Thunderstorm

In the dim Zoroza Hall, Rainstorm Xinnu's face was covered in darkness, his expression was inexplicable, he was playing with the black flute in his hand, and his body was covered in raging fire.

The demon prince Ning Yuan, who was summoned back from the demon city by a flying letter, threw away the strange knowledge he got in his hand, leaned on Chiyan, and after listening to the words of Rainstorm Xinnu, he opened his mouth and said for a long time: "The word fate, that is, It is an excuse for the losers to comfort themselves, and it is also a cover for the self-boasting of the winners. You can use these two words to lament the regrets and joys of the world, what a wonderful word, don’t you think?”

"You don't believe in fate..." The red eyes looked at the devil prince speechlessly, and he still worked hard in front of his humanoid cushion.

"Nonsense, that's not what Xinnu wants to hear!" Rainstorm Xinnu frowned, and a fireball quickly bounced towards the devil prince Ningyuan, with an unconcealable irritability in his tone, and the fire on his body was even stronger.

Ning Yuan raised his eyebrows, threw the strange consciousness in his hand upwards, caught the fireball casually, and let the strange consciousness fall into the blazing flames and was scorched screaming: "People who are too inferior are always questioning what they know. Everything you gained, you lost everything while worrying about gains and losses. I always thought that you would be a slightly stronger person, but it turned out to be nothing more than that. So you loser with low self-esteem, do you want to attribute all your experiences to fate?"

"Everything that Xinnu wants, Xinnu will work hard to get it in his hands. If he can't get it, he will destroy it. Whether he lives or dies, Ah Fei can only be Xinnu's." Rainstorm Xinnu kissed the black flute in his hand , said obsessively.

"No matter how firm your tone is, you can't hide your guilt and fear. Why bother? Admit it, it's better to face the reality that you have nothing..."

Red eyes looked at Ning Yuan, who was testing on the verge of death, and looked vigilantly at Rainstorm Xinnu, who was about to burst into flames after being excited by Ning Yuan, silently mentioned Nei Yuan, and was always ready to drag Ning Yuan away.

"Hmph, Ah Fei is a heart slave, and we formed the bond under the witness of everyone." Stormy Heart Slave responded with a cold snort, remembering the uneasiness when the bond was formed, and couldn't help showing a little sweetness, "Heart slave wants to have The self will be held in the palm of your hand, and no one can go too far..."

"Love is such a charming word. It contains the instinct of courtship, possessiveness and self-destructive tendency." Ning Yuan put away the strange sense that she could not hear, and played with her red-eyed hair, then said, " I agreed to your invitation. It just so happens that I am also tired of righteous games, and I hope that the demons from the outside world can make me not so boring, otherwise I would rather go back to the demon market to make up watermelons."

Seeing that Ningyuan finally talked about the heavy rain heart slave on the topic, she also put away the black flute in her hand, and said in a low voice: "Then as a surrender, I should also prepare some small gifts~"

"Tsk, it's really troublesome to be a subordinate!" Ning Yuan sighed without sincerity.