Ling Yun raised the golden wine glass, exchanged it with him, and drank the cup of wine.
Dark clouds surged over the grotto outside the Demon Lord's Palace, and the breeze blew, causing the dazzling red gauze hanging in the room to flutter gently. She regretted that she had not married him earlier.
She supported Nangong Qi's body, and the two of them sat beside the grotto, looking at the bright moon in the sky, which was so big and round that it was as beautiful as if you could pick it off with your hand.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
She leaned forward and nestled in his cold arms, the breeze gently blew Nangong Qi's silvery white hair, and the white hair brushed her cheek, as if he was alive.
It felt as if he was gently lifting her cheek with his long fingers.
Ling Yun looked at the bright moon in the sky and sighed: "The moon is so round tonight. It's really a good day for people and the moon to reunite, don't you think?"
The wind gently brushed her cheek, as if conveying Nangong Qi's deep love for her. She reached out and clasped his five slender fingers, intertwined them with them, pillowed them in his arms, and fell asleep.
At dawn, the red wax burned all night and finally went out at dawn. The red candle tears are like the tears in the hearts of the newlyweds.
In the early morning, Ling Yun tried to comb Nangong Qi's hair. Nangong Qi's body was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, with his eyes still closed.
Ling Yun moved gently, but still combed away a strand of white hair. She looked at the strand of white hair, her eyes trembling slightly, and then she looked at the man in the mirror. The makeup on his face could no longer hide the signs that he was decaying.
Although the scar left by the night ceremony has healed, it is now showing signs of festering.
Ling Yun's hand holding the comb was shaking. Her legs softened and she knelt in front of Nangong Qi.
Seeing the signs of decay on his face, she felt terrified in her heart. She didn't want to lose him, but everything was just her deceiving herself.
He really won't come back.
Ling Yun frantically folded up his white sleeves, and unbearable spots began to appear on his arms.
She hurriedly went to hold his face again, but his long neck couldn't support it on its own, and when he tilted his head, he drew a graceful arc.
Nangong Qi's head hung heavily again, his white hair fell down his shoulders and neck, a white spirit bead rolled out of his mouth, and the signs of decay on his face became more serious.
Ling Yun hurriedly took the powder from the dressing table and smeared it on Nangong Qi's face again and again, but no matter how she covered it up, the traces of decay were still shocking.
She started to panic and frantically knocked over the rouge and gouache on the table.
It's useless, everything is useless.
Ling Yun stretched out his hand to hold Nangong Qi's hand and begged: "Nangong Qi! You are the Immortal Lord Youhuang! How could you die so easily? The Immortal Lord—the Immortal Lord—"
Mo Yan and Hua Yueran rushed in, and then Xiao Fuyu and Han Zhu also heard the sound.
They looked at the scene in front of them. Ling Yun, the lord of all demons, was so panicked that he was like a mad beast.
"Demon Lord!"
Hua Yueran rushed over in a hurry. Ling Yun wanted to touch Nangong Qi again, but Mo Yan and Han Zhu hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.
Mo Yan shouted: "Demon Lord, please wake up, Mr. Nangong is really dead!"
Ling Yun's eyes widened and he said tremblingly: "I don't believe it! I don't believe it! He is still alive, he will survive. Mo Yan, he is the reincarnation of Youhuang Immortal Lord, he will survive!"
Mo Yan couldn't bear to see Ling Yun sink for a corpse, he roared angrily: "Demon Lord, Nangong Qi is really dead! He is really dead!
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A roar was like a wake-up call.
Ling Yun was shocked and fell to the ground in a daze.
Mo Yan couldn't bear to hold her trembling hand and choked in a low voice: "Demon Lord, Mr. Nangong is dead, just...just let him go..."
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
Ling Yun suddenly raised his head and laughed crazily. Seeing Ling Yun's crazy laughter, Han Zhu felt something was wrong. He saw that Ling Yun could no longer bear the grief in his heart and fell down.
Hanzhu hurriedly reached out and hugged her, and she had fainted in his arms.
Hua Yueran hurriedly shouted loudly: "Quickly pass on Kuli Yaolao! Quickly pass on Kuli Yaolao!"
"Yes." The guard outside the door immediately rushed to find Kuli Yaolao.
Kuli Yaolao then hurried over, and everyone carried Ling Yun onto the bed with all their hands.
Hua Yueran stayed aside to help, while Mo Yan, Xiao Fuyu, and Han Zhu walked to the side of Nangong Qi's body.
Xiao Fuyu looked at Nangong Qi's body and asked, "Mo Yan Protector, what should we do next?"
Han Zhu also said: "Young Master Nangong's body cannot be kept any longer. It is about to rot. In addition, he is the Demon Lord's inner demon. If the Demon Lord continues like this, he will go crazy."
Mo Yan gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Let him rest in peace!"
Han Zhu was startled and stared at him in disbelief: "What...what did you say?"
Mo Yan said: "If Mr. Nangong is not buried for a day, the Demon Lord will always be so reluctant to part with her. Why don't we help her cut off her bonds and let Mr. Nangong be buried as soon as possible."
Xiao Fuyu nodded and said: "Yes, we can only take responsibility for this evil person. Otherwise, when the Demon Lord wakes up, he will definitely not agree to bury him."
The three of them discussed it and decided to do it.
Yesterday's wedding banquet, today's funeral banquet.
One day passes, great sorrow and great joy.
Here, Gong Yao took everyone from the demon tribe back to the Demon King's Cave.
Demon Emperor Nai Hetian has consumed a lot of energy since breaking the God Formation, and he is still unconscious.
Yanli has been staying by his side to take care of him, and is currently sleeping next to his bed.
Gong Yao walked in slowly and when she saw Yanli beside her, she couldn't help but sigh softly and put a white cloak on her body. Then she sat down by the bed and looked at the unconscious Nai Hetian.
Looking at the haggard man in front of her, Gong Yao felt sad in her heart. She reached out and gently touched his handsome face. This was the first time she had the opportunity to touch him so close. The high and unreachable Demon Emperor .
Gong Yao's eyes couldn't help but filled with tears, and her lips trembled softly: "My Lord Demon Emperor, Yanli has been waiting by your side since you fell into coma. You will be very happy to know it! So wake up quickly. , don’t sleep anymore..."
Nai Hetian, who was in a coma, felt that he was in a dark hell, and his whole body was burned by raging fire. Suddenly, someone called him, asking him to wake up quickly.
"Who? Who is calling me?"
"Sir Demon Emperor...Sir Demon Emperor... wake up quickly!"
"Yanli...is that you?"
"Sir Demon Emperor...Sir Demon Emperor... wake up quickly!"
"Yanli...Yanli..."
He followed the sound and finally saw a ray of white light. He walked past the white light and felt a pleasant breeze blowing on his face. The feeling made him wake up immediately.
"Gong Yao..."
He suddenly opened his eyes, but there was only someone waiting in the room.
Yanli in front of his bed, he didn't know why, he called Gong Yao's name.
He felt that he was probably asleep, so he reached out and touched his forehead.
Suddenly he realized that the person guarding him was Yanli. He thought about Yanli day and night, and couldn't help but feel warm in his heart. He stretched out his hand and stroked Yanli's forehead lovingly.
Yanli's closed eyes suddenly trembled slightly, her curled eyelashes opened slightly, and she looked at Nai Hetian in front of her hazy.
"Lord Demon Emperor...you...you finally woke up!"
A haggard smile appeared on Nai Hetian's face.
Yanli was very happy and hugged him excitedly, saying, "I was really afraid that you wouldn't wake up. It's great that you finally woke up!"
Naihe Tian had never been hugged so tightly by her. This feeling made her afraid that he would run away if she let go. He couldn't help but feel very happy in his heart and said: "Fool, I am the Demon Emperor, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Demons." , how could he die so easily?"
Outside the stone gate, Gong Yao clung to the stone wall, holding back the tears in her eyes, with mixed emotions of sadness and joy.
She raised her head and cried silently, with a smile on her face, and sighed in her heart, Lord Demon Emperor... you finally woke up...
Demon Lord's Palace.
Hua Yueran has been guarding the unconscious Ling Yun these days, and Kuli Yaolao drank a lot of the medicinal soup, but the demon king still hasn't woken up.
Hua Yueran walked out with an empty medicine bowl. Mo Yan was still waiting outside the door. He saw Hua Yueran walking out with a sad expression, then shook his head at him and said: "Oh, Mo Yan is really It's pitiful, everyone has lost a lot of weight..."
Mo Yan's eyes trembled slightly, but there was nothing he could do.
Huayueran said: "Dragon Protector Mo Yan, you have worked hard these days, why not go back and rest."
Mo Yan shook his head and said: "I'm worried about Demon Lord, I really can't rest assured."
In the house, Ling Yun, who had been sleeping for an unknown amount of time, finally woke up. There was no body of Nangong Qi in the entire empty Demon Palace. She panicked, stared and exclaimed: "Mo Yan! Mo Yan!"
"Demon Lord, my subordinates are here."
Mo Yan rushed in quickly, and Hua Yueran followed immediately.
Ling Yun was wearing a moon-white singlet and frantically searched around the house, anxiously saying: "Mo Yan, where is Nangong Qi? Where is Nangong Qi?"
Mo Yan looked at Ling Yun who was going crazy and hesitated to speak.
Ling Yun suddenly felt something was wrong, grabbed Mo Yan's arm, and asked: "Mo Yan, where is Nangong Qi? Where did you hide his body?"
Mo Yan's lips trembled, he looked up at Ling Yun and said: "Demon Lord, you also said that it was a corpse. The corpse... the corpse should be buried in the ground!"
"Pa—" Ling Yun slapped Mo Yan hard on the face.
Huayue Ran was so frightened that she overturned the medicine bowl. There was a crisp sound, and the medicine bowl that fell to the ground was shattered into pieces, indicating that the broken mirror would be difficult to round.
Ling Yun looked at Mo Yan fiercely and roared: "You are so brave, who told you to bury him?"
Mo Yan clenched his hands into fists, suppressing the sadness in his heart, and said: "Demon Lord, please wake up. Mr. Nangong is dead. He is dead. Just let him rest in peace and stop torturing him! Also... Let yourself go!"
After Mo Yan finished speaking, his eyes were slightly red and tears rolled down.
However, Ling Yun was already crazy with anxiety, and she turned a blind eye to Mo Yan's sadness, because she only had Nangong Qi and Nangong Qi in her heart.
"Where did you bury him? Where did you bury him?"
