The evil spirit condensed into ice bit by bit in her eyes, and she regained her indifferent expression.
As she pointed her finger, the Yang Yan hidden in the ring inlaid with gold and jade was thrown out, turning into a chain of blazing flames.
"It's late tonight, so please retreat. As for the Demon Queen, in order to avoid trouble in the fairy world, I think you all know what you should do, right?"
Just listen to Zhi Yuyan's heartbreaking scream, being tightly bound by the flaming chain.
Her newly unearthed corpse demon body was as invisible to the sun and fire as a newborn. When it was bound like this, the flesh and blood on her body suddenly became stinky and burst, and she lost the ability to fight back.
The female demon king couldn't express her anger towards Balian, so she had to vent her anger on Miluzhi Yuyan, mother and son.
With this order, the surviving demon ministers dared not delay. The two set up the demon queen Zhi Yuyan, and one of them sacrificed the sharpened Yang wood and poured it into Zhi Yuyan's heart without hesitation.
At this time, Zhi Yuyan didn't even have the strength to scream, and a desperate low moan came from her throat.
The blood pupils gradually became lighter and returned to deathly black, and the mature and charming face was also covered with corpse spots bit by bit.
His black hair became gray, and when he tilted his head, he completely lost control of his body.
"No!!" Milu's heart was so angry that he burst into tears. He yelled, "How dare you touch my mother! No! Don't take her away!"
"Your Highness, Shaojun, why are you doing this? The Demon Queen is no longer the empress she was before. She is now just a corpse manipulated and persecuted by traitors. She can't remember you, so why should she not be allowed to rest in peace after her death? Here!" A demonic minister earnestly advised.
"That's my queen mother! I won't let you do this to her! Get your dirty hands off!!"
"Your Highness, please don't make things difficult for us."
A group of demon officials seemed to be trying to persuade him, but they couldn't see the incompatibility between the demon king and the young master. They didn't know the severity of their attacks, and secretly stabbed Milu hard on the spine.
His face turned pale immediately, he pounced on him like a dog eating shit and fell to the ground, but he did not forget to hold on to the hem of Zhi Yuyan's clothes tightly. This time, even his mother did not call out, with red eyes: "Mom! Auntie! You don't want to Let’s go! Don’t leave me alone!”
Zhi Yuyan, who tilted his head and his eyes lost their vitality, seemed to have been triggered by something.
She should have lost consciousness. Somehow, she slowly raised her head, looked at Milu and slowly opened her mouth and said "Ahh..." twice.
Two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed out of the corpse demon's eyes.
Blood gushed out from her mouth, making her pale face look extremely miserable.
"Ah...ah... Tao'er, Tao'er..."
Tao'er, this slightly tacky and delicate name is unfamiliar to others, but for Milu, it is the best nickname in the world to accompany him through his youth.
Is there only one person in this world who has called him that?
Milu was almost crazy. Regardless of the severe pain in his body, he was about to struggle up from the ground with disheveled hair, but was pinned to the ground by a demon officer with quick eyes and hands.
Mi Lu grabbed the hem of Zhi Yuyan's clothes tightly, and let out a miserable cry and howl in his throat: "She still has memory! She still has memory! Don't kill my mother-in-law again... don't !”
Most people in the devil world gather to support those who are superior and those who are inferior because of profit.
Since the return of the Demon Lord, Milu has repeatedly failed to challenge the Demon Lord and has refused to change his ways.
Tonight, the Demon Lord is going to throw the Demon Queen into the royal tomb in front of everyone and His Highness Milu. It is obvious that he has no intention of showing any mercy to him.
Although because of Milu's status as young master, it would be difficult to use him to ask for favors from His Majesty the Demon King and go too far, after all, the king's order has been issued.
The corpses all over the ground need to be cleaned up. Milu is so excited and obstructive, and after several delays, His Majesty is afraid that his Majesty will think that they are doing something bad.
No one wants to throw away the newly obtained high-ranking official and wealth.
Gradually, everyone lost their patience, and their attacks became more brutal and harsh, with a dull sound of banging and banging on him.
Several people gathered around him and seemed to persuade him gently, but in fact they blocked the view of the outside world, pushed him to the ground, and punched him several times.
Milu didn't even make a sound, he just endured everyone's abuse, and blood gushed from his mouth and nose.
He leaned on the cold ground, wincing in pain, but never let go of the hand that held the hem of his clothes tightly.
Zhila!
Someone quickly drew out his sword and cut off the hem of Zhi Yuyan's clothes. Mi Lu grabbed the hem of Zhi Yuyan's clothes and crawled forward desperately. Several people grabbed his shoulders and crushed him as hard as a dog. Crushed to the ground.
Milu's whole head was buzzing, his throat was sore and dry, and his ears were filled with the roar of his own madness, and he didn't know what he was yelling about.
In the midst of the chaos, he heard a deep and urgent voice above his head: "Crucify her!"
Milu's struggling movement suddenly stopped, and for a moment, the blood flow seemed to freeze into ice.
However, before he could react, all the penis wood remaining outside his body penetrated mercilessly into the heart of the woman in front of him.
The momentum of the nail was extremely fierce, and the blood-stained cone head penetrated directly through the back of the woman who was full of resentment just a moment ago.
Suddenly, like a pierced rubber ball, the Yin Qi surged out of his clothes, and his long black hair turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The plump skin quickly dried up and turned yellow, and the essence under the skin was crazily devoured by the wooden cone.
At this moment, all Milu could see was bright red liquid, which made him feel frightened and felt that he had died for once in this world.
Zhi Yuyan was like a withered flower that could no longer support the weight of her body and fell straight down.
The bulging eyeballs turned miserably in the dry and sunken eye sockets, and the face looked like a bitter melon exposed to the sun, covered with ferocious wrinkles horizontally and vertically.
Where can I see the unparalleled splendor of being half-incarnated as the Demon Queen?
But the look she looked at Milu was different from this ferocious appearance. Instead, it revealed a bit of peace and harmony of a dying tree.
She looked at Milu without turning her eyes, as if she was missing a glance. She moved her dry and peeling mouth slightly, and her voice was hoarse and low: "Tao... Tao'er, don't be naughty, take good care of your sister." ...Take good care of your sister..."
The intermittent words were suddenly cut off like candles in the wind.
The look in the woman's eyes gradually faded away, completely turning into a cold corpse.
Several people picked her up and quickly dragged her out of the palace.
Milu was like an abandoned beast, roaring and running after him while rolling and crawling.
The strange thing is that Erhe Xinxin, who had been loyal to Milu in the past, quietly did not say a word when His Highness Shaojun suffered such despair and humiliation.
It wasn't until the movement outside the palace gradually faded away that the female devil withdrew her calm eyes from the door of the palace and said calmly: "The night show is over, please leave here."
The remaining people in the hall also dispersed with a sparse greeting.
Just as Balian was about to follow the crowd and leave, the voice of the female devil came again:
"Lord Shouhe, please stay. I have something to say privately with you."
Bailian sighed helplessly and stopped.
It wasn't until all the demon ministers in the palace left that the female demon king waved to him from the throne.
The gentle voice did not sound like a demon king speaking to his ministers: "Come up, I have something to say to you."
Balian hesitated for a moment, met her gaze, and finally walked forward slowly.
The female devil patted the mostly empty throne next to her and said, "Sit down and talk."
Balian frowned and said, "I don't..."
"You have neither a king nor any dignity in your heart, and you have no intention of establishing yourself in the demon world, so why should you imitate other people's lies." The female demon monarch cut off his words with an unmistakable look.
Balian had no choice but to sit down as he was told. To others, this king's throne might be a symbol of royal power that should not be coveted or violated.
But to him, it was just a wider iron chair.
Just as the female devil said, he has no intention of being in the devil world.
Different from the past, the two rarely sat on the same chair quietly and harmoniously, and the female devil did not touch him like before.
The atmosphere was quiet for a long time.
She suddenly asked: "Why are you protecting me today?"
Bailian was stunned for a few moments, then laughed at himself and said, "Your Majesty's hidden strength is unfathomable. I'm just trying to make people laugh."
"I'm asking you, why did you stand up to protect me today?" The female demon king's eyes were burning.
Balian: "..."
The female devil burst out laughing. She took the white jade hairpin from her hair and rubbed it carefully on her fingertips:
"Actually, if you don't answer me, I can guess how you could so easily agree to be my Fengjun in front of everyone.
Everything you have done here tonight is just retreat in order to advance, right? "
Balian didn't think he could hide it from her. He turned around and looked into her eyes: "Since your Majesty has guessed my intention, why bother to ask more questions?"
The female devil looked a little helpless: "I won't charge you any money? Would you rather accept Ning Feiyan than like me?"
Balian shook his head, looked at her and asked seriously: "Your Majesty, do you like me?"
The tip of the hosta suddenly pricked her fingertips due to shock, and bright red blood dropped slowly from the white fingertips.
The female devil looked at him blankly and said very frankly: "I like you! I like you! I like you more than anything else in the world!"
Balian slowly lowered his eyes: "Actually, I've been curious and puzzled for a long time. When did you develop this special emotion for me?"
At first, Balian just thought that all the love she expressed towards him was just some kind of conspiracy and possession method.
But after getting along with her for a long time, he found that the female devil's feelings for him didn't seem to be fake.
It was so strong and hot that he felt that this emotion was far beyond the scope of normal human love.
But in the world of Bronze Gate, they are clearly still life-or-death enemies.
Why did she change so much once she entered the demon world and stayed there for a long time?
Or is it that, from the beginning in the world of Bronze Gate, her feelings towards him have been like a silent volcano of backlog and restraint?
I saw the female devil slowly placing the hosta in her hand on the table, her eyes flashing with complex emotions of struggle, gloom and tangle.
She moved her lips slightly, as if she had thought of the words to explain.
Since he had asked the question that had been bothering Balian for a long time tonight, he naturally would not give her a chance to easily fool her.
He slowly raised his head, frowning, his gentle expression looked a little serious for a moment, he looked into her eyes and said slowly.
"Aluo, what on earth did you hide from me?"
Every syllable was like a small silver hammer, hitting A'luo's sensitive blood vessel terminals heavily and forcefully!
The surrounding air suddenly became extremely thin, and the uncontrollable and chaotic heartbeat pushed the blood flow to the limbs and bones.
A'rao slowly opened his eyes wide, his hands and feet instantly became cold. Looking at the person so close in front of him, he seemed to have the illusion that reality and nightmare were intertwined and overlapping.
The feeling of death and suffocation suppressed her until she felt dizzy. A'luo swayed violently and placed one hand heavily on the table.
For a moment, A'luo thought that Balian was remembering something, which made her reveal a wolf-like fierce and desperate look, and looked at Balian in disbelief: "What...are you calling me?!"
This reaction seemed to be more exciting than Balian had imagined.
Baili's heart sank, and she secretly thought that her past life was indeed closely related to her.
Looking at the confused female devil, Balian's eyes remained unchanged. Although he was full of doubts, he wanted to dig out the truth of the past. He once again spoke calmly and whispered: "Aluo .”
Those two words, like a string soaked in poison, suddenly tightened her heart.
A'luo almost lost his mind and knocked the royal table in front of him miserably, trying to get up and escape.
How could Balian give her a chance? He leaned up, grabbed her arm firmly and pushed her to the throne.
His Majesty the Demon King, who was clearly capable of killing many demon officials in an instant, had no use for her terrifying cultivation at the advanced level. With her mind in a state of confusion, she was as easy to bully as a child in front of Balian.
Balian firmly buckled her on the huge seat, put one hand heavily between the armrests of the seat, and held her in his arms.
However, he half-raised his body steadily and failed to touch the hem of her clothes. The ambiguous posture of the man on top and the woman on the bottom actually lost the slightest hint of charm.
The crown on top of the female devil's head has been knocked crookedly and is hanging down on her shoulders. Her black hair is falling messily. Her chest is rising and falling violently, and her body is shaking violently. Her dark eyes are open, which actually gives Balian a feeling that she is being held captive at the moment. People have hollowed out their bodies and filled them with countless terrible and despairing illusions.
She is scared, and she is also angry!
At the same time, she turned her head away as if to escape, avoiding Bailian's scrutinizing eyes, as if struggling to death: "I don't know who A'luo is?"
This look made the blood vessels in Balian's forehead throb heavily.
An extremely absurd idea suddenly arose in his mind.
In fact, he did not have a completely blank memory of the three nights of smoking and drinking with Ning Fei in Xianling City.
With many in-depth exchanges with Ning Feiyan in recent days, the romantic memories lost that day are echoing in my mind bit by bit like the scales of a big fish.
Among them, the clearest fragments of words are those that are extremely absurd:
Aluo...
Rebellious disciple...
As a teacher...
Hidden sword...
Wait for words that are unclear but can make people's hearts beat faster.
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