blood sacrifice

A relieved smile bloomed on Xiao's face, Rong Ye thought it was her promise to see Mozun for the last time, as an understanding of the previous grievances, but she didn't know the cold and sharp edge under the relieved smile...

"Then you should rest for a while and recuperate well. My room is next to yours. If you need anything, you must call me. Don't force yourself to do this or that!" A few words.

"Well, I got it," Rong Ye smiled apologetically, "But after sleeping, could it be that you have been sleeping for so long that you have become such a rambling old lady?"

"Fuck you!" Xiao glared, as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them, just like in Jiuchongtian a long time ago, when they were still children, they were ignorant, watching their brothers rushing about in a hurry while they were busy. But they can only watch, sit and wait, and then play and joke with each other, day by day, month after month, year after year, unknowingly waiting for the fate of the red lotus to turn, waiting for another There is no way to recover...

Close the door, under the clear sky, the purple eyes are hazy, as if they can form ice-like condensation.

The incense is warm, the blue gauze is ethereal, the half-closed arms, the empty embrace, the handsome and resolute face like a god. It is the corners of the lips that are still unconsciously raised in sleep, but they are completely innocent, rare but not against harmony, but make men more attractive, making people unable to move away with just one glance, deeply depraved but ignorant.

A head of long blue hair was scattered on the big dark blue bed. The broken hair on the forehead half covered the eyebrows and eyes, and fell on the bridge of the tall nose, as if curious and exploring, what kind of dream could make such a tall man Gao Chen, who looked like a demon god, showed such an innocent and satisfied smile.

The dawn is too quiet, even the sun seems unwilling to part the drowsy night, as if afraid of being shocked by such a rare dream...

In the light and darkness, the beautiful lips moved slightly, murmuring a person's name over and over again, tirelessly, but so satisfied...

People in the world often say that people with thin lips are ruthless, but they don't know that they actually want to focus all their ruthlessness on the person who cherishes the most. However, they always succeed at the wrong time, wrong place, and wrong way. The fickleness in the eyes of the world...

Youlan's eyes opened quietly, and there was still a satisfied smile on the corners of his lips that hadn't had time to fade away. He just lowered his head, but there was no Yiren in his empty arms...

"Hao!" Mozun stood up abruptly, looked at the empty hall, and called out sharply.

"The subordinate is here." Hao appeared in response, bowed and knelt on one knee.

"What about people? What about others?!"

Hao Meng was stunned, he didn't understand what was going on, he had never seen such a panic-stricken lord, and he didn't know what the lord was talking about.

"Who?" Hao asked softly hesitantly, but Mozun fell into an ice cellar instantly.

That's right, how could Rong Ye come back again, how could he forgive... how could he be willing to come back, except for hurting him and humiliating himself...

"Get back..." Mozun sat cross-legged on the dark blue bed with one knee bent.

With one hand resting on his forehead, covering most of his face, people couldn't see his expression clearly at the moment, but the helplessness in his tone made such a tall and mighty man a little more sad and helpless.

Hao clasped his fists in salute, and retreated silently.

The handsome face covered by the palm is gloomy at the moment, and the corner of the mouth is still smiling as before, but at this moment it no longer has the arrogance of the past, but is completely self-deprecating.

Obviously I can still hug you, I can still feel your breath, I can still look at you, touch you, so close, so warm...

The remaining warmth is still there, but you are nowhere to be seen...

It turned out that it was just a dream after all, a dream that was too beautiful to make people not want to wake up, and would rather drown in it, but after all, it was an unfulfilled wish. After waking up from the dream, the fog cleared, he came quietly, and left without leaving a trace , not a word of conversation, not a trace of nostalgia...

Bits and pieces of the past emerge, and the Demon Lord, who has always been self-confident and self-contained, has to pray to the unreachable God, even if he goes back to the past, even if he still ignores him and always looks indifferent Looks good too!

At least he is still by my side, at least I can still see him, touch him, tell him that he loves him, and I can try my best to beg his forgiveness...

Unlike now, he can't even know his life or death!

The magic power stirred up by emotions instantly shattered the utensils and furnishings in a room, and outside the hall, the six ghost servants who heard the ping-pong sound in the room could only guard the door like a statue, not daring to approach.

"My lord, my lord..." The palace door was suddenly pushed open, and Hao walked in alone, followed by another person, hesitating in words.

The Mozun didn't respond, didn't even raise his head, his eyes were still closed, his big hands covered most of his face.

If it was a normal day, even if there was a big event, Hao would not dare to come in and be cannon fodder in Mozun's state, let alone insist on talking to him.

"Your Majesty..." Looking at the man behind him, Hao continued to call with a little scalp numbness.

The Mozun impatiently waved his hand, and an invisible strong force shook Hao back and forth to the gate of the palace, never raising his head from the beginning to the end: "Get out!"

Hao looked hesitantly at the man behind him, and then stepped back as he said, and the hall returned to calm again, but it was not as good as the previous one.

The inaudible sound of footsteps sounded, but it was infinitely magnified in this too quiet hall.

Mozun frowned displeased: It seems that they have been too neglected to discipline them recently, all of them are too pushy and smug!

The footsteps sounded from far to near until they stopped in front of the bed, the Demon Lord raised his head suddenly, his eyes were full of impatient tyranny, his xing was red, he got up and stretched out his hand to grab the visitor by the throat, but he was seeing clearly Human moment hastily withdrew his hand, his sharp and sharp fingertips were only an inch away from the artery, and the fingertips could vaguely feel the warm temperature.

"Ming... Ye..." The Demon Lord stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief, afraid that his thoughts would become demons, everything was just an illusion, and he whispered softly, afraid that he would be startled by the moment that seemed to be a stolen gift .

I never knew that the distance that was only an inch was so far away, and the Demon Lord who never hesitated would be so hesitant and difficult to advance or retreat.

"Xu..." He whispered softly, and his eyes met, but Mozun's expression changed instantly.

Withdrawing his trembling and hesitant hand, Mozun once again put on the usual condensed and chilling expression between his brows, it was icy cold, and the corners of his slightly raised lips seemed to be a smile but not a smile: "You are not Rong Ye."

It's not a question, but an affirmation. Even though they are very similar, regardless of their facial features or voice, the impression they give people makes Mozun shocked. This is not the person he loves and has been waiting for for a long time...

It was not only Mozun who was also shocked, but also Xiao. Except for the two of them since their birth, no one can distinguish the two with such precision, let alone just a glance!

Seeing Mozun's Xiao sneer, it seems that there is no need to put on airs: "Your Excellency is so confident that you can't guess wrong?"

"If you don't want to die here, get out!" Mozun turned around, not even wanting to take another look.

Not long ago, a man who was affectionate and tender to him, but it took only a few dozen days to make such a big difference, all of this was Rong Ye's fault!If it wasn't for him to get in the way, how could Ling Xu change his mind!

"Xu... don't you remember me? I'm Xiao! You promised me that you would take me out of God's Domain! You said you liked me, you said you would take me to see all the flowers and flowers, and you still took me away Didn’t you enter Nine Heavens! It’s only been a few days and you forgot?!”

Xiao is sad, he is not willing, he is not willing, why is this love that is clearly his own being taken away by others for no reason!He doesn't believe it!

"I know who you are, so get out before I change my mind." Mozun waved his hand disdainfully without even turning his head.

"You treat me like this for Rongye?! What's so good about him? He's just my substitute, just a substitute, and you treat me like this for such a thing?! You..." Xiao's yelling stopped abruptly, Squeeze it in the palm of the Demon Venerable.

"You don't deserve to stand here and talk," Youlan's eyes turned red, as if he was trying to endure something, "If it weren't for you, he and I would never have come to such a place, don't think that everyone doesn't know what you have done Only Rong Ye would foolishly believe that you are his brother who truly loves him!"

With a violent wave of his hand, he swung the person to the ground, and the momentary suffocation was immediately reborn, causing Xiao's chest to heave violently.

"Forbidden techniques, spreading rumors to confuse people, colluding with the demons, and even secretly sending people to assassinate Rong Ye, those brothers of yours are not dead, maybe you can't figure it out for a while, or you don't want to think about it, but if they I really figured it out, maybe the ones who can't tolerate you the most are your good brothers!"

Mozun sneered and squatted down in front of Xiao, whispering softly, like whispers between lovers: "I spare your life, but in order to leave a way out between me and Rong Ye, I also want to see how you are. It's a good show of betraying relatives and friends."

The Mozun grabbed Xiao's chin, and his blue eyes were evil and bewitching: "Whoever dares to do something to my people, even if it is the fate, so what? It doesn't matter if you change your fate against the sky and turn the world around? You should be lucky, you can You have a good younger brother who is so willing to believe in you, otherwise this world would not have tolerated you long ago!"

Letting go, she tore off the curtain and gauze beside the bed as if in disgust, and kept wiping it.