blood sacrifice

Looking at the sleeping face in his arms, the sudden thought seems to have taken root in his heart, and it is difficult to calm down.

Gently leaning over to hug Rong Ye, who had already collapsed and fallen into a coma, and carefully cleaned up the other party's body.

Liao Feng casually grabbed his cloak and wrapped Rong Ye tightly, and walked back to the Yinyu Hall where the golden sands were hazy while hugging Rong Ye under a row of maidservants who bowed their heads in a respectful salute.

Sitting up halfway with a cushion on the back of the waist, possessive Yu held Rong Ye in his arms, let him lean on his chest, looked at his peaceful sleeping face, subconsciously played with the long black hair with one hand, and twisted Let it go.

Every movement is like an ancient spell, smashing the mask covered by Liaofeng for thousands of years one by one. Full of satisfaction and tenderness that cannot be concealed, the already exquisite and beautiful face, because of the soft lines and gentle expression, made the world pale in an instant.

However, in the depths of his heart, only he himself knows whether there is any doubt, whether there is even a slight sense of disobedience.

But at this moment, Liaofeng has no time to take care of it, or dare not take it into consideration at all. Sometimes, it is far easier to escape by deceiving yourself than to face an unacceptable reality.

Without too much entanglement in that little sense of disobedience and that little bit of inexplicable guilt, Liao Feng smiled calmly. In fact, it didn't matter. As long as the demon king died, Rong Ye, the reincarnation of the six angels of the God Realm, would be gone. The value of use is nothing more than an old friend of a foreign race that is not what it used to be. If you really like his body, it would be good to wear hair xie. Anyway, it's just one more male-favorite, and I can still afford it.

Unconsciously caressing Rong Ye's side face, lingering, gentle and careful, carefully sketching delicate and soft lines, as if treating a fragile treasure.

God knows why whenever something related to him happens, my behavior and behavior will instantly become abnormal, and I always go against my thinking, knowing clearly that it is not possible, and clearly knowing that it should not be done, but it is always in vain, as if this action has been completely rooted. Implanted soul-like is purely instinctive, or someone's marionette.

For the latter, Liao Feng never thought about it. After all, in this continent of gods and demons, people who can compare with him are either dead or reincarnated, or life is worse than death, so the only thing left is The next one explains that this person is special and more precious to oneself than ever before.

Even though he disdained to admit it, he was powerless to refute it. His every move, every frown and smile were deeply imprinted in his mind like an eternal curse, and he couldn't get rid of it...

Gay? ! !Dirty and disgusting vicious taste, how could he be a majestic elf king for an ordinary man, a lover who does not belong to him at all, the demon king...

The sudden thought pierced deeply into his heart like a sharp knife, making Liao Feng's eyes darken and his heart ache unbearably.

The pupils staring at the sleeping face are full of complexities: "You are just a male favorite, a dispensable male favorite, male favorite...".

Subconsciously murmured in a low voice but didn't know if it was telling Rong Ye or reminding himself.

"Your Majesty," a shadow flashed in a daze, even in the daytime, the elf attendants can always find an absolute darkness, and hide their figure and aura perfectly in it, "a large number of people gathered in the outskirts of the city. Demons..." The visitor hesitated for a moment, followed his duty from beginning to end, and cast a glance at the superior without overstepping the rules, "Killed many of our elves."

"Just this little thing is worth making a fuss and reporting to me?" Liao Feng raised his eyebrows impatiently, and the inexplicable throbbing in his heart just now found an outlet for xie, and turned into a murderous aura, "Everything must be reported to me." I will report them one by one, so why do I support you people?!"

"But..." Looking at Liao Feng's gloomy face, the elf attendant couldn't help sweating, hesitant to speak.

"If you have anything to say, just say it, I'm not in the mood to accompany you here to guess and guess." Liao Feng's impatience was about to erupt, but he suddenly felt the person in his arms move unsteadily, and the volume couldn't help it. He lowered his voice, as if afraid of waking him up.

Looking down at Rong Ye gently rubbing against his chest, adjusting a comfortable posture, the tangled eyebrows gradually showed signs of unwinding.

After giving orders, there was a sudden silence, and the elf attendant had to look up, which was really startled.

Seeing the unconcealable gentleness of his king's gestures and gestures, the elf servant opened his amber eyes in horror, and couldn't help admiring the person under the brocade quilt who was deliberately half-turned to cover his face by Liaofeng. No matter how beautiful the country is, it may not be able to win a glance from the king, let alone the meticulous care at this moment.

However, if we really say that there is no king who is special to him in this elf realm, it is not the case, but compared with this one, that person seems to have nothing special except that he has been by his side for a longer time .

"Although there are not many of them, it's not difficult to wipe them all out, but it will take some time. All of them are high-level demons. Such a large number is really rare." Dazed for just a moment, the elf attendant suppressed his curiosity, and did not Statement without waves.

After a moment of silence, Liao Feng smiled knowingly, everything turned pale, bloodthirsty and fragrant: "It seems that Hao can't wait to save the little lover of the demon king."

He straightened up and gently placed the person in his arms on the bed, leaned over to tuck up the quilt for him, and smoothed his messy black hair.

His white fingertips shuttled between the smooth and smooth black hair. The contrast between black and white greatly stimulated Liaofeng's nerves. He stood up straight as if he was electrocuted and took a step back. His withdrawn hand was tightly clenched into a fist behind his back. , Liaofeng was stunned, what kind of nerve is he committing? !

Without thinking about it, she turned around neatly, not minding that she was completely naked in front of others, stretched out her arms, and the maidservants waiting on the side knowingly took the prepared clothes to change Liaofeng's clothes.

"I'd like to see what tricks they can come up with!" After finishing speaking, he strode out without looking back, followed by the elf attendants waiting at the side.

The Yinyu Hall returned to silence again, and there was only the steady breathing coming from the brocade couch along with the smoky incense.

The person who was supposed to be asleep opened his eyes quietly the moment Liao Feng left, as if he had sensed something, without the slightest drowsiness, his black pupils were clean and transparent, like an angel who does not eat fireworks in the world, but for some reason, he stared at the deeper part of his eyes. There was a faint chill in the variegated hair, which instantly froze the originally quiet and gentle face.

Slowly propped up his exhausted body and looked around for a moment, after confirming that there was no one around, he quickly picked up the clothes prepared at the side and put them on.

Because of Liao Feng's relationship, Rong Ye often went to various parts of the elf's former residence, because as long as Liao Feng wanted it, or wanted to humiliate himself when he was idle, he had to be there anytime, anywhere. -Down!

Now that I think about it, I really don't know who helped who, and who humiliated whom.

The palace servants and maids of the elves were no strangers to seeing Rong Ye walking freely in the former residence of the elves, so they didn't ask or stop them, or they flattered and flattered men like Rong Ye without any self-esteem It can be said that they don't even bother to contact those who accept and love others, and even allow them to play with them. Of course, due to the king's order, they dare not neglect the minimum etiquette requirements.

Looking at the unconcealable disdain in the respectful gestures and greetings of the passers-by in front of him, Rong Ye smiled and nodded calmly as if he didn't care at all, but only he himself understood that this was just numbness.

Seemingly idling around in the former residence of the elves, looking at this for a while and playing with that for a while, but in fact, he is just looking for a suitable opportunity to leave.

But I don't know why, every scene and thing here always makes me feel so sad, the throbbing pain in my heart is not like the sadness of being belittled, but the bitterness that seeps out from nowhere but intensifies.

If he could choose to ignore it, he really wanted to ignore the heart-wrenching pain.

The majestic buildings, the progressive and brilliant palaces are familiar but not the same... The stream flowing through the rockery is so clear but something is missing... The willows half-hanging on the lake are still blue...

Unreal pictures in my mind flashed like a revolving lantern, but they were fleeting. My head felt as if it was going to burst. All I could do was escape, escape from the former residence of the elves, escape from these inexplicable things, and recuperate this continent , run away from everything...

Stepping forward mechanically, alternately fast but undetectable, the grass and trees quickly retreated from the side, but the hazy images in my mind never disappeared.

When he stopped due to exhaustion, he no longer knew where he was, and everything on this continent was too strange to Rong Ye.

Unlike the desolate scenery when they first entered the land of gods and demons, the elves pay attention to the harmonious atmosphere with nature. The lush green is full of ripples, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant. It is a paradise that everyone yearns for.

Walking aimlessly, looking at the constantly changing scenery around me, a few steps seem to have gone through all kinds of worlds in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and my restless heart calms down.

It was just a short three months, it should be three months, right? Looking back sadly, Rong Ye seemed like a lifetime away, and even the concept of time became blurred, but too many things happened in an instant, mother's death, The sacrifice of Ming, the downfall of Weicheng, the withering of every life, and the humiliation of coming here afterwards, everything seems to have been planned for a long time...