Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

I glanced at the person who was speaking on the throne, then turned my eyes indifferently to the young man next to me, and said without emotion: I am him.

Are you jealous of yourself?What a joke.

"You are him? He is Bailu, a person from the 21st century. He has a system, a deacon, and lives happily in the lies intertwined by others."

"He is clean and has the right to love. How naive and how..."

"Enviable."

I clenched my fist: I didn't.

"And you? You are Sherrill, who destroyed your own world with your own hands."

"You bear blood and deep hatred, but you love your enemy deeply."

"You have been violated, and now you are not even qualified to say love."

"Why do you say that you, who are in such a mess, are that innocent white deer?"

A smear of blood flashed quickly in his eyes, but was quickly suppressed again.I looked at the bloody Chi in the center of the hall who was pierced by ice edges, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in my heart.

envy?

Is this disgusting me still the real me?

The twelve magic islands from the Demon Palace to the Dark Continent have one-way teleportation circles, which can prevent the twelve island owners from negotiating to attack the Demon Palace together.

But it is possible to prevent them from walking such a long way back after each meeting.

After the finalization of the attack on the Bright Continent, all the demons needed to return to their territories for pre-war rectification, so that a month-long meeting ended in a few days.

Ba sat in his seat and cursed fiercely: "Damn! So cruel!"

The injuries on his body were not serious. The battle was imminent, and the devil's attack was still a bit serious.

It's just that at that moment, the pain of the body being pierced was a little unbearable.

I stood aside silently, not saying a word.

Ba made no secret of his desire in his own palace, imagining the appearance of the Demon King having fun under him with a malicious expression on his face.

"When Lao Tzu takes his..."

He said so confidently.

"...the taste must be good."

As soon as the words fell, another voice appeared, making Ba's body stiffen suddenly.

"Oh?" The elegant voice sounded slowly, but with a sense of coldness, "It turns out that the owner of the island is still hiding this kind of thought."

Bloody eyes seemed to be looking at a dead object.

I was fortunate enough to witness an exquisite massacre.

Dark red blood splattered in the air, and the rotten aura was like a butterfly of darkness from hell, spreading, clustering, and densely filling the entire place.

Death dances in the air, with a dark taste, leading to a desperate splendor, little by little, step by step, dragging people into hell, with no hope of life in sight.

I stood in a pool of blood, looking at the demon without emotion.

The hall was stained red with blood, but he was not stained at all, his movements were still elegant and gorgeous as usual, but this gorgeousness was so indifferent that it made people feel cold all over.

He walked towards me step by step with a bloody sword in his hand.

Just like when I was in the ruins, I walked towards him step by step with my sword in hand.

Weird coincidence, yet so natural.

"You're not afraid of me." He said so gently, with deep interest, "Why?"

I took off the mask, threw it into a pool of blood, and lowered my eyes: "Is this kind of boring question meaningful?"

"That's right." Xiu chuckled, standing gracefully on the spot, moving his right foot slightly to the side.

Immediately, he raised the sword in his hand, his movements were still gorgeous and pleasing to the eye.

——I don't blame you for killing me and everything I was, and you don't blame me for killing you.

From now on, no matter what form we meet again, we...

"Just pretend you never knew each other."