God has some double standards

This time, he had been bedridden for half a month before he fully healed the trauma.

It's just that he had a fever, he had a fever, he had a fever again, and he had a fever again, and it didn't completely subside until the end of the spring of the next year.

The strong body and bones that have been cultivated for three to five years have plummeted like this.

Yaoyao became a sick child.

"Princess, the prince is outside..." the maid who was accompanying her whispered, and cast a cautious glance at Yaoyao.

There was no answer, and the maid didn't dare to speak any more, and just stood aside anxiously.

After a long time, Yaoyao pushed open a gap in the window and looked out.

Achille was dressed in thin clothes, standing in the courtyard with slight drizzle. The waist-length tree they planted after the Northern Expedition a few years ago had grown taller than Achille.

As if feeling the distant sight, Achille cast his eyes on the small window slit.He opened his mouth and shouted silently: "Yaoyao."

Yaoyao didn't avoid Achille's gaze, nor did he close the window. He looked outside and saw the trembling and kneeling guard behind Achille.

He thought of the scene when Achille executed all the attendants around him when he just woke up in winter, and his forehead was stabbed sharply.

He staggered two steps, hit the corner of the table, and stood on the edge of the table hastily.

"Princess!" The maid rushed up in horror and grabbed his arm.

The teacup on the table was knocked off, and with a "bang", the room fell to its knees.

"Yaoyao!" Achille rushed in quickly, threw away the maid, and hugged Yaoyao onto the bed.

The maid was staggered and fell to the ground, a piece of porcelain pierced her palm, and a small amount of blood flowed out.

The bloody smell rushed straight into Yaoyao's nose, evoking unbearable memories of bloody and broken flesh in winter, his stomach suddenly rolled, he lay on the side of the bed, his eyes were red from vomiting.

The maid's face turned pale.

Achille roared: "Get out! Don't get out!"

The maid didn't even care to stand up, she fell on the ground and crawled away.

Fortunately, most of the goblins were quite discerning and did things neatly. They cleaned up the broken porcelain and blood on the ground.

A cup of hot tea was also handed to Achille respectfully.

"Yaoyao." Archile followed Yaoyao's back with one hand, and firmly brought the teacup to his lips with the other, regardless of the dirt all over his body, "Come on, rustle."

Yaoyao didn't drink any water. He held Achille's wrist and raised his eyes full of mist: "Don't kill her."

Achille, who was peeped into his mind, stiffened his hand holding the teacup, and said smoothly, "Okay."

"Achille." Yaoyao closed her eyes, her pale face was covered with winter shadows that even the spring breeze couldn't blow away, "Achille, don't kill her. Don't..."

Achille gritted his teeth, his face was horrifying: "Shut your mouth first."

Yaoyao shook, lowered his head, took a mouthful of water slowly, and spat it out into the basin brought by the maid beside him.

Achille covered him with a quilt and was about to go outside.

"Achille." Yaoyao half supported his body and grabbed his sleeve, "Let her go, can't you?"

"Yaoyao, you're tired." Achille pulled his sleeves out of his hand, "Have a good sleep, and when you wake up, everything will be fine."

Achille strode out of the courtyard, not knowing where to go.

Yaoyao closed his eyes tiredly, lay on his back, and gave a wry smile.

A group of tears flowed out, soaking the pillow towel.

Yaoyao fell asleep, and he had a dream.

In the dream, there were bloody corpses stacked one on top of the other, and the blood dripped all over the ground, directly soaking the soles of his feet.

The soles of his feet were hot as if they had been scorched by fire, Yao Yao lowered his head to look.When he looked up again, those corpses suddenly disappeared.He turned his head stiffly as if feeling something, and they were all staring at him, making him shiver all over.

Yaoyao ran away in a panic and lost a shoe.

But the corpse behind him still followed him unhurriedly, as if there had never been a slight distance between them.

It was maddening.

This escape seemed endless.

Until he crashed into the arms of a demon.

That's Archle.

He looked up at Achille, and before he could speak, Achile stuffed the dagger into his hand, held his hand, and stabbed himself again and again.

Blood spattered Yaoyao's face.

His stomach convulsed and ached.

"Yaoyao, forgive me. I'm sorry, Yaoyao, I only have you. I can't live without you." Achille said.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and knelt down on the ground clutching his violently convulsing stomach, retching again and again.

"Yaoyao. Yaoyao." Achile called him one after another, wiping his sweaty hair with a gentle, patient and meticulous look, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here."

Yaoyao opened his eyes dimly, and saw that a lamp was like a bean, reflecting a square inch of light, and the rest was all darkness.

Do not see its appearance, see the darkness of its form.

He couldn't help wondering if it was a mistake for him to survive.

"Achille." He shouted hoarsely.

"Yaoyao?" Achille pressed his lips to his forehead, slightly soothing.

"If I'm fine, safe and secure, safe and sound." Yaoyao's eyes filled with expectations that he didn't even know, "Can you stop killing people?"

Achile clenched his hands supporting the bed, his tendons bulged, but unfortunately he couldn't see it from afar.

He was silent for a long time, and replied as if he had compromised: "Okay. As long as you are well, I will not kill any living beings."

Yaoyao raised his face and finally showed his first smile in the past few months.

Achille looked down at him, let go of the tightly clenched hand, straightened his hair that was close to his eyelids, and asked hoarsely, "Is that so happy?"

"Yeah." Yaoyao replied, "Happy."

Achille thought, well, anyway, he will never let Yaoyao see him kill life again, even if he deceives him, it's nothing.

Early summer is approaching, and Xiaohe is slightly exposed.

In a lotus pond, occasionally dragonflies fly by and stop for a while.

The royal palace of the demon world is very lively, ushering in the royal family of Mobei.

The priest wore a long robe with half shoulders exposed, and told his disciples about the anecdotes and strange things in the human world, lamenting that the human race is weak and flexible.He also said that its countries are separated, which is different from the Five Realms. If something happens, it may not be easy to fall apart.

Yaoyao didn't understand these things, but he was always afraid that he would have some accident, big or small, that would harm others, so he usually didn't want anyone by his side except a maid and a guard.

Even the two around me are very seldom talkative and extremely clever.

Therefore, Yaoyao seldom hears outside things.

He raised his eyes to look at the blue sky, stroked his two broken fingers with regret.

The priest may not know that on the side of the rockery facing the water, there are demons in the pavilion with curtains and gauze curtains, so he talked with great interest for most of the day.

It's not good for Yaoyao to remind him, lest it will cause embarrassment and lose the opportunity to have fun.

Half a day later, when the king's servant came to invite him, the priest kept his mouth shut, put on an aloof and dignified look, and said a reserved "hmm", and the disciple came to thank him and left as ordered.

Yaoyao leaned against the beauty, covering the corners of her slightly curved lips with the sleeves on her arms.

Er, Achille also came to look for him, saying that he was going to welcome the royal family of Mobei.

Yaoyao seldom participates in this kind of banquet, and every time she shows her face, she will leave soon.

The demon world doesn't pay that much attention, and no demons have any opinions. After all, they let them talk and do things with the weak and weak Yaoyao, which is almost fatal.

What's more, who doesn't know, Yaoyao is their little prince's heart, and his pampered heart is so delicate that he can't easily offend her.

It's just that it's really special to welcome the royal family of Mobei this time.One reason is that the royal family of Mobei is a human race, not a monster race; the second reason is that they invited the royal family of Mobei to come as guests to discuss the business of the demon world and the human world in the Mobei area.

If this etiquette is not done enough, not to mention the business opportunity, it will be easy to make people laugh and lose their demon clan dignity.

Because of this opportunity, it was the first time that all the members of the royal family in the palace of the demon world were so complete.

In a mighty way, half of the stairs were filled, standing far away beside Achille, very close to the demon king Su Gele.Looking around, he saw that this formation didn't look like a welcome, but rather an expedition.

When the royal family of Mobei brought hundreds of people into the royal city, they almost turned around and ran away without being scared.

In their hearts, they felt that the demon king was outrageous. He actually dispatched the entire royal family of the demon world to welcome him from a small country in the human world. It was really scary!He didn't dare to say it out and show off, for fear that the human world would think that he had betrayed the demon world.

The royal family of Mobei bent down and bowed in fear, which made all the royal ministers of the demon world wonder, thinking, is the human world so humble and polite?So he couldn't help imitating it, which made the royal family of Mobei even more humble.

After standing for a long time, Yaoyao's frail body couldn't take it anymore, and he broke out in hot and cold sweat.

Achille supported Yaoyao's waist without any trace, so that he could lean on it and rest for a while.

Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief, and no longer leaned on Aqile's outstretched arm, so as not to be discovered by other monsters, and even the royal family of Mobei.

He let out a breath slowly, hoping that the banquet would end soon.

At this moment, a warm voice sounded: "The little monk is from the Middle Earth, not from Mobei. This time, I came here to see the scenery of the demon world through the light of the Lord of Mobei."

Although the voice was low, Yaoyao caught it. When he looked up, he saw only a small piece of shiny scalp.

Archie embraced him and said in a low voice, "Go in and sit down for a while."

Glancing at Achille from a distance, he lowered his head and followed him in.

Achille turned his head suspiciously, scanning the crowd that filed in.

After finally surviving this rote and rigidly applied etiquette, which almost turned out to be a joke, Yaoyao's back was already stiff.

Achille pressed his back with distress, his hands were moderately strong, very comfortable, and Yaoyao fell asleep in a daze.

Seeing that he was asleep, Achille put on his coat and strode out.

He walked out of the bedroom, waved his hand into the darkness, then walked north along the palace wall, turned over and went out.It didn't take long before he disappeared into a dense forest with ups and downs.

In the darkness, the pitch-black figure falling far behind was a shadow slowly approaching, slowly approaching him.

There are black crows perched on the branches in the forest, silently tilting their heads to look at these uninvited guests.

The crescent moon entered the clouds, and the night became darker.