Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

Bright world.

At the deepest point where countless mirrors intersect, there is a vast lake with clouds and white feathers circling around.

The lake is like a huge mirror, reflecting golden light and soft clouds.

In the middle of the lake, there is a huge dead tree with intertwined branches.The roots of the trees are entangled in the lake, and some roots even require two people to embrace successfully.

The branches spread out in all directions, and on a relatively thick branch, a ball wrapped in golden silk thread was hanging at this time.

The golden ball is reflected on the surface of the lake. From time to time, there is a breeze, and the calm water surface is broken into fine pieces of light again, and it takes a long time before it returns to calm.

Two blue birds suddenly peeped out their heads in the intertwined clouds, their dark eyes looked around cleverly, and the moment they saw the golden ball, their eyes lit up a little.

The bigger blue bird winked at the other: Look, let me just say it?He must be here.

The other rolled its eyes and frowned impatiently: "Let's act fast, it's over if we get caught."

The big bird nodded and flew over with flapping wings, and the small one immediately followed.

The two little birds quickly flew to the tree trunk, circled around the golden ball for a while, and then rushed to the lake without hesitation.

Miraculously, they did not dive to the bottom of the lake. The moment they crossed the lake, they seemed to penetrate a water curtain, and what they saw was a more real world.

It's still the same tree, and the same golden ball, but it's obviously closer to reality.

"Hiding so deep, what a possessive guy."

"Shut up that twittering mouth of yours. I've delayed the task assigned by the Prophet, be careful that I peel your skin."

Big Bird responded aggrievedly: "Oh."

Two birds flew above the golden ball, their cyan beaks pecked at the golden thread, and then threw them into the water.

They moved very quickly, and in a short while pecked out a gap the size of a palm.

"No matter when I look at it, my best friend is too beautiful."

The silver-haired boy curled up slightly, sleeping in the golden fluff.His face was quiet and steady, as if he had slept soundly.

"Sheryl?"

The boy didn't move, just fell asleep peacefully.

"Sheryl! Wake up!! If you don't wake up, this world will be gone!!"

The boy frowned, as if he was very dissatisfied with being woken up, but he still didn't open his eyes.

"You are stupid! Don't you know that Sleeping Beauty needs to be woken up by kissing??" The big blue bird flew into the ball along the gap, and a burst of blue light emerged from its body. When it landed, it had already become A handsome young man.

He was dressed like a troubadour, and his flaxen hair, neatly brushed, was adorned with laurel.

The dark green eyes are like a bottomless pool of water, calm and natural.

This person is Mr. Fran Krydo whom Sherrill met once at the auction.

He knelt half-kneeling on the golden fluff, put his hands together and put his face on the side of his face in an obsessive way, tilted his head and looked at the boy with great joy: "My dear best friend. You are so charming, how can there be such a fascinating person in the world?" Fascinated existence?"

"Let the handsome prince kiss the sleeping beauty."

Before touching the other party, a palm covered his face.

Fran opened his eyes suspiciously.

The boy who was sleeping soundly was looking at him suspiciously with his forehead furrowed, his eyes were still dazed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What are you doing?"

"Brother Cheryl! You finally woke up!! Get out, it's not good to be discovered by the God of Light!"

"Doyle?"

"Go out and explain to you!"

The densely wrapped golden threads suddenly dissipated, and large golden light filled people's eyes. I had to close my eyes and listen to the explanation of the two brothers in the wind.

The current situation is very severe, and the God of Light seems to have received additional assistance, making the action of destroying the world much faster. Now about half of the area is shrouded in death and flames.

And the reason why these two brothers were able to find me is because they received the order of the prophet tens of thousands of years ago and came to help me.

I just remembered that during the period when I was the devil king, there were indeed two blue birds looking for me every day, but it seemed that Xiu found out later.

The two of them didn't dare to linger in the dark land anymore, but went to Huangming Continent to wander, and even set up an auction house with their own hands—although it was destroyed by repairs later.

"I don't even have magic power now, how can I fight against that high god?"

"Do you remember half of the magic power you left behind when you left the Demon Realm? We got it back for you."

"Please, only you can save this world."

God's second punishment began a month after the plague spread.

What fell from the sky was not the huge fireball before, but another kind of thinner thread made of flame.

After they land, they will flow naturally, looking for life forms to possess, and the possessed life forms will turn into black charcoal in an instant, and then disperse with the wind.

Dense silk threads fell from the gray sky and landed in this hell on earth.

In a dilapidated small village, only the ruins of the flames were left.

At this time, smoke was rising, and in the only remaining dilapidated house that was mostly burned down, an old man was sitting on a stool, holding an organ in his hand, playing alone.

He looked at the dense golden threads falling from outside through the dilapidated roof, his expression was very calm, as if he was admiring this gorgeous end of the world.

The first batch of silk threads quickly reached the ground, twisting flexibly, looking for the taste of life.

A silk thread squeezed in through the crack of the door, beautiful and elegant, emitting the only light in this dimly lit house.

It hovered close to the calm-looking old man.

When it was about to wrap around the old man's neck, it was suddenly grabbed by a white hand, and quickly disappeared into the air.

The old man turned his head in surprise, only to see a touch of beautiful silver disappearing into the darkness.

One second he was still in the house, and the next second he was standing on the top of an empty mountain.The beautiful young man looked cold, with long silver hair fluttering in the wind, like a weak elf emitting soft white light in the fiery and gray hell.

His pale golden eyes looked at the light in the sky without emotion, and sighed slightly.

Raising her hands slightly, a transparent butterfly with a blue light suddenly appeared on the slender fingertips.

The butterfly illuminated the small area, fluttered its wings slightly, and rubbed against the young man's fingertips very affectionately.

The young man raised his hand slightly, his voice was cold: "Go."

The butterfly flew away. Its body was so small and delicate that one couldn't help but worry that it would be blown away by the strong wind.

Afterwards, more and more silver butterflies flew out from unknown places, sprinkled large swathes of silver light, and followed the first butterfly.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a bridge glowing with white light suddenly appeared in the darkness. This restless world filled with heat is also much cooler and refreshed with this glowing bridge.

The transparent butterfly followed the dense light, and the light touched the place where the butterfly flew, and was quickly frozen into frosty white, and then shattered into light spots when the next butterfly flew by, disappearing into the sky.

When they fly, they make no sound, like messengers of silence, silently saving this fragmented world.