blood sacrifice

For Shenyu, Xiao never misses it. If he insists on saying that the relationship between Shenyu and him is just a golden cage that gave birth to him but imprisoned him!

In the past, it would not have been impossible for him to live aimlessly with no wishes, no desires and no hopes at all, but now it is different from the past, he knows that there is someone who loves him and he loves waiting for him in the devil realm, and he would like to For such a person, he threw away all his status and followed him, he never cared about the eyes of the world, just like no one in this world was willing to care about him...

Rong Ye, who followed Xiao all the way back, saw Xiao's every move, the inexplicable smile, sweet, worried, sometimes at a loss, sometimes relaxed and happy, but the joy that bloomed from the bottom of his heart that could not be restrained from the beginning to the end, Rong Ye It couldn't be seen more clearly, so bright and dazzling, but also so sad and helpless...

It was night, the sun never set, but the sky was printed with clouds like burning clouds.

Rong Ye, who had been lingering outside the door for a long time, pushed the door and entered, looking at the distraught look on his face, Rong Ye had mixed feelings in his heart.

"...Sixth brother...you seem to be in a good mood today." He tried his best to be calm and gossiping.

"Hehe, what's the matter? It's still the same as usual, the same old way." Xiao responded calmly, his eyes kept looking out of the window, not knowing what he was looking at.

"Brother Six, the war between us and the demons... is temporarily truce." Rong Ye said carefully, and finally called Xiao's attention.

"It's good to stop the war. It's always better to fight like this, except that more people die." Xiao laughed, "It would be better if we could solve the problem calmly without using force."

"But this truce is only temporary, and the Demon Race will not be willing to stop here when they have a clear advantage." It should be said that no one will do this on the battlefield. What's more, their morale is so high that the protoss, who have been fighting all the year round, can't stand it anymore. "There must be fraud in it. It's just a matter of time before the war starts again. Brother, they have been making preparations for war at any time, in case they are caught off guard and suffer heavy losses. ..."

"The demons don't want to stop? But this time, they obviously proposed a truce first. The reluctance to stop here is just your speculation. The long-term hostility has made the demons worse. Why can't you look at it more simply? Question?" Xiao didn't think so.

After thinking about it, he added: "Thousands of years ago, before the war started, didn't the two races live in peace for tens of thousands of years? Even as it is now, all trees and trees are soldiers."

But these words are not true for Rong Ye, who was killed in the flames of war: "You have never really fought on the battlefield, and you have never been in contact with the demons on the battlefield. You simply cannot understand that bloodthirsty and madness are their nature, especially You don't understand the red and crazy eyes when you see the flying flesh and blood..."

Looking at Xiao's instantly pale face, and his pale and colorless lips that were pretending to be calm but were tightly pressed, Rong Ye, who realized that he had said something wrong, was filled with regret.

Deprived of his strength, deprived him of being able to throw his head and blood to make contributions on the battlefield like ordinary people, or the possibility of dying on the battlefield is not himself, who is it? !And at this moment, who is not himself who accuses him of not having seen the benevolence of a woman, the paranoid and ridiculous beauty and peace produced by a real fight? !

"Brother Six, I'm sorry...I'm not..." Rong Ye, who was always resolute, decisive and calm, never changed his face before the landslide, panicked. At this moment, he was just a helpless child who had done something wrong but didn't know how to remedy it.

"Stop talking, I know what you mean," Xiao Meng interrupted Rong Ye's words, his flat tone could not hear any emotion, "As you said, I have never been on the battlefield. It’s just talking, you’re just listening, besides, if this kind of military affairs, how can I get in the way?!”

Xiao said with a smile that was not a smile: "If you have something to discuss, you can discuss it. My ideas are not counted. Haven't you been doing this for so many years? Why do you come to listen to my opinion now?"

"Brother..." Rong Ye wanted to say something, but Xiao walked to the window in a leisurely manner as if nothing had happened.

"It's too late, you'd better go back to sleep early, and you don't know what unexpected changes will be waiting for you to deal with tomorrow, and it's not a problem to be exhausted by me all the time," Xiao smiled lightly, but Rong Ye Knowing that the smile was not in his eyes, the violet-like eyes still couldn't get rid of the inferiority and unwillingness, "I will pretend I didn't hear what happened today, and you shouldn't say anything about it."

"Brother..." When he came to the door, thinking about what he saw in Yichongtian today, and hearing the sixth brother's attitude towards the demons just now, Rong Ye knew that it would be useless to say more at this moment, "If possible, please try to avoid contact with the demons , at least at this stage is too sensitive, if the war really ends..." There will be no intrigue at this moment...

"……understood……"

Leaving Xiao's dormitory, Rong Ye didn't know how much Xiao could listen to, or he couldn't listen to it at this moment, but he didn't want to see his biological brother sad and miserable. He owed him too much. He took away the power that should belong to him, took away the affection and admiration that should belong to him, and what he can do now is just the word "reminder"...

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Demon Realm, black night and red moon, no wind and no stars.

Inside the Hall of Demons, the world is full of luxury and luxury, and the scent of light smoke makes the whole hall less serious and more ambiguous.

The luxurious big bed gauze is long, and a tall and straight man is lazily leaning on the brocade, his face is as handsome as a god, his eyes are half-closed, and there is an evil smile on the corners of his mouth and eyes, full of grace, luxury and heroism. The top was half-opened indifferently, revealing a strong and strong honey-colored chest, half-supported legs were exposed from the hem of the shirt, and the seemingly slender muscle lines made people's eyes straight.

The man supported his head with one hand, and tapped the bed board with the other hand to make a crisp sound, enjoying the service of others with a comfortable face.

Outside the gauze tent, beside the big bed, a man dressed in black stood respectfully sideways.

Looking at the serious man in front of him who is incompatible with this lazy and luxurious environment, the man deliberately teased and said, with an indescribable magnetic charm in his lazy and deep voice: "Don't be so tense all the time, look at you so slamming there like this, Even my little slave has never looked at you from the beginning to the end, what a disappointment!"

Hearing the words, the man knelt down on one knee without being overbearing or in a hurry, and replied respectfully: "Subordinates are naturally far inferior to your lord, but... Your lord left early today and returned late today, but he seems to be in a good mood?"

Although it was speculation and doubt, his tone was full of affirmation.

"Heh, you are so courageous that you even take care of my business." He said with a half-smile, his tone of cloudy and erratic tone made it impossible to guess the intention, but it made the man who had been beating his legs and serving him Xiao Nu was shaking like a chill.

The originally comfortable enjoyment was suddenly interrupted. Youlan Xiemei's eyes did not blink, and there was still a smile that was not a smile on his lips. Before he had time to see the movement clearly, the little slave who had been waiting, pressing, and massaging on the bed Lao Yuan was kicked away, his thin body slammed into the opposite wall and bounced off.

How could the little slave who was caught off guard be able to withstand such a sudden heavy injury, a mouthful of blood spewed out, the delicate and beautiful female-male face wrinkled together in pain, his thin body twitched and convulsed, curled up on the ground without moving Dare to let out another groan of pain, for fear of disturbing that handsome man who always has a face full of evil and charm, and causing another catastrophe for himself.

"The subordinates dare not, but they feel that it is rare for the lord to find the object of the game. I don't know if the famous God of War is qualified enough."

The man seemed completely unaware of the sudden disaster just now, ignoring the painful little slave struggling on the ground, and not paying much attention to the erratic temperament of the adult on the bed, as if he had been used to it for years.

"Oh, but that's all. I thought we could go on for a few more days, but he's just a brat, so he'll just pass it off with a few words. It's boring." The man sighed regretfully.

"I wanted to see what the mood of the man who was so powerful and cold-faced and cold-hearted on the battlefield was. In order to give him enough time to think about it, I stopped fighting for years. Who knew it would be so boring? What a shame! in vain."

Raising the hand that had been tapping on the bed board, he gave a light hook to the little slave who was huddled on the ground, and the man fell into the man's arms as if attracted by something, his thin body trembled uneasy but did not dare Rebellion: "That face is not bad, and I have been to many angels, but it is the first time I have seen such a high-ranking one. Seeing that I have spent some time on him, I have to get it." Isn’t it some sweetness? Although it’s really not worth the thought, it’s not as obedient as my little slave, who knows how to advance and retreat.”

The honey-colored palm kept rubbing sand on Xiaonu's fair and small face, making the little face that was originally pale due to pain and blood loss blush, charming and charming.

"What does the lord mean?" Hearing the words, the man didn't seem surprised. For the Nether Servant who has been serving him for a long time, the lord has long been accustomed to the unpredictable temperament of the lord, and he is so happy that even if it is a mess on the ground Dirty mud can also be spoiled by him to the sky. He can't be scolded or beaten. If he loses interest or gets tired of it, even if he is beautiful and talented, he won't bother to abandon it like nothing.

"Angels have wings. The nobler the wings, the more beautiful they are. The ten-winged wings are rare among the gods. There are only six in the whole gods. I heard that the wings of the archangel are very beautiful..."