"Doll, doll, sister is like a doll, you do it she raises her hand, and walks with your heart......"

"Porcelain doll, porcelain doll, my sister is a porcelain doll, it will break with a gentle push, you have to pinch her carefully......"

"The doll cries, the doll laughs, the doll is not well-behaved, it is troublesome, the eyes are sealed, the mouth is sewn, the backbone is broken, and the heart is stripped away......"

"Doll! Doll! Which girl is singing, and the strange tone is annoying!" a humanoid monster angrily waved the sharp knife in his hand, hoping to dispel the lingering singing.

"This marching and fighting, not to mention boosting morale, what kind of doll is not doll or not! I want my child to go home to nurse, what are you messing around here! The girl really has no brains, and it is useless at all!"

The monsters who complained loudly missed the mocking glances of the other wise monsters.

In all fairness, the singing voice is not unpleasant, and the lyrics are nothing compared to the various strange tunes of the demons.

But listening to it in my ears gives birth to an uncomfortable feeling in my heart, as if I am bound by layers of spider silk, and my limbs and five senses are gradually moving away from me, and I can't help but move my every move, as if I have become the doll in the song, and I am by the existence of the dark at my fingertips.

The monster flipped its sharp knife and danced in reverse, each step had a trace of blood line drawn a beautiful arc, and the last line of blood crossed the eye, and when the darkness blinded the eyes, the blood line converged in the heart, and a red flower nourished by life bloomed on the monster's chest.

The humanoid monsters died without the slightest wave, no one stupidly jumped out to question, no one roared for revenge, and the silent army of monsters that were already sparse from each other was even more separated from each other, and even the incessant roars and howls of one after another calmed down a little.

Just as the monsters were secretly guessing whether the dead monster would be made into a doll, the monster's corpse '——!' sounded as if it was being held by a giant hand and crushed into mud.

Black shadow-like flames ignited, and not a single remnant of the dead monster was left in the world.

"Peeling the skin and dismantling the bones into a doll is not qualified!" The crimson eyebrows and eyes in the veil were cold, and only when he looked down at the mirror would he reveal a bit of penetrating tenderness.

The demons around the veil only felt a cold body, tsk, I don't know what kind of wind the crazy woman in the sedan chair is pumping, enthusiastically and resolutely ask for his life to go to the front line and fight one of the most difficult bones, I don't know if they are dragging their time to fight slowly? Although there are many cannon fodder in the demon world, they still have to cherish the troops, and those human races who have signed contracts with the creatures of the demon world use the monsters of the demon world as cannon fodder, they are really not home-owned, and they are not distressed, sooner or later they must be taught to be human beings, let them know that the contract is not so easy to sign! Monsters are not so easy to pit!

Forget it, just fight, it's better to kill the people than to be in the demons.

Crimson didn't know what the demons around her thought, and she didn't care, she just happily hummed a small tune she created: "Supporting the bones, covering the skin, the little doll is so cute......"

As the Crimson Witch who sat down as the King of Shura, she had a wayward position and wanton strength, so why didn't she follow her master's will? She was not the guardian of the Orderliness camp, and besides, what kind of order and rules did she need to talk about with the demons? Most of the creatures would answer no.

Not to mention that it's just a demon with an incomplete soul, it's a demon clan whose status is above these monsters, and the identity is far beyond theirs, if you don't like her, you will kill it, and those demon gods will at most give her a verbal warning, and no one will really trouble her.

He's going to protect her, even if he doesn't like her as much as she once thought.

The man on the throne seems to have sat here for thousands of years, without seeing any dust, but the whole person has become one with the stone throne, and the vicissitudes of life are dead and silent, engraved with strong traces of time.

An unknown source of light casts from the dark dome canopy, and the pillar of light that is used to piercing up and down is the only candle flame in the place.

The dim reflection of the empty stone chairs around them, there seemed to be dark shadows on the stone chairs, but on closer inspection, no one existed.

The man opened his eyes and slowly awoke from his long sleep, fluttering, and the sound of the stone skin peeling in the air sounded.

A hazy red point of light appeared in the pillar of light, and the flickering red point of light left the pillar of light and floated down to the stone chair closest to the man.

The light dispersed, and in the red light, a black-haired man with pointed ears and small horns on his forehead knelt on the ground with his right hand on his chest and one knee.

"Greetings to my king. The man's tone was respectful and humble.

"It's Modona, no need to be polite. How long did Lone sleep this time. ”

"Back to my king, seven hundred years have passed, do you need to summon the Nine Rakshasas?"

"No hurry, what about Crimson?"

"Uh...... Crimson...... Crimson scarlet sama she ......"

"It's hard to answer, but she's in trouble again. Looking at the hesitant Modona below, King Shura's originally stretched eyebrows couldn't help frowning slightly, looking a little troubled and helpless.

"Lord Crimson, she, at the invitation of the Demon God Solomon, went to the Kakuin Fist. ”

"Kokure ......," King Shura repeated in a puzzled whisper, the name was a little unfamiliar.

"The Law Hidden Realm. ”

King Shura instantly understood, and sighed: "That frontier domain. ”

With a smile on his face, he asked the man next to him, "Won't you help her hide it?"

The black-haired man with small horns on his forehead bowed respectfully, his head lowered and his black hair was hidden: "Modo, that is only loyal to the Shura King." ”

The man on the throne smiled: "You go down." ”

Modona wanted to ask when King Shura would convene the Nine Directions Rakshasa , but seeing that His Majesty didn't want to talk more, he swallowed all the inquiries and responded respectfully and meekly: "Yes!"

The man turned into a little red light again, and disappeared in the pillar of light.

Mordona opened his eyes in the chair, a glimmer of disappointment.

Crimson Witch ......

He was really dissatisfied and disgusted with this woman.

When the king woke up from his slumber, the first thing he did was neither to ask him about the Nine Rakshasas nor for him to summon the Nine Rakshasas, but to ask about this woman who kept causing trouble!

This woman really occupies too much of the king's attention and mental energy, and constantly makes enemies for the king and the Shura clan, so that the Shura clan keeps bleeding for her.

The Shura clan is murderous and warlike, but not in such a form of back-to-back for others.

The changes in the Nine Directions Rakshasa are getting bigger and bigger, and the king's heart is increasing unabated, if the king continues to let it go......

The Shura clan is probably going to change another king again.

King Shura looked at the empty and seemingly lonely hall, put away the troubles and helplessness on his face, and stared at the pillar of light where the red light disappeared, with a trace of coldness swimming in his eyes.

Only loyal to King Shura......

This word 'only' is really well said——!

How many kings of the Shura clan have changed?

But only this Shura king's close attendant, Modona, has always been ......

Such an existence must be fearful of the superiors.

But all those kings are gone, and he is the only one who remains!

No hurry, no hurry......

Now this is just right, it depends on who can't hold their breath first.

From ancient times to the present, after several kings have not fallen, then let Gu see your ability and see how proud you are......

And by what qualifications are you to be lonely and to demand all kinds of things from us——!

Looking at the Xiongcheng standing on the golden desert from afar, surrounded by blood and fire, but the cold air is unabated, the white and tender little hands lightly tapped the red lips, and the crimson took a long breath and spit it out, and read the name above the gate of the city word by word: "Shu-Night-City." ”

"Good sister, sister is here. ”

"This fireworks in the sky are bright and gorgeous, and it really makes my sister very happy to greet each other!"

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