pyloric neuropathy has not improved

Chapter 41

The moonlight is like yarn, floating lightly among the clumps of purple flowers and trees.The sky is filled with strange and dark clouds, the wet soil is like blood coagulation, and every breeze blows is like a wild and trembling call from the depths of the soul.Thirst to fight, thirsty to tear, thirsty for blood and...you.

In the depths of the lush bone plants, a huge birdcage suddenly appeared in the moonlight.The cage is made of black vines, layers of thorns have cut off all vitality, and there are trivial and rotten little demon bones buried in the ground, and the flowers blooming around the cage have screaming human faces.

The wind blew away the light and shadow, and in the depths of the birdcage, sitting on the throne of flowers, poisonous snakes and white bones, the girl opened her scarlet and sweet eyes.

That is probably the beauty that can be described with miserable words.With a pointed chin, he looked more and more unpredictable.His eyes, which were radiant and translucent like blood glass, stared straight at a certain place outside the cage.The purple grass and trees fell silently to both sides at the same time without any wind, revealing a complete path.

The man in white came slowly from the end of the path, with long snow-silver hair that was colder than the moonlight, and slender golden pupils, pure gold like a sharp knife when the sun pierced through the clouds, and there were small vertical marks between the pupils, Like a wild beast, it has been polished to form a series of scattered needles.

——His face is like the first touch of the cold fragrance of the waning moon when the rose of the devil world is in full bloom.Even though she was cold and intimidating, she was still delicate and beautiful.

……

There was a bang in the darkness, and the girl woke up from her nightmare-ridden sleep.Before opening his eyes, a slender and sharp half-moon-shaped sharp blade appeared in his hand, and he swept around his body without looking at it. Instead of receiving the expected sense of cutting, there was an exaggerated wailing, "Aw!"

This voice completely brought her weird dream back to reality. "Huang Quan?" Rubbing his eyes, the sharp blade disappeared from his fingers, leaving only the Shura monster with a dissatisfied face on the opposite side, "What an idiot, how could you really hit me with your speed? Hand, if I were the enemy, you would have died long ago."

The girl rolled her eyes at him, "How can there be someone like you who is beaten hard enough by your companions."

"Companion? How can there be a companion in the devil world." Huang Quan quacked with a strange smile.

"Because you saved me." The girl looked serious, and she was always very solemn when she said this, "Thank you, if I still stay in the Fei clan, I will definitely die an ugly death."

"Oh, what an idiot."

Huang Quan had nothing to do with her, and couldn't help complaining, "How can there be someone like you who regards a thief as a savior?"

"What is a savior?"

"Well, this word came from the human side, and it seems to mean..." I couldn't describe it with words alone, so I used body language, hands and feet for 10 minutes and finally communicated successfully.

She suddenly remembered, "Huang Quan, I had a dream."

"It's strange, you didn't tell your savior about this, but you actually told me." You made a big fuss, "What?"

"When I woke up, I had a dream and felt that something was about to change. I was very scared. When I finally woke up, nothing changed. I was very relieved. But then I wished that I could change the pace of catching up with that person. I really changed but regretted it. "Paused, "I mean, I don't want to change...do you understand?"

"...Goodbye, I don't understand what you're talking about at all."

"I wonder why you woke me up."

"Damn, it's because you digressed halfway, and monsters don't know how to dream." Shura couldn't help but dragging people out, "Lei Chan is going to fight with Shu, go and see, that dead house rarely comes out of the tower once in a thousand years." .”

The girl was dragged away for a long distance. She was too thin, and her pigmentation was lost due to years of excessive blood loss. Her skin was as pale as a ghost made of paper, her hair was dry and yellow, and she wore a large light-colored robe. The slender collarbone is exposed, and it looks like Huang Quan is running on the devil's field with a kite from a distance. "Where is the Tibetan horse?"

Huang Quan leaned in again. "Leave early."

"That's it." The girl couldn't hide her disappointment, but quickly pulled herself together, "Also, what does the dead house mean?"

"Uh, this..."

There are many countries in the Demon Realm, large and small, scattered all over the world, but there are two countries that have become powerful because of their masters.When these two kings decided to follow the warlike nature of monsters to fight, there must be many monsters of all kinds to watch the battle and reap the benefits. can really see.

"Huang Quan, let go." The girl's face turned even paler. Even if she was said to be the Ice Girl from the Land of Ice Rivers, no one would doubt her—because her whole body was whiter than snow. "I can only go here, and the demon core will explode on its own."

In the battle of high-level monsters, the aura of monster power alone cannot be tolerated by low-level monsters.Huang Quan let go of his hand in disgust, "You can't see anything here, thanks to the fact that you are still a direct lineage of the Fei Clan."

"Before you say that, let's see how ugly I am, okay?"

The person she complained about had long since disappeared. The girl shrugged and found a tree to hide in the canopy, vigilantly guarding her surroundings. After all, in the Demon Realm, no one knows how to spell peace.

Just like knowing that she is ugly, the girl also knows that she is weak.He was taken out of the Scarlet Clan by Zangma and Huang Quan, probably because the former was studying how to enter the remains of the Scarlet Clan at that time, and one of the keys was the real bloodline of the descendants of the Scarlet Clan—it must be a direct line of the king.

Because she is too weak, the girl cannot inherit the title of "King of Beauty" from the patriarch's line.Only having pure blood, in the ethnic group that obtains power from blood, is regarded as the most perfect movable blood bag, and spent hundreds of years of existence as food and execution material.

Like a not so nice fairy tale.The protagonist has been forced to accept the cold and brutal fate of Sleeping Beauty since birth, and is alone in the blooming birdcage as the king everyone expects. Every day of growing up is accompanied by repeated pain and suffering. The torture, what is gratifying is that she can finally become numb enough to look at it all with a cold eye, and be able to endure it all in silence——

Until the day of adulthood came, the birdcage was opened for the first time, and with the eager anticipation and joy of the whole clan, she ushered in the wedding with her biological father who was the head of the clan.

When she was in the birdcage, the girl also thought about the end of the story, would it be dark?Even though it is full of sweet flowers and blood, it is still dyed scarlet black. The happiness of others is a heavy shackle of despair, and the scope is limited to her alone, which is crushed and broken.

Then, she met the light.

At the end of the wilderness full of miasma in the demon world, an afterimage came from afar, with a silvery white color, showing cold and proud lines, and finally turned into a young man with long hair and fox ears, sitting on the root of a coiled dragon Above, shaking the dust that does not exist in the corner of the clothes, only a pair of pure gold eyes, seemingly casually looking at the crown of the tree above the head.

The girl tried her best to suppress the corners of her mouth to prevent it from raising an exaggerated arc.

Hard, clear, clear and neat... silvery white light.