The night wind washes away the empty city, the birds fly lonely, the frost is cold, and everything is completely silent. Only a solitary lamp lights up the yellow paper window lattice of the corner grocery store.
The dim yellow candlelight cast a blurry silhouette on the bluestone path.
The old man with a stooped back was sitting in front of the window, holding a delicate knife in his skinny palm. The blade was extremely thin, and the silver handle was as beautiful as a handicraft. There were several simple objects placed on the table.
He used the blade of the knife as a pen and gently painted on a soft, thin piece of leather made of an unknown material, as white as fresh snow, and carefully cut out a beautiful shape in his hand.
Putting down the pen sharpener, the old man took two more wolf hairs and held them between his fingers. The wolf hairs were lightly dipped in green ink and rouge, but his skinny hand wrote extremely steadily.
In a few strokes of painting, a delicate and beautiful face carved from jade was laid out on the crystal clear soft skin.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew open, blowing open the two ajar windows. The lights of the candlesticks swayed in the wind, and the old man's face, which flickered on and off, looked a little quiet and strange.
Just when the atmosphere was delicate, the old man's wrinkled eyes suddenly twitched, and there was a steady sound of footsteps on the deserted streets of the royal city.
The old man's eyes were slightly surprised, and then a smile appeared on his lips. He stood up and pushed the window sash further open: "Now that the devil's capital has become such a commotion, there are still people who are reluctant to part with this business. You are here early, guest. This dough is just one eye away from being painted. I have a cold at night, so why not sit in a humble house and wait for a while..."
The old man's pale voice suddenly froze in the sound of the wind. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the wrinkles on his face were like ripples in a pool ruffled by the wind, and he started to tremble slightly.
The person who came out of the window was not the Princess of Dongfu in his impression, but a middle-aged man with very ordinary appearance and clothes.
The man raised his hand with a casual expression, passed through the old window lattice, took the beautifully painted beauty skin on the table, spread it in his hand and looked at it carefully, his ordinary voice with a bit of cold ridicule: "You are still as bad as ever, Sikong."
The old man loosened his fingertips, and the wolf hair stained with vermilion and rouge fell off in shock. The trembling tip of the pen drew a bright red mark at the corner of the beauty's face, like a line of bloody tears slowly flowing out.
The man lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "It's such a shame to have such a beautiful face."
The name Sikong has long been banished and abandoned. There is only one person in the Six Realms who is qualified to call it out again.
The old man standing in front of the window was swaying and almost unsteady. He placed his palms heavily on the table to prevent him from falling down.
The man raised his eyes slightly and said sarcastically: "Why, where did the madness of killing brothers and feet go?"
Si Kong opened his lips tremblingly, his sickly eyes should not have shown any twisted madness, and his heart was so excited that it almost beat in his chest.
The moment he saw the man appear, he could no longer tell whether he was sad or happy, scared or frightened.
In an instant, my internal organs were stirred up with unparalleled frenzy and trembling. I never thought that I would be able to be so kind in my lifetime and see him again: "Father...Father..."
The general glanced at him, and Sikong immediately withdrew the title in his mouth. His face turned pale, and he squeezed his finger bones to force himself to calm down. He spoke carefully and respectfully: "Why are you here?"
"I heard from a distance that the little devil wanted to marry the king's husband, so I came to join in the fun, but I never thought that this devil world is still as boring as ever."
Although Jiangchen's tone was very calm, as his first child, Sikong could still hear the anger hidden in his words.
For this reason, Si Kong couldn't help but feel nervous, and then he realized that his youngest brother's weight in the hearts of the generals was probably a bit unusual.
During the Battle of Burning Sea, he led the immortals and gods across the sea and fought all the way to the Dark Continent that belonged only to the corpse demons. Including Si Li, all sixteen corpse demon royals were captured.
Fifteen royals were bloodletted and burned into the sea, their bones were shattered and ashes were thrown away, and their heads were collected as trophies by many immortals and gods. Such a tragic battle did not attract the ruthless ancestor of the Corpse King to take a second look at them with pity.
Except for the royal family Sili, who could make him look at him differently, Sikong had never seen a general care so much for anyone.
Now that the demon clan is in turmoil, that little guy is in a tribulation situation, and it is actually possible for him to separate his soul and leave the blood pool, and end up in this situation.
This made Si Kong smell something unusual.
Jiang Chen moved his fingertips lightly, and the beautiful face silently turned into dust particles, disappearing like snow dust on his fingertips. He looked at Si Kong who tensed up his muscles in front of him, and said softly: "I'm not here for you. , I will naturally not touch your life today."
Even so, Si Kong's highly nervous spirit still did not dare to relax even a little bit.
From the first day he planned to rebel, he never thought that his life would be in his hands at all times.
He knew very well that if the general really wanted to kill him, there would be no need to wait for him to show up in person, he would kill himself on the spot in exchange for blood.
In front of the generals, his life was so insignificant and unworthy of publicity.
Si Kong lowered his head very low and said in a submissive manner: "Si Kong is scared."
The general brushed off the gray wisps from his fingertips and said: "My clone soul is about to disappear. In this royal city, I am afraid no one can suppress your madness. I I'm not interested in your perverted murderous methods, and I don't know the purpose of your coming here, but I still want to explain a few words to you."
Si Kong hurriedly opened the hem of his clothes, knelt down in front of the man in fear, and knocked his head heavily on the ground: "Your Majesty, Si Kong will do whatever you say!"
The general looked down at the man in front of him, not even daring to show his true face for fear of offending him.
The general's eyes were as deep as the sea, showing no emotion: "Although I don't know how many memories you have recovered now, looking at your current appearance, it is obvious that you know your identity and origin..."
Sikong was about to answer yes, when the general added another sentence, which made him feel as if he had been struck dead by lightning: "And the goddess Yi on Mount Gusong."
Si Kong's expression was blank, his shoulders trembled slightly and he said, "Yes..."
The generals seemed not to notice his various abnormal behaviors, and his figure gradually became transparent under the moonlight: "Three hundred years ago, the goddess Yi crossed two realms alone, entered my blood pool, and asked me to protect her. A person in reincarnation is fine in this life.
Since my general has entered the realm of blood, I will never protect others. Even if she asks for repayment, I am not willing to compromise. In desperation, she retreats and begs for the next best thing. She only wants that person to be safe and survive. She can't do it alone. Lost at your hands. "
Si Kong raised his head, with a blank expression filled with astonishment: "You mean..."
The general said calmly: "This person is in the royal city now. You must not hurt this person."
Sikong asked: "Who is this person?"
The general pondered for a moment, but did not say who it was, but said: "Three inches below the shoulder, there is a peach blossom mark."
The faint horoscope almost made Si Kong's eyebrows tremble, as if he suddenly opened up the thick old scar on his heart. In the blink of an eye, blood was dripping, and half of his soul was numb with pain.
Si Kong's eyes almost couldn't stop the blood-red and ferocious look, and his fingers dug out ten deep marks on the ground. However, the person standing in front of him was a general, so he did not dare to make any mistakes.
He could only slowly digest that crazy energy into his body.
Si Kong raised his palms to cover his scarlet eyes, his fingers twitching slightly and trembling: "Thank you for your advice, sir, Si Kong... knows what to do."
At this moment, he had no idea how he responded to the general's order, and his whole mind was extremely confused.
There was only one crazy idea left in my mind.
The person who was crushed to pieces by his own hands finally entered reincarnation and entered his life chart, and would be entangled with him endlessly again!
The goddess Gusongshanyi...
But in this world, where is the Gusong Mountain...
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When Lin Zheng gradually returned to consciousness and woke up again, the sky was already bright. It was early in the morning, and the morning sunshine came through the window with the wind, and fell warmly on his face.
The moment Lin Zheng opened his eyes, he jumped up from the bed almost subconsciously. His hand habitually moved to his waist to draw the sword.
But when I checked it with my palm, it was empty.
After being unconscious for a long time, his chaotic and blurred vision gradually regained some clarity, and only then did he realize that he was sleeping in a strange palace.
He was stunned for a long time, at a loss, and just as he was about to call out a person's name, a rather cold voice came from beside him: "I knew you and thought you were the young master of a distinguished family in the Hou family. , I’m afraid those who don’t know think you are the reincarnation of the monkey head, and you are so restless even when you sleep.”
Lin Zheng turned around and said in surprise: "Ye Shu!"
The voice shouted so loudly that Ye Shu felt it was noisy and frowned displeased: "He's summoning the soul."
Lin Zheng had been sleeping for a few days and his throat was sore. He looked at the teapot and teacups neatly placed on Ye Shu's desk. He walked over without politeness, picked up the teapot and poured it into his mouth. A sip of hot tea.
He didn't mind the heat, so he swallowed the water, tea leaves, and peony like a cow chewing peonies.
With the hot tea in his stomach, Lin Zheng felt like he had regained some yang energy. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the chair. He was all surprised and surprised: "I'm still alive?!"
Ye Shu slowly sipped the tea in his cup, his posture was elegant and not at all frivolous. Compared to Lin Zheng, he looked more like a well-educated and well-educated young man: "The young Marquis who died bravely should be deeply loved by God. I have mercy on you, and besides, you respect your body and body, and even God will take it away from you."
It's a pity that this yin and yang tone really doesn't please Lin Zheng.
Sure enough, the face of the young Marquis fell down after surviving the disaster, and he no longer had any smile. He looked left and right, then looked again, frowning and said: "Where is this place? Look at the furnishings, how come it looks like a demon clan's palace?" Yu’s style.”
Ye Shu said calmly: "Of course it's because the place where you sleep is the Demon Clan Palace."
"What?!" Lin Zheng jumped up from the chair: "Are you crazy!"
Ye Shu was about to speak when his eyes suddenly flashed. He quickly put down the tea cup in his hand, saluted towards the door and said, "Brother Si Chen."
Lin Zheng hurriedly turned around and saw that Bai Lian was holding a three-layered food box in his hand. His clothes were loose and elegant, and he came with a graceful temperament: "Young Master Lin Zheng, are you awake? Are you still feeling unwell?"
Lin Zheng couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded when he saw him entering and exiting the Demon Realm Palace as easily as he was taking a leisurely stroll. He stared at him blankly as he put the food box in his hand on the table and took out a plate of roast chicken, a plate of Dongpo Pork, and two plates of cold salad. Tofu and two steamed buns are very rich.
"Brother Si Chen... what are you..."
"The young prince has absorbed a lot of essence for Minglong's heart, and his body is very weak. Now that he wakes up, he should eat something to cushion his stomach."
Lin Zheng was not in the mood to eat at this moment. He frowned and said, "I heard from Ye Shu that this is the palace of the Demon Realm."
Not to mention that he was absorbed and assimilated by Minglong's heart and should have escaped death, so how could he suddenly appear here.
And the awakened dark dragon should have slaughtered an entire world, but at this moment everything was calm and there was no hint of danger.
Even if Ye Shusichen has the ability to escape from the earth vein, there are wolves in front of him and tigers in the back. According to the devil's cruel and murderous temperament, when the monks in the earth vein leave the dragon vein, there is no reason to spare their lives.
Not to mention being able to eat well, drink well, sleep well, and be entertained like a guest.
Although Lin Zheng's thoughts were not as delicate and meticulous as Ye Shu's, he was definitely not shallow. He vaguely predicted something, and his words brought out a hint of probing.
Balian didn't hide anything: "Yes, this is the Palace of the Demon Realm. The room you sleep in is the Nianqing Palace newly awarded to you by the Demon Lord. No outsiders will disturb you here, so you can live in peace of mind."
Lin Zheng felt that his brain was a little exhausted: "What is the new reward given to me by the Demon Lord...Why did she give me this?"
Ye Shu's hurtful mouth started again: "If I don't give you this, do you want to die?"
Lin Zheng was furious like a cat stepping on its tail: "You know that's not what I'm talking about! I, the majestic Marquis of Daze Kingdom, serve the monarch of Ze Kingdom, the Emperor Lin! When will it be the turn of a foreign king to reward me!"
Ye Shudan said: "Young Master is so arrogant. If you don't like it, you can come out of the palace right now and repeat those iron words you just said loudly. I promise not to stop you."
Lin Zheng paused and became speechless.
Ye Shu was always like this. He didn't need to explain too much nonsense in front of him. Although his sinister and desperate tone often made him extremely depressed and unhappy, he could always get to the point and tell him to calm down.
After regaining his composure, Lin Zheng stopped arguing with Ye Shu. He looked at the calm-looking Bai Lian with complicated eyes: "Brother Si Chen, who are you? With your great ability, I don’t think I’m just afraid of people who came from the war slave camps, right?”
Although Lin Zheng had an unruly temperament, and there were many aspects of his behavior that Balian found undesirable, but compared to the group of monks on the Earthline Journey, Lin Zheng could be said to be aboveboard.
What's more, when the sun rose from the earth's veins, the female demon king was guarding the gate of the formation, and his identity was instantly known to those monks who had nothing to do with him.
So now in front of Lin Zheng, there is no need to deliberately conceal his identity and purpose.
Balian briefly sorted out his words and then explained what happened, including the bet between him and the female devil.
As Lin Zheng listened, he was extremely shocked and bewildered. His jaw almost dropped to the ground with his jaw dropped. After listening for a long time, the young Marquis only grasped one key point: "The king of the world is so uncertain. She actually committed such an evil deed of robbing a man of the people, so if she sees me, a handsome young man with extraordinary appearance, wouldn't he also be unable to escape bad luck?"
What's more important is that Lin Xiaohou, who said such exaggerated and narcissistic words, didn't even mean the slightest bit of joking on his face, but looked really frightened and worried about it.
Bailian paused slightly while fiddling with the food plate, looked up at Lin Zheng, and said nothing.
Ye Shuyan looked at Bai Lian's face, then at Lin Zheng's face, and shook his head. He really didn't understand where he got the confidence to say such shameless words.
