When Balian returned to consciousness again, it was unknown how much time had passed.
He barely opened his heavy eyelids, but what he saw was darkness. Even the corpse demon's innate ability to see in the dark seemed useless here.
The first time he woke up, his body was numb, and the pain from the penetrating wound on his chest came slowly.
A burst of burning, indescribable pain invaded from the piece of flesh and blood, and a large area of his body was wet with blood. It was indescribably cold and sticky, and extremely uncomfortable.
While thinking slowly, he recalled the long knife in Hongzhuang's hand that penetrated his body.
The feeling of the moment when the Youhan blade penetrated his body seemed to still remain in his mind. That knife seemed to have the special power to seal the corpse bead.
The corpse bead in his body seemed to be dead. No matter how Balian summoned him and tried to contact it, he was still to no avail.
Even the corpse demon's healing talent failed, and the wounds on his chest were not healed at all. Even during the bumpy road, the flesh and blood continued to crack and the injuries worsened.
The suspended feeling under his body made it clear to Balian that he was not on the ground now. The small space around him was shaking slightly, and he seemed to be locked in a container space.
At this time, the sound of a huge door opening was heard from the outside world, followed by a conversation above his head.
"Welcome Master Sihe to return to the Demon Realm." Listening to this voice, it seems that he is the demon guard guarding the city in the underworld.
Ning Feiyan responded calmly and asked casually: "Has your Majesty returned to the King's City of Hades?"
The demon guard replied: "His Majesty the Demon Lord returned to the palace seven days ago and has been meditating in the palace for cultivation."
"Yes." Ning Feiyan responded again: "This is the secret feather I found from the Heluo clan. I heard that there are ancient spirits in your Qingzhou Thirteen tribes who caused chaos and killed and injured many city guards. This feather can Repair the damaged barrier that suppresses the ancient spirits, and hope that fewer people will die against the Qingzhou Thirteen."
Her tone was gentle and easy-going, completely different from that night when she killed thousands of ghost soldiers.
The demon guard was immediately frightened and said with great gratitude: "This... Lord Sihe is so thoughtful and considerate. He is so caring about the trivial matters of the Thirteenth Department of Qingzhou despite his busy schedule. How could Qingzhou be so virtuous..."
"The auxiliary chariots are dependent on each other, and the lips are cold and the teeth are dead. The Thirteen Departments of Qingzhou are important members of our world, so naturally there is no room for loss." Ning Feiyan spoke with a standard, even if he gave enough favors and benefits, he would not call these demons Little people feel that they are picking up people's wisdom and receiving charity from others.
In just a few words, this little demon guard could have taken out his heart and lungs and given it to her.
Bai Lian didn't know where Ning Feiyan's patience came from. When he returned to the world, he was able to exchange a few words with the demon guard.
But gradually, he really realized that Ning Feiyan was not simple.
During the exchange between the two, the Demon Guard suddenly said: "By the way, Master Sihe, when Master Erhe Buried Heart reported the report of the Demon Realm Army to His Majesty the day before yesterday, His Majesty had his demon bone injured. His Majesty's mood seems to be... these days... It is extremely violent and undesirable. I heard that Master Milu asked you to go to the Zhenming Palace to burn incense for His Majesty in the past few days. I think... this matter can be pushed away, right?"
"Your Majesty is in a bad mood?" Ning Feiyan said in a tone that sounded like a smile but not a smile. "That's a coincidence. I just happened to catch a little gadget recently, which can amuse Your Majesty."
Her voice was smiling, but a little inscrutable: "Your Majesty will be very happy."
The demon guard looked at Ning Feiyan's smiling face and couldn't bear to awaken her innocence.
Your Majesty has been in the demon world for many years, slaughtered gods and demons, and entered the Netherworld Palace. How could a demon with thunderous skills win joy from a mere toy?
But don't wait until Mengzi is teased, instead he will end up in pain.
He glanced at the iron cage behind Ning Feiyan that was held by Hong Zhuang.
A layer of black curtain was placed around the cage, blocking out the atmosphere and making it difficult to see clearly what it was.
But most of this thing was brought back from the human world.
The Demon King doesn't like things in the world. If this gadget is given away, Master Sihe's fate will probably be no better than that of Erhe.
From the conversation between the two, Balian could tell that he was probably in the demon world at the moment.
Ning Feiyan sealed his cultivation and imprisoned him in this cage as if he was planning to please the devil.
But why did she think that giving him as a gift would make the devil happy?
Ning Feiyan was by no means such a superficial person, and Bailian didn't believe that her purpose of forcing him to the demon world was so simple.
At this time, the voice of the demon soldier came from the outside: "I wonder what this little toy in the cage is, Master Sihe?"
Ning Feiyan smiled meaningfully, but before she could speak, a cold wind with murderous intent blew fiercely from the direction of the rift valley.
Hongzhuang found it difficult to stand firm in the strong wind. She staggered a few steps, and a corner of the black cloth covering the iron cage in her hand was lifted.
A few rays of starlight from the demon world fell faintly into the cold iron cage.
With the help of the faint starlight, Bai Lian saw Ning Feiyan standing steadily in the chaotic wind. Her eyes were like smoke and she glanced at him lightly. The black hair on her shoulders was fluttering messily in the wind. She was really beautiful.
"I have been out of the world for too long, causing the demon world to become so disordered. I also brought all the dirty and vulgar things from the world into the palace. Feiyan, when did you become so unruly?"
As these words started to sound, a particularly sickly and thin young man climbed up the stairs.
He looked very young, and was wearing a gorgeous robe embroidered with black and gold mature dark patterns that was extremely inconsistent with his age and appearance.
His eyebrows were gloomy, and his voice did not hide the pride and ruthlessness in his bones.
His voice was not as childish as his appearance. The slightly hoarse voice was full of the smell of blood, and contained a bit of uncomfortable madness.
Perhaps it was because he was not very tall and was slightly stooped. His back was bent very deeply, as if there were no bones to support him, so his walking posture at this moment looked a bit ugly.
If he claims to be me, then he can only be Milu, the young master of the demon clan.
Bailian's fingertips were slightly stiff.
That day in the sea, he seriously injured Milu like that, but he still left the Bronze Gate alive.
Balian confirmed his current situation and felt that it was really terrible.
If Milu opened the curtain and saw him at this moment, he wouldn't even need to cross the gate of the demon world and go deep into the dragon's pond and tiger's den. He would probably sleep here forever.
The world is often full of coincidences. When you hope that something will not happen, the reality will always be difficult to meet your expectations.
A pale and skinny hand stretched out unceremoniously and picked up a corner of the black cloth.
Ning Feiyan didn't stop him, but looked calmly at Milu as he lifted up the black cloth with a bit of coldness.
Outside the iron cage, Balian saw the sinister face of the young demon king. His face was sinister and ruthless, and his whole temperament was thin, thin, and cruel.
His eyes were as cold as a snake's on Balian's body. Surprisingly, Balian could not see any emotion of hatred and resentment that he imagined in his cold eyes.
There was a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were like strangers meeting him for the first time: "What do you think it is? You can handle this little gadget?"
Bai Lian frowned, and the way Mi Lu looked at him... really didn't look like he was looking at a human being.
Ning Feiyan smiled and said: "Your Highness, Shaojun, you are serious. This is just a kitten I adopted in the Demon City. Thirty years ago, it was greedy and lost its traces when it went to the human world. It was only recently that it was found. Demon Lord Your Majesty has been alone all this time, and Feiyan thinks this kitten is cute and lovable, so I think it can relieve His Majesty's loneliness."
kitten?
Balian looked up at Ning Feiyan in astonishment, and she also looked down at him, with a hint of teasing and sarcasm in her smiling eyes.
He saw a clear and bright reflection in Ning Feiyan's dark, mirror-like eyes.
The cage in Hongzhuang's hand was not big and could not hold a human being at all. In the cold iron cage, he turned out to be a cat with snow-white hair and a few dark circles?
The appearance is actually somewhat similar to the little tiger that Xiao Junjun transformed into.
As if struck by lightning, Bai Lian couldn't understand what Ning Feiyan wanted to do.
Mi Lu snorted coldly and said coolly: "That little girl just broke the seal a few days ago and returned to the demon world. She hurt Burial Heart on the other side, so you rushed to give her a gift. I don't know. , I thought you thought I had broken my magic wings, broken my spine, and saw that I was incompetent and useless, so you were anxious to change my master to serve me."
"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" Ning Feiyan said with a smile: "Your Majesty is the king of the demon world, so he is the master of the demon world, so there is no talk of changing the owner."
As if his scales were brushed against his back, Milu Qisen's eyes were filled with fierce anger.
With a cold look on his face, he slapped the iron cage to the ground, and a jet-black magic mist flew out of the sleeves of his robe.
The mist quickly enveloped Ning Feiyan's sleeves, and she didn't resist. With a smile in her eyes, she allowed her neck to be strangled by the magic mist, and her whole body was lifted up in the air.
Milu's eyebrows were deeply stained with bitterness, and he stared at Ning Feiyan sadly.
"How dare you show off your words with me! You are my future young concubine! Your master can only be me from the beginning to the end. Don't try to escape from me with your crooked thoughts.
Ning Feiyan, your heart, body and even a hair can only be mine! Your life and death are all at my will! Don’t forget, what is the mission of your birth? ! "
The demon guard guarding the city froze in fear, his face was pale, and the veins on the back of his hands were stretched, but he still did not dare to say a word.
The skin of Ning Feiyan's slender neck was stretched out of shape, but her eyes were still clear, her voice was gentle and sweet, and there was no trace of rebelliousness.
"What is your Highness angry about? Of course Feiyan knows what His Highness said. Feiyan just wants to bring his cat back to the royal city today. Since His Highness is not happy, Feiyan will not give it away."
Milu saw that her expression was not perfunctory, and her appearance was even more docile. His violent, inferior, and uneasy heart was immediately soothed.
The magic mist suddenly dissipated, and Ning Fei's smoke fell to the ground again, leaving an ugly red mark on her snow-white neck.
Milu was so angry just now that his mind was not very clear, so he used the cursed poison collected from the Great Demonic Witch Territory on her without thinking.
Once this poison touches the body, it cannot be driven away for three years. The skin will burn like fire and the body will be entangled with filthy poison, which is extremely unbearable.
The antidote to the curse's poison had not been refined yet, so it was too late for Milu to feel regretful and distressed.
However, when he saw Ning Feiyan's gentle eyebrows and no resentment, he breathed a sigh of relief, and his gloomy face rarely softened.
He coaxed in a gentle voice: "I was angry just now, so don't blame me. Speaking of which, it's because Feiyan did something unflattering. Why didn't you show me the funny gadgets at the first time? Are you not allowed to get jealous?"
Milu obviously has a twisted character who worries about gains and losses. One moment he was violent and violent, but now he is gentle and good-tempered.
It was obvious that he really liked Ning Feiyan, otherwise he wouldn't have stayed here as soon as she returned to the demon world.
Milu, with some remedial intention to please, then bent down and condescended to pick up the cat that fell in the cage on the ground for her.
Ning Feiyan's eyes moved, but she didn't let him touch her cat at all. With a wave of her sleeves, she took the iron cage back to her hand before him.
She glanced at Bailian who had fallen badly in the cage, frowned quietly, and then quickly dispersed.
Ning Feiyan smiled lightly, took out the cat from the cage, held it in her arms, and said, "My cat is injured, and it won't be good if the blood stains His Highness's clothes."
Mi Lu saw that her gauze sleeves were indeed stained with blood and looked really dirty. He nodded and said warmly: "It's getting late. You should go to bed early. As for the trouble of burning incense to guard her heart, , I will settle it for you, don’t worry.”
Ning Feiyan's eyes dropped, and there was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes. Only Balian, who was lying in her arms, saw it.
"In that case, please trouble Your Highness more."
Bailian never knew that Ning Feiyan, the fourth river in the demon world, was actually the future young concubine of the demon clan. When he first entered the demon world and knew such a secret, it was not a wasted trip.
Ning Feiyan is a Sihe, and she has her own royal palace to live in.
Surprisingly, the furnishings of the place where she lived were not extravagant and gorgeous. Only four lamps were lit in the huge palace, and a light layer of dust fell on the seats.
There were no extra attendants in the hall, and it was deserted. There were only two people, her and Hongzhuang.
After entering the palace, Ning Feiyan was not afraid that Bailian would run away, so she threw him under the couch and said to Hongzhuang, "Go and make him a cat nest."
Hongzhuang looked embarrassed. She was good at killing people, but she was really not good at this kind of craft.
But she had always obeyed Ning Feiyan's orders. Even if it was difficult, she would not hesitate to step back and study how to make a cat nest.
The wound on Balian's chest was not bandaged, and Ning Feiyan seemed to be extremely relieved about him. Even with such a fatal injury, she felt that he would not die even if he was not treated.
Bailian's body is very weak, and he can't move for the time being due to excessive blood loss.
Ning Feiyan didn't like drinking tea. There was only water in her palace. She wet the embroidered handkerchief with the water and slowly wiped the blood on her sleeves: "Now that you've woken up, don't you have anything to ask?"
She turned her face sideways, stared intently at Balian with those dazzling eyes, and said with a smile: "Although I have banned your body, I have not banned your speech."
Balian was full of questions and didn't know where to start, and he knew that with Ning Feiyan's temperament, if he asked some key questions, she wouldn't really give the answers.
He thought for a while and then said: "Why did you pick me up before you walked across the road just now? You didn't seem to want him to touch me."
Ning Feiyan was startled, as if she didn't expect that he would ask an irrelevant question as soon as he opened his mouth.
She put down the handkerchief, held her chin with her bare hand, looked at him with a half-smile, and said, "I told you, it's very dirty."
Balian was silent for a moment and said, "If you feel dirty, how about you stop the bleeding first?"
Ning Feiyan laughed out loud: "What I'm saying is, Mi Lu is very dirty. If he touches you, I won't hug you anymore. This is not possible. If this is the case, how will I use it in the future?" You?"
Balian was puzzled: "Use?"
Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes: "That's what it means literally, little bastard~"
