that no one was listening to, like fireworks in this world, which had nothing to do with him.

Xia Zhou landed outside the gate of Shuiyue Pavilion, watching those tireless mortals having fun lighting a fire in the courtyard, he walked in, but saw a person by the gate, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

And Wei Ling stayed on the high place alone, drinking what was left of the wine silently.