blood sacrifice

"It's Xiao." The statement was still in a deep voice, simple and capable, and he didn't want to talk nonsense.

"That's right." He answered bluntly, shrugged his shoulders noncommittally, and looked like he knew why he was asking me.

"Why didn't you inform us in time, you clearly know that the purpose of our trip is to find Xiao." Frowning indistinctly, Crowe tried his best to suppress the anger that might leak at any time.

"No, I need to inform you of this? Do you really think that you are here to enjoy yourself?" Xiyue was surprised and astonished, and couldn't help but sneered.

"How many things do you have, don't slap someone who is swollen and fat, lose someone and come to me to argue, I just promise to give you an environment, give you a channel, and give you as much as possible without violating my position. It’s convenient, but I never promised to be your subordinate or your ally.”

"The reason why the Human Continent has been able to stay out of the matter for tens of thousands of years and not be involved in racial disputes, and has been opposing the Dimensional Continent of Gods and Demons without any problems, is not because of how powerful our clan is, nor is it because of how great I am as the emperor. , but it’s just because of the four words of Xiu Hua, not to cause trouble for myself, not to cause trouble for my family, is my most basic principle and bottom line.”

"Now I can't find any reason to reject you, so I will provide you with the request that I think can be tolerated as a matter of course, and these are also applicable to the six angels, as long as it does not endanger my human continent, even if I want It is not impossible to provide your information."

Yanyue shrugged innocently, and said what should be taken for granted.

"It was you who revealed our whereabouts." Undoubtedly affirmed, Liao Feng, who had been silent for a long time and hid his entire face in the night, suddenly spoke, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he was intimidated without anger.

"Although I have always been daring and never shy away from doing things, I'm not used to the feeling of taking the blame for others," Xie Yue looked back at him without any shyness, with a disapproving expression on his face, and his black pupils also narrowed slightly under the moonlight, " This is not what I did, please don't trick me, I'm timid, but I can't bear it, and even if I want to help each other, he must really dare to appear in front of me and bargain with me, right?"

"Besides, don't think that you are so seamless and perfect in everything you do. Maybe your backyard is on fire, and there is an inner ghost who sold you out."

"Besides, there are priorities. If you let go of the six angels and give you back the seven angels, you won't be at a disadvantage anyway. After all, you are really number one." Xie Yue shook the golden and white jade fan in a good mood, clearly The coolness is on the pillow but it seems that it is still sweating, and it has to be fanned to cool it.

"But it's up to people to plan things, and it's up to people to make things happen. If you are really interested in interrupting me, it's okay." As he spoke, I don't know whether it was intentional or not, the tip of the fan brushed Liao Feng's shoulders as if nothing, smiling brightly .

"But it's pretty good to listen to. Listening to the movement, you can tell how intense it is when you think about it. Tsk tsk, it's a good thing that a majestic Demon Lord can bear it, and he has endured it so quietly for so long."

"I think so, just to make an opinion, don't come looking for anyone tomorrow, I think it may not be over for a while, and you two, if you have time, it's better to discuss and solve it by yourself in a place like Mao, Anyway, I think Lord Mozun's eyes have grown on my little dumb from the first day, and I don't have the heart to talk nonsense with you about it, does it matter if he is there?"

After finishing speaking, Shi Yue took care of herself and left.The dark guard He Lu hurriedly trotted all the way to keep up, and subconsciously touched the sweat from his forehead. He had known how much shock and fear he would have to bear with such a wonderful master, and he had to sigh how he was the king of the same family. How is the structure of the brain so different? !

In the silent night, with the cool wind, there are a few panting sounds from time to time in the house, sometimes high-pitched and hoarse, sometimes low and depressing, and sometimes cat-like intriguing and unbearable.

Just now, they didn't pay attention to the ambiguous and incomprehensible two people who listened to what Xingyue said. No matter how stupid they were, they understood what was going on inside. Crowe touched his nose subconsciously, turned around and left, without staying any longer.

In the empty courtyard, there were only the servants of Youming scattered far away in twos and threes, and the Elf King Liaofeng who stood stiffly in front of the gate of the courtyard and had not left for a long time.

A head of blue hair fluttered in the night wind, and the long bangs covered the eyes, making people unable to see the expression. He lowered his head and stood in front of the door for a long time, like a statue, blending into the night.

Half a month, boundless, the spring color inside the house is a dream that does not want to wake up, and the cold wind outside the house is a stagnation that cannot be blown away.

This night, there are too many people who can't fall asleep, too many people don't want to wake up, and there are too many helpless people who can't match the passing years.

Just like many years ago, he followed Hurry and Bie Rongye all the way to the ninth heaven, seeing the depression in the gods, seeing the army of demons hoarding in the sixth heaven, and seeing that the strutting is not as good as the silver glory in the main hall of the ninth heaven. The demon man in the hall looked at Rong Ye who was following the demon man, and at the man at the corner of the hall who only missed half of his face but was half a familiar face. Face of resentment and madness.

After all, he can't stop anything, he is just a passer-by in his life after all, even if he repeats it countless times, even if he can "strike first", it is only an episode after all...

The surging dark fragrance, cold and aloof, just like that person, arrogant, indifferent, but gentle, low self-esteem...

No one can imagine, or dare not imagine, why such a person who looks down on everything in the world from a high place, why he feels inferior, and why should he feel inferior, but the facts are the facts.

Everyone has helplessness in their hearts that others cannot understand. The precipitation of the years and the passage of time will not make it indifferent, but will only make people mature and silent, and make people used to bury those unbearable and fragile things deeper. Deeper, it seems that as long as it is deep enough, it will not be hurt, it seems that as long as it is hidden as much as possible, it can really be regarded as non-existent, but the pain that really leaves scratches cannot be healed by time...

Time will allow the years to settle, and the wound will rot. Even if the surface looks bright and smooth, no one in the interior has noticed that it is a poisonous gangrene attached to the bone.

Just like the precipitated love and hate, the hatred is indifferent, and the love is desolate, but as long as there is still unwillingness, there will be a possibility of resurgence...

It's like having a long but short dream.

In the dream, there is no need to resemble anything, no need to worry about anything, no need to worry about anything, because there is always someone who will think about it for me, and there is always someone who is by my side without complaint or regret, very warm and familiar, as if that person I miss the person I can't let go of, but I don't.

Because he knew that the relationship between them was just a matter of the primary election and the secondary election, and he might be special and kind to himself, simply because he was the only person in the world who was most like that person, the eternal No. [-] substitute...

The first ray of sunlight in the morning sprinkled into the house, covering everything that came into view with a layer of golden sand, faint, hazy, but so warm, like honey that melted in my heart inadvertently.

Lazy and weak, he was unwilling to move a bit, but the dazzling light hitting his eyelids really disturbed his dream.

He frowned in dissatisfaction, unwilling to end this rare dream so soon, or a dream that he didn't dare to dream at all.

He stretched out his hand to cover his eyelids to block the sunlight and continue to sleep, but suddenly realized that it was not because he had slept for too long that he was lazy and didn't want to move, but that he was so tired that he felt as if he had been run over by a heavy object, and he couldn't control himself freely.

The long and thick eyelashes are like two delicate and small fans, casting a faint shadow in the morning light, trembling slightly, like a frightened butterfly.

After working hard for a long time, the eyes opened quietly, slowly, calmly, and the bright green pupils were still hazy and half-awake, looking blankly at everything in front of them, just looking at it dully, but it seemed that they didn't look at it at all. Blinking his eyes, trying to get a little focus.

Reaching out, smiling gently, trying to ignore the imminent answer, fading away the unspeakable bitterness on the corners of the lips, brushing off some silver hair scattered on the forehead, soft and shiny, just like his person, gentle and calm, sometimes vicious and mischievous , but it is hard to put it down.

The warm touch on the side of the face startled Rong Ye, and instinctively resisted and flinched, not wanting to have too much physical contact with people, the hazy consciousness quickly returned to its place, and the chaotic eyes gradually became clear.

The focal length on the top, the overlapping of phantoms, the resolute and handsome silhouette like a god, the thin lips that look like a smile but not a smile, just like the false illusion in the dream that will never come true, even the extravagant hope becomes so painful .

Instinctively rejecting any physical contact, no matter for any reason, no matter who the object is, Rong Ye tried her best to avoid it.

But now, Rong Ye can't adapt to this overly intimate and natural behavior. If he could choose, the last thing he would want is to have physical contact with Ling Xu, even if it's just the eye contact, he would avoid it. It's too late!

He hurriedly wanted to distance himself, but a sudden movement pulled the wound on his lower body, a burst of piercing pain pierced Rong Ye's eyes with stars, he couldn't help trembling slightly, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body.

The naked and criss-crossed body was indescribably sleepy and tired, as if it had been run over by some heavy object, the waist and knees were weak and struggling, and the unspeakable parts were screaming and swollen and sharp.

Such various superimpositions and ambiguous red marks all over the body, extending to the body under the brocade quilt, Rong Ye closed his eyes bitterly, what is still unclear, what is there to be puzzled , what else is there to ask, all kinds of vivid dreams last night, such clear dreams, turned out to be deceiving and stupid in the end.