His pupils shrank, he calmly retracted his fingers, and said quietly: "I can't hold her back for three days. In just two days, she slaughtered all seventy-two members of Nine Snakes with her own strength. "
Balian paused slightly, his voice deepened, and seemed a little defensive, and continued: "The old, weak, women and children, even the newborn babies have not been spared."
Ning Feiyan laughed softly and said, "You are blaming me for causing those innocent people to die in the hands of the Demon Lord because of my selfishness."
She raised her eyes and looked at him sideways, and continued: "The strong survive and the weak perish. This has always been the unchanging law of survival in the demon world. Since the Nine Snakes clan had the courage to rebel, they should have expected that such a day would come. The old, weak, women and children may be innocent, but there are more than tens of millions of innocent people who have died on the battlefield in this world."
The fire in the charcoal furnace burned extremely brightly, and the firelight was like blood, reflecting in Ning Feiyan's calm eyes, and her pale smile was still beautiful.
"Compared to being defeated in the war and becoming a prisoner of a plaything in the hands of the enemy, this way of death is not less pleasant."
She looked back and smiled, her neck still stained with sweat.
It was clear that she was talking about an extremely cruel fact, but her words and smiles were exceptionally gentle, and her unruffled eyes were like blurred ink strokes.
She chuckled: "Master, if you have time to pity these unrelated people, you might as well pity me."
"I'm going to die soon."
Of course, Balian could tell that she was in a critical state at this moment. She was not exaggerating in her words. The terrifying and evil power in her body was eating away at her few chances of survival.
It's just that he has never seen that woman speak so lightly of her own life and death.
Bailian said: "The Demon Lord is on his way, and you really don't have much time."
The flaming red orb shone between her ears. Ning Feiyan turned her beautiful face and stared at Bailian deeply, with a smile on her lips: "So, Master Si, are you willing to let me die?"
"In today's huge devil world, only I can help you find what you want."
"Isn't Mr. Si curious about what interesting things I saw in Xuanting Cave?"
Balian pursed his lips, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "So far, I have been unilaterally helping you to make this deal between you and me. I hope you won't let it happen soon." People are disappointed.”
"It's natural." Ning Feiyan curled her lips and smiled, with a familiar teasing look in her eyes.
People with soft ears are very good at handling things. At first, she thought that although Balian had a gentle temper, he was extremely stubborn at heart and had his own principles of doing things.
But after getting along with him recently, I found that he really easily exposed his weaknesses.
Sure enough, she heard Balian compromise again and said, "I can help you one more time."
Ning Feiyan's eyes became more mocking.
"But..." Balian stared at her for a long time, and his calm face suddenly smiled. He reached out and took off the magatama from Ning Feiyan's neck. His bright eyes were very profound and mysterious.
He said: "If I find out that you lied to me, I will give you a hard time in the future."
He had an innocent smile on his face, and the cruel words he uttered were not threatening at all, but more like a joke.
Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes out of habit, handed him the eerie fang in her hand, and turned her back to him again.
Pale hands gently pulled on both sides of the shoulders, and the loose nightgown easily fell to her waist.
The tall and graceful ridges are very smooth and moving, and the waist that can be grasped is thin and slender, giving people a fragile beauty that is thin and fragile.
The originally smooth and white snow back was now covered with small scars of different sizes. Those wounds seemed thin, but there was a bone-deep and dark evil spirit that was constantly eroding her meridians and divine palace.
A bright red bead was embedded deeply in her spine, constantly releasing a terrifying murderous aura that made her scalp tingle.
Balian looked down at the white fangs in his hand that looked like the bones of a monster, and frowned, "What is this?"
"The fangs of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor. He spent two thousand years cultivating in this fang. I have refined it for five hundred years, and there are still fifteen hundred years left. The fangs of the great emperor are deeply poisonous. It is very similar to the dragon poison of the dragon clan. Just now I used the mysterious fire to unblock and release all the remaining fifteen hundred years of cultivation, all of which were used to stimulate the poisonous intent in the fangs."
At this moment, Ning Feiyan was enduring great pain, her breathing gradually became heavier, and her voice was trembling and rapid.
"I want you to help me use that emperor's poisonous fang to open wounds all over my body, crush the shemali, and then pour all the poison in the fang into my body."
In the end, this guy was able to say sincerely: "That's all, thank you."
The calm tone seemed to say that he would pick a bowl of tea for me to drink, but he could not hide the stubbornness and madness in it.
Balian's knuckles holding the fangs turned white. For a moment, he couldn't understand why this woman could be so cruel and decisive to him.
Seeing his silence, Ning Feiyan thought he couldn't bear the pain, so he had no choice but to explain: "Only the emperor's thousand-year cultivation can perfectly conceal the breath of Shemoli. This is the devil world. If you want to survive, you can only in this way."
"I'm not afraid of pain."
Bailian said: "You don't need to explain so much to me. I understand the reason. I'm just thinking about which part to start."
It sounds like I'm preparing to eat roasted whole lamb.
Ning Feiyan frowned and said, "Speed up..."
"Ah!" Before she could finish her sentence, sharp black and purple fangs suddenly tore open a wound on her back without any warning.
The bitterness of the pain was quickly injected into her body, and the gushing wounds quickly turned black and red, filled with poisonous gas, and the bloody mouth was festering. The wounds were as hideous as a centipede crawling over, which was extremely terrifying.
The defenseless Ning Feiyan cried out in uncontrollable pain, her face turned pale from the pain, and her lips drew strands of blood.
Balian raised his hand and looked at the black blood drops slowly dripping from the tips of the fangs. He raised his eyebrows and said, "The scream sounds good. At least it makes you look more like a normal person."
Ning Feiyan gritted her teeth bitterly. The pain was so painful that she no longer had the strength to argue with him. Her shoulders were shaking and her teeth were clenching: "Continue..."
She didn't need to say anything. Balian didn't stop moving, and all the large and small scars on his back were opened and scratched one by one without any trembling.
As he moved, his dark eyes moved slightly, and his fair face was stained with bits of blood, which made his handsome and clean face look a bit sadder.
A drop of blood just happened to splash on the corner of his mouth. He touched the blood with the tip of his tongue. A simple taste revealed that the blood contained extremely terrible poison. He also didn't know that Ning Feiyan, who had added poison to the wound, could not Can hold on.
He kept moving and continued to open wounds one after another, and said in a calm voice: "Why don't you let Hongzhuang do this for you?"
Ning Feiyan was in so much pain that she almost fainted, but she knew that if she fainted at this moment, she would never wake up again. Balian talked to her because he wanted her to stay awake.
Her voice was low, as if she was mocking herself: "Although I hate her very much, I also understand her temperament very well. She attaches great importance to me. If she were to take action, how could she be as calm and decisive as Mr. Si, who could cut through the mess with a quick knife? The more she became, The more hesitant, the easier it is to make mistakes, and naturally the pain I will suffer will be ten times more severe than it is now." Her tone seemed to be complimentary, but in fact it was sarcastic.
"Well..." A very deep wound connected to the muscles and bones was opened, and Ning Feiyan couldn't help but let out a low groan of pain, and her whole body fell on the brocade embroidery on the table as if she was exhausted.
Soon, all the wounds on his back were torn open, looking like they had been torn apart by the fangs of an evil beast.
Balian put the tip of his fang against the bead between her waist bones and continued without raising his head: "Although you hated her so much, you still took her away to protect her at the last moment."
Ning Feiyan let out a mocking laugh: "It turns out that in your perception, I am such a gentle person, I am a bit flattered."
Balian shook his head and said: "In today's situation, you are not completely sure of surviving. If it is exposed, Hongzhuang in this palace will naturally die under the wrath of the Demon Lord immediately."
Ning Feiyan obviously didn't want to have such a boring topic with him. She urged in a tone of voice: "The Demon Lord is coming soon, please destroy that bead quickly."
"Now that you are seriously injured, it is a miracle that you can survive. If the poison is added to your body and the moment the bead is destroyed, the destructive power of Shemali will remain in your body forever. By then, You will feel luckier dead than alive.”
Because no one can bear such pain.
Ning Feiyan finally couldn't bear it any longer and looked back to glare at him. Her eyes were moist due to the pain, and she looked a little pitiful.
But even so, it still couldn't hide the calmness and fearlessness in her eyes.
Looking at such a look, Balian said nothing more, and pushed the fangs deeply in with his palms.
This moment was undoubtedly extremely painful.
Black and red blood rolled out, and Ning Feiyan suddenly tightened her grip on the brocade Shu embroidery on the table, her fingers pale.
But this time she didn't make any sound. Her eyes were blurry and dark, and she was strangely calm. Her expressionless pale face on the table looked like a ghost.
The tips of the fangs were still deeply embedded in the hideous flesh and blood wound on her back, and the fragments of the beads were still embedded in the blood and bones.
Bailian's eyelids twitched and his eyes darkened a little. Without saying a word, he dug out the bloody fragments one by one, his movements were extremely fast.
After cleaning up, he was about to take out his fangs when a cold hand soaked in sweat suddenly grabbed Balian's wrist.
Ning Feiyan grabbed his hand tightly and pulled it out with force. The fangs that were deeply embedded in her flesh suddenly pulled out a huge wound diagonally on her back.
The skin and flesh are rolled up, it's terrifying!
This woman is really ruthless, and she is really capable of covering up the bloody wounds caused by Shemali.
Under Balian's strange gaze, after she finished doing this, her palms were suddenly unable to loosen, her face turned pale, and her head was softly tilted to one side, like a fish about to die of thirst, no longer like a living person.
With most of her life taken away, she really doesn't know how to deal with the devil next.
With Balian's help, the wound was covered with a layer of medicine that did not help her injury at all, wrapped in a layer of gauze, changed into clean clothes, and cleaned up the bloody clothes.
Ning Feiyan shook her hands and poured a cup of cold tea on her cheeks.
…
The night is cool, the rain is falling, and the light is as bright as water.
His Majesty the Demon Lord quickly led people to search the Chaomu Palace. She glanced at the woman sitting on the elegant table collecting rain and cooking tea, her eyes focused on the still water like a deep pool: "Now the capital is full of wind and rain. The Lord of the Four Rivers is quite happy."
Ning Feiyan lowered her head to stir the soup and tea, hiding the haggard and pale look between her brows through the hot air, looking very elegant and gentle.
She took a celadon cup and filled it with tea. She made a gesture of invitation and said, "Although the wind and rain are strong, how can you walk around with wet clothes?"
She smiled slightly and elegantly: "It's rainy and cold, why don't Your Majesty sit down and have a sip of hot tea?"
The atmosphere in the palace was extremely depressing and heavy. Even Milu Shaojun, who was seriously injured and recovering, rushed here worriedly. Ning Feiyan glanced at the crowd behind the demon king and said with a smile: "Chaomu Palace has not been so lively for a long time. ”
Except for the Demon King, no one dared to enter that tea seat safely.
She sat opposite Ning Feiyan, picked up the celadon cup and smelled it carefully, her naturally charming eyes raised slightly, and said: "The Lord of the Four Rivers seems not surprised at all to see me?"
Ning Feiyan said: "I have heard a little bit about what happened in the city. Your Majesty is searching for that audacious thief. Now that he has appeared in my morning and evening palace, in your eyes, I am naturally suspicious."
The Demon Lord did not drink the tea. He sniffed it for a moment, then put down the porcelain cup in his hand and looked at her silently.
The expressions of Zang Xin, Mi Lu and others behind her were also solemn and profound, because as soon as they entered the palace, the air was filled with a lingering smell of blood and soup.
This is the Palace of Morning and Dusk, and Ning Feiyan likes to live alone.
Who was injured? The answer is naturally obvious.
Ning Feiyan sighed softly, followed the Demon Lord's actions, and put down the tea. She looked at her sincerely and seriously: "Then what does Feiyan need to do to prove his innocence?"
The hot pot has been cooked, and the hot boiling water made a popping sound on the small lid of the porcelain pot. Through the heavy fog, the Demon Lord's eyes were as flat as mirror water, and her tone was leisurely, with no hint of happiness or anger.
"According to common sense, a person who has been struck by samadhi will not live long at all. In fact, it would be easier to let nature take its course and let the person die in a damp corner where no one knows. But this person acted too rampantly. , I touched something I shouldn’t have touched, I really can’t swallow this breath.”
Ning Feiyan thought she was referring to the Jun Yu in Xuanting Cave, and said calmly: "I think this matter should be investigated thoroughly."
The Demon Lord nodded, looked sideways at the people behind him and said, "Go down."
Mi looked gloomy and said coldly: "What do you mean, this is the young concubine appointed by me, and it's not your turn to interrogate her?"
Ning Feiyan never thought that she could use her status as young concubine to solve today's predicament, and she could even say that she didn't have any expectations.
Listening to Milu's endlessly noisy voice, she was very upset, but with a good-natured face, she said warmly: "Your Highness, please leave the palace."
Today's Demon King looks calm, but in fact he is hiding a storm and anger.
Mi Lu was arrogant and wanted to plunge himself into the fire. Ning Feiyan could ignore his life or death, but once the demon king started killing, today's situation would be beyond her control.
Mi Lu looked choked up, shocked by her tepid attitude, and immediately led everyone to leave without caring about her life or death.
The Demon Lord stood up and closed the two palace doors with a flick of her sleeves. She looked at Ning Feiyan expressionlessly and ordered: "Take off your clothes."
Ning Feiyan had already expected this. She stood up slowly, untied her waist belt, and her long skirt was hanging around her ankles, showing her body under the bright light without any shyness.
Without waiting for the Demon Lord to move or make a sound, she turned around silently and showed her back openly.
Layers of snow-white gauze exuded strands of black and red moisture. Under the overlapping gauze, some ferocious bloody mouths were not wrapped tightly, and abnormally colored blood was leaking out, soaking the snowy back.
There was an obvious look of surprise in Demon Lord's eyes. She stepped forward and tore the gauze between her back. Regardless of the huge harm this would cause to Ning Feiyan, she threw away the blood-stained gauze. Looking at the wound on her back, he sneered: "Sihe stayed well in the palace, but he could be injured like this."
Ning Feiyan sighed, then curled up her little finger and blew, and then a kitten came out from the couch behind the curtain, meowed softly, came under Ning Feiyan, and rubbed it affectionately Her ankles.
Seeing this, His Majesty the Demon Lord narrowed his long eyes deeply. Although his expression was still serious, from the moment Mao'er appeared, the anger in her eyes did disappear a lot.
Ning Feiyan looked down at the cat, smiled at it dotingly, raised her toes and shook the cat's fluffy little head, she chuckled.
"On that day, there was civil strife in Hades, and Mao'er was kidnapped by the assassins of the Nine Snakes. It must be because of the disaster caused by the magatama on his body that I couldn't worry about Mao'er.
When His Majesty was in control of the spiritual chaos in Lanzhou, I set out for the Nine Snakes territory to rescue the cat. However, I never thought that I would meet three demon kings from the Jiaolong tribe there and besieged by them, which resulted in me being poisoned. , making His Majesty laugh. "
