Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

The dark red blood stained Chaos' robes, perhaps related to Cheryl's ice ability. The blood flowed out of his body, and soon became bitingly cold.

If it weren't for the divine power of Chaos to maintain it, the blood-stained place on his body would probably have frozen.

The boy's originally rosy face became very pale at this time, and his delicate thin lips were bloodless, as if they would disappear in the next second.His fingertips were cold, so cold that his heart trembled.

Chaos dazedly hugged the Demon King in his arms, feeling the cold temperature coming from his blood.

He was a little panicked and hurriedly covered the bleeding wound.

But the scarlet blood still flowed down the young man's pale skin, continuously overflowing from between his fingers.

Like a peerless and coquettish red flower, at the cost of taking the life of a young man, it is in full bloom and captivating.

A flower beyond the world was born on the top of the cold snow mountain.

Everyone in the world wants to see the beauty, and they come from far away, flocking to it, looking obsessed, just to climb this high snow mountain, pick this wonderful flower, hide it in the house, and keep it for themselves. Watch alone.

The first person to climb the snow-capped mountain stole its petals and wanted to put them on the head of his beloved girl.

The second person who climbed the snow-capped mountain took its leaves. He heard that the leaves can be used as medicine to save people from fire and water.

The third person who climbed the snow-capped mountain only saw the bare flower stems, angrily uprooted the flowers and threw them into the snow mud.

More and more people climbed up from behind, and all they saw were bare cliffs.

They searched in the snow for a long time without giving up, and finally found a black, ugly plant with empty branches under the ice layer.

So people from afar scolded it and said angrily that it had deceived everyone.Throw it at the bottom of the cliff and never care about it again.

Beautiful and touching flowers.

Cut to death by those who loved it.

In the end, he died under the ice and snow that no one cares about.

"Then you will protect this deity well in the future, won't you?"

"For you, I will rebuild my faith."

The oath of the past, now looks like a black joke with ironic effect.

He has respected in his heart for hundreds of years, asked for hundreds of years, and carefully guarded the people for hundreds of years.

Lying in his arms covered in blood.

No sound.

"Sheryl."

The dazed god opened his mouth slightly, his lips and teeth were still filled with the taste of blood.

"Sheryl."

The bruised teenager lay quietly in the darkness of the heavy curtains, as quiet as if he had fallen asleep.

"Sheryl."

The god leaned down and kissed the pale corner of the other party's mouth lightly. Finally, as if he couldn't help it, a tear fell and hit the corner of the boy's eye.

"Sheryl."

"Alive, okay?"

"I have survived so humblely."

"What right do you have to die?"

He whispered in the silence.

He bent down to hear the boy's voice.

answer him.

Only the silent wind, and his own breathing.