He hasn't been a sister-in-law for many years

Yun Lie looked up at Taihua, tears streaming down his cold eyes.

Taihua helped him up, his eyes fell behind him, he saw two iron chains tied to his slender ankles, and two more, passing through the wings.

Yun Lie murmured bitterly: "I can't go..."

"Do you want to come with me?" Taihua stared into his clear eyes.

Yun Lie bit his lower lip.

"Don't want to?" Taihua asked urgently.

Yun Lie hesitated: "I..."

Taihua said indifferently: "The demon world is so rotten, you still have nostalgia?"

"Yes," Yun Lie replied in pain, with a bitter tone, "The demon world is rotten, but they have never been sorry for me. The upper echelons of the aristocratic family have trained me as the future demon king, but I have fallen into a demon..."

"You see me as a shame?" Taihua said in horror.

"No, no!"

The corners of Taihua's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared fixedly at Yun Lie's eyes, trying to see the most authentic attitude in his heart.

Yun Lie murmured: "It was I who betrayed the demon world, betrayed the family, and failed the people who had placed high hopes on me."

"Don't be naive," Taihua said lightly, "Your family and your people can't have both. As long as you are the Yunyang family, even if you ascend the throne as the demon king, the important things that those people place on you Hopes will eventually be lived up to.”

Yun Lie clenched his lower lip.

Taihua clasped his arms tightly, kissed him, and rubbed his lips and tongue slowly, moistening his dry and cold lips little by little, and said vaguely: "Why don't you understand this truth? It has already rolled in your heart countless times. You love your people, but can you save them? You are Yunyang."

"Yes... I am the Yunyang family..."

The crane, the pure and empty thing in the world, sings in Jiugao, hears its sound in the sky, is supreme, noble, pure, and high.

Taihua's soft voice revealed a chilling indifference: "Lie'er, my little crane, there is no honor in this world without a reason."

The aristocratic family and the common people have always been at the two ends of the scale. The more noble and refined the Yunyang family is, the more humble and humble the commoners who stand on the other end of the scale will be.

Yun Lie closed his eyes fiercely.

"Take me away," he murmured, "Take me out of here..."

Taihua smiled inexplicably, and gently kissed his almost translucent white eyelids.

Suddenly, Yun Lie frowned, and let out an unbearably painful moan from his throat.

Taihua winked coldly, and saw black runes quickly crawling from Yun Lie's thin neck to his cheeks, each rune seemed to be alive, covering most of his cheeks along the capillaries.

"Forbidden magic pattern?"

"Hmm..." Yun Lie found that since meeting Taihua, his tolerance for pain had quietly weakened.

With a quick movement of Taihua's fingertips, a long and narrow wound was opened between Yun Lie's eyebrows, pouring hot demonic blood into it.

Yun Lie felt a domineering force pouring in along the wound, his body trembled violently uncontrollably, he clenched his teeth tightly.

"Good." Taihua smiled.

His deep voice was gentle and charming, and Yun Lie's mind went blank from the pain, and he couldn't tell what he was talking about, but just hearing his laughter, his heart was already numb.

In the next second, a kind of excruciating pain of skin cramping, blood washing and bone cutting came from the limbs and bones to the head.

Yun Lie couldn't help crying out in pain: "Ah...Taihua..."

Taihua: "It hurts? Just hold back the pain and think about our relationship in your heart."

"Hmm..." Yun Lie whimpered hoarsely, but really gritted his teeth, and forcibly endured the pain.

Beads of sweat gradually oozed from Taihua's forehead, and his lips moved silently, urging the devil's blood to rush along Yun Lie's body, wrapping around the forbidden magic pattern on his body, strangling him fiercely.

Yun Lie fell down silently.

Taihua's eyes are deep. His little crane is the young master of a talented family. In order to suppress the demonic nature in his body, the demon world did not hesitate to use the harsh curse pattern that has been banned for many years-he would rather die under this forbidden pattern. He must not be allowed to fall into the magic city.

The forbidden magic pattern was extremely ferocious. Not only was it not strangled, but it devoured the blood of the devil, and came back aggressively.

Taihua glanced at Yun Lie's tightly closed eyes, bit the tip of his tongue, and poured the devil's blood into the center of Yun Lie's eyebrows again, but no longer sought murderous intent, but used the devil's blood as a guide to gradually introduce the forbidden magic pattern into his blood vessels.

After a long time, the last ray of runes faded from Yun Lie's white neck.

Taihua slowly withdrew his hand, and looked at Yun Lie's face in a daze, his eyes carried tenderness that had never been revealed before, he turned his face away for a moment, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips.

On the slender and strong fingers, black runes crawled up along the wounds on the fingertips, like naughty little snakes entangled in his palm.

Wiping off the blood, he leaned over and kissed Yun Lie's wound tenderly on the forehead.

Suddenly, there was a familiar tragic wail from behind.

Taihua suddenly turned his face away, and his heart was startled—on the fiery battlefield, the tall figure of Emperor Yin shattered into pieces.

He suddenly got up, picked up Yun Lie and was just about to leave, when he found four iron chains tightly tied Yun Lie within the range of the holy tower.

He broke the chain with all his strength.

"Ah..." Yun Lie woke up in pain, his whole body seemed to be soaked in sweat.

"Are you awake?" Taihua smiled, and had no time to say more, "Hold me tightly when you wake up."

"Yes." Yun Lie grabbed his clothes.

As the Yin Tianzi disintegrated, the raging fire suppressed by the ghost energy came back.

The two were besieged in the center of the sea of ​​fire.

Yun Lie said in a hoarse voice, "This fire is summoned with an ancient forbidden spell, and it can burn demon spirits."

Taihua naturally knew how powerful this fire was. From the first day Yun Lie was suppressed here, he had fought against this flame countless times.

Yun Lie: "I'll take you out."

"You can't do it now..." Taihua flatly refused.

Yun Lie struggled to stand up from his arms, spread his wings suddenly, carried Taihua into the air, and was chased by the flames, straight to the sky.

Two broken iron chains were worn on the wing bones, and under the impact of the strong airflow in the air, they collided with each other, making a crisp sound.

"Yunyang Lie! You traitor!" A shout came from the air.

Yun Lie stopped.

A large black shadow in the distance galloped from the sky.

"What is that?" Taihua snorted, and was about to speak when he suddenly noticed that Yun Lie's breathing suddenly became heavy, as if something extremely terrifying happened before his eyes.

He looked around and saw the group of shadows approaching. It turned out to be a large group of feather warriors, and they seemed to be carrying something.

Squinting his eyes, he recognized the countless cages.

The leader approached and was suspended in the air. Taihua found that he had the same cold eyes as Yunlie.

The head of the Yunyang clan, Yun Lie's father.

"You dare to defect?" Patriarch asked coldly, "Have you ever thought about the price of defection?"

Yun Lie didn't answer, he was staring at the cage in the hands of the attendants behind the Patriarch, and saw a woman with disheveled hair inside.

She sat in the cage in a strange posture, looking up at Yun Lie, without struggling or speaking.