The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

Inside the float, behind the curtain, there was a man half leaning and half lying.

A huge luminous pearl hangs on each of the four corners of the car, fully showing the details of the interior of the car.

On the soft couch painted with gold and colors, the man was wearing a deep red brocade robe, with blooming lotus flowers embroidered with silk threads of the same color, and the lotus stamens were inlaid with clear glass beads.

The corners of the robe with wide sleeves hang down to the ground, it is really beautiful and luxurious, but also ethereal and elegant.

The man's eyes were slightly closed, and the black curled eyelashes cast a row of thin shadows under the eyelids.The black and smooth hair was neatly pulled into a crown of flying birds.On Ruyu's forehead, there is a gorgeous demon pattern, which is breathtaking.

The tails of his long eyes are slightly raised, like a swallow flying across the clouds and water, drawing a strong arc.

The sound of "Sifeng" made him open his eyes suddenly, almost subconsciously he was about to lift the curtain to find out.

However, as soon as his fingertips touched the hanging embroidered curtain, he clenched his fingers tightly into fists and retracted them bit by bit with great difficulty.

Instead, he covered his chest and pressed hard on his beating heart.It seems that only in this way can the sharp pain that suddenly arises there be relieved.

He only felt that his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear everything around him clearly.Only those mournful calls, like thin needles, pierced into the ears, pierced into the heart finely.

She is coming!

She finally found it here!

Si Feng pinched his chest tightly, not knowing whether it was sadness or joy, pain or injury?

I just felt that my whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and my blood seemed to be scorching hot from the extreme cold.It seemed to be hot to the extreme and turned into ice cold.

His knuckles were so hard that they turned pale, and even his lips lost their color.

She is the poppy in his blood, the poison in his body.

Loving her has become his instinct, and he can't quit it in this lifetime.

He was in the car, fighting with himself the most painful and difficult fight in his life.

The game between reason and emotion was so intense that he couldn't help the sweetness in his throat, and hurriedly covered his lips with his sleeve.

When I passed it to my eyes for a closer look, I found that the sleeves were wet.The mixture of red and red is a deep dark color, and the pungent smell of blood makes Sifeng extremely bitter.

Chu Xuanji, you are always so indifferent.When I finally got used to not chasing after your footsteps and wanted to live a peaceful life, you broke in like this again, stirring up huge waves and swallowing me up again.

His fingers inadvertently touched the wound under his clothes. Although the sword had healed, his skin was still bloody and bloody, and he felt a dull pain all the time.Reminding him how heartless and heartless the woman he loved the most was that day.

Ding Kun pierced through there with a sword, which was only a tiny bit away from the heart.If Lize Palace had not had the best healing medicine in the world, he might have died, right?

Si Feng clenched his fists with difficulty, and managed to control himself from stretching out his hand to lift the car curtain, to take a look at the person who had been thinking about him day and night.

The master is right, the word love is sad and life-threatening.He never wants to touch it again in this life.

To Si Feng, this kind of psychological struggle seemed to have trekked through thousands of mountains and rivers, exhausting all his strength.

For outsiders, it is just a short moment.

Xuanji watched as the golden float floated by, getting farther and farther away from her, but the people in the car didn't have the slightest intention to pay attention to her.

In a hurry, she rushed over and reached out to grab the shaft of the car: "Sifeng, Sifeng, talk to me, I know you're inside..."

A big knife with a cold light slashed towards her wrist.A mighty and tall demon general in black armor yelled angrily: "Where did this little demon come from? How dare you act so boldly and offend your majesty! Someone, drag her down, put her in a dungeon, and interrogate her carefully!"

A group of demon soldiers agreed and surrounded Xuanji.

"Sifeng, Sifeng..."

Xuanji couldn't dodge in time, and a deep bloody gash was cut on her wrist by the big knife.However, what hurts more than the wound is her heart: "Sifeng, Sifeng...do you want me? I was wrong, I know I was wrong... please forgive me, please...Sifeng, Sifeng !"

She wept uncontrollably, struggling to get rid of the shackles of the demon soldiers, trying to chase the car that was about to disappear from sight.

More monster soldiers rushed up, and countless sharp blades pointed at Xuanji.

In Xuanji's blurry tears, the car turned a corner and finally disappeared.

"Sifeng..." Her eyes darkened and she fainted to the ground.

August was so stupid that she knelt there motionless until Xuanji was escorted away and all the monsters dispersed in twos and threes, then she howled with a "wow" and stumbled home.

The car drove to the winding staircase and stopped, there were already sixteen little demons waiting there, carrying a big sedan chair with phoenix beads in its four corners.

Si Feng bent down and stepped out of the car, and immediately several little monsters knelt on the ground, kneeling evenly, waiting humbly for Si Feng to step on their backs to get into the sedan chair.

Si Feng frowned slightly: "Ci Lan, how many times have I told you, don't talk about these useless ostentations in the future."

Just now, the demon general who chopped Xuanji with a knife got off his horse, bowed his hands to Sifeng, and then said in a low voice: "These rules were set by the old demon king when he was alive. Even if you want to change, my lord, you have to take your time, right?"

Si Feng lowered his eyes and said nothing, stretched out his foot to step on the little demon's back, walked a few steps and suddenly stopped, as if he wanted to turn around to take a look.I struggled hard again, not to look back at that one by myself.

Ci Lan asked with concern: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?"

Si Feng curled his lips into a wry smile: "It's nothing."

Now that you have decided to let go, why bother to turn back and cause trouble?

He straightened his back, stepped into the sedan chair step by step, and sat down firmly without a trace of dust on his feet.

Just like his heart, he no longer wants to be contaminated with a little bit of worldly affairs.

In the majestic and luxurious palace, all the courtiers and subordinates who came to welcome the demon king were kneeling.

Si Feng stepped on the thick red carpet, walked through the kneeling crowd, and sat down in front of the highest throne.

The handsome young man who was as gentle as jade, as clear as the wind, and as tall as a bamboo orchid in the past, no longer exists, only this high and mighty king remains.

He looked down on the common people, looked down on the noble.I will never make people feel like a spring breeze again, and I will never smile gently at people again.There was only indifference and alienation in those eyes that were as bright as glazed glass.

And the long end of the eyes, because it turned into a demon body, outlines two extremely beautiful arcs, and the corners of the eyes have a faint peach color.

It also made his demeanor appear monstrous and cold, charming and cold.

Some of the banshees kneeling below couldn't help swallowing, looking at Si Feng with salivating eyes.

They have always known that their own monarch has a magnificent appearance, which is hard to find in the world.But I didn't expect that after going out hunting for a while, it seemed a little more beautiful than before.