Demon Realm, Demon Flame Country, Fire-weary City.

Fire-weary City is the capital of the Demon Flame Country, starting from the outer city, the city walls are rising one after another, dividing the fire-weary city into three areas: the outer city, the inner city and the imperial city.

The imperial city surrounded in the center is the most magnificent and majestic, and the splendid buildings rely on the holy mountains in the center to row upon row, constantly rising and rising until they tower into the sky and enter the palace city above the sea of clouds.

The palace city is spread out on the sea of clouds by relying on a huge formation, and the magnificence is to the extreme, and the magnificent palaces spread out in all directions, divided into several completely different areas according to their respective functions, and the stars and moons surround the most luxurious temple in the center.

The temple is located on the top of the sacred mountain, and from the top of the sacred mountain, it is only ten miles to the northeast, and there is a tall tower.

At the top of the tower was a window open, and a woman stood in the window.

The woman's face was covered with a layer of red light veil, her long fiery red hair fluttered in the wind, and the mark of a little flame in the center of her eyebrows and a pair of crimson eyes were a little dazzling, as if they were dancing sparks that would burn at any time.

The woman leaned on the window with a pair of white and slender hands, calmly looking at the splendor in the sea of clouds.

There was a sudden "squeak" sound behind him, and a man in white pushed open the door of the tower, walked in, and said with a slight smile: "Seventh Princess, you have been looking here for sixty years, what are you looking at?"

Ling Hongluo turned to the side slightly, looked at the man in white, narrowed her eyes, and said with a smile: "You have been going back and forth like this for sixty years, and what are you doing?"

The man in white smiled heartily and said, "Naturally, it is for the pleasure of the Seventh Princess." ”

Ling Hongluo chuckled a few times, turned her head and continued to look out the window, one hand around her fire, before she said, "Then you should try to save me from here, otherwise how can I like you?"

"Doesn't the princess feel tired after sixty years of saying this?" the man in white smiled and picked up the teapot on the table, slowly poured himself a cup, and then slowly took a sip.

Ling Hongluo smiled and said, "Isn't that military advisor tired after repeating your words for sixty years?"

The man in white was slightly stunned and said, "As long as you can win the favor of the Seventh Princess, Yan Wei will never feel tired." ”

Ling Hongluo narrowed her eyes and said a little boringly: "It's really boring to talk to you." ”

"Ha, who does the seventh princess think it's interesting to talk to?" the man in white laughed playfully.

Ling Hongluo pursed her lips before she said slowly, "It's really boring to talk to someone like you. ”

"It seems that the Seventh Princess prefers to talk to stupid people. The man in white played with the teacup in his hand and said, "It's just that with the intelligence of the seventh princess, it is a little difficult for the stupid person to understand the meaning of the seventh princess." ”

The corners of Ling Hongluo's eyes and eyebrows showed a bit of teasing, and said: "Great wisdom can be foolish, and great foolishness can also be wise." ”

Yan Wei smiled "haha" and said, "Does the princess want to praise me?"

Ling Hongluo smiled: "I naturally praise you for being very smart. ”

This answer was not unexpected, anyway, no matter what Ling Hongluo said, he was the target of ridicule.

However, Yan Wei was not annoyed, just laughed a few times, and then said: "Seeing that the Seventh Princess's talent is still so agile, Yan Wei is relieved. ”

Ling Hongluo sneered and said, "That's really bothering you." ”

Yan Wei was silent for a moment before he said, "I came this time, and I have one more thing I want to tell the princess. ”

Ling Hongluo didn't speak, just turned around, looked at Yan Wei, and waited for Yan Wei to continue.

Yan Wei didn't deliberately sell Guan Zi, and then said: "Although I'm not very sure, the people who are hiding behind the scenes...... It seems to be the ancestor of the Yan clan. ”

Ling Hongluo's pupils contracted in an instant, and then gradually relaxed to a normal state, and he was silent for a moment before he muttered, "The ancestor of the Yan Clan?"

Yan Wei nodded, and continued: "He seems to want to do something with the princess's body, and the lord of the country seems to have started to make some preparations. ”

"After all these years of keeping me in captivity, is it finally time to eat meat?" said Ling Carrot with a sneer.

Yan Wei didn't answer, but said, "The seventh princess thinks she will survive...... Or will you just die?"

Ling Hongluo was silent for a long time before turning her head, continued to look out the window, and said lightly: "Death is death." ”

Yan Wei was slightly stunned, and was silent for a moment before he said a little seriously: "Seventh princess, don't be depressed, everything has not yet reached the point of exhaustion." ”

Ling Hongluo sighed, waved her hand a little tiredly, and said, "When the mountains and rivers are exhausted, it will be too late to be depressed." ”

Yan Wei stared for a moment and said, "The Seventh Princess has been waiting for so many years, and the person who has been waiting hasn't come yet, hasn't he?"

Ling Hongluo was stunned, and turned her head to look at Yan Wei who was sitting in the shadows, looking a little surprised.

Yan Wei looked at Ling Hongluo's face with surprise, his expression showed some pride, but it was also a little more gloomy, but it was all hidden in the darkness, he just picked up the teacup, took a sip slowly, and said: "In the west of the fire-weary city, there is a Shi Anzhai who specializes in selling all kinds of strange stones, and he has an unusual enthusiasm for things in the imperial city over the years. Five days ago, a Terran monk entered Shi'anzhai and did not come out again. ”

Ling Hongluo was slightly stunned, looked at Yan Wei, and waited for Yan Wei to continue.

Yan Wei didn't say any more, but said, "Did the princess remember anything?"

Ling Hongluo smiled and said, "As far as I know, there are many people who are interested in the affairs of the Imperial City. ”

Yan Wei squinted his eyes and was silent for a long time before he got up and said, "Then I'll leave below." ”

Ling Hongluo chuckled a few times and said, "I won't be far away." ”

Yan Wei put down the teacup in his hand absently, then got up and walked to the door.

Ling Hongluo watched Yan Wei close the door and was silent for a long time before sighing softly, turning around and continuing to look out the window.

Looking out of the window into the distance, there is an endless cluster of palaces that stretch to the sky.

This is an ancient country in the Demon Realm, the Demon Flame Country, which is older than any other country in the Demon Realm.

The erosion of endless years has caused the Demon Flame Kingdom to face the danger of extinction several times, but this country miraculously survived in the end.

These old stories are often dismissed as unbelievable myths, but the spirit carrot knows that it is true.

Because the kingdom has always been clouded with a shadow, and that shadow is cast by a great monster.

The person behind the scenes, Ling Hongluo didn't need Yan Wei's reminder at all to know the existence of that person, because Ling Hongluo had already seen that person, and she had seen that person as early as when she was captured sixty years ago.

That person didn't look unusual, but when Ling Hongluo faced him, she always felt a deepest fear in her heart, and she didn't even have the courage to make eye contact with that person.

That person was sitting on the throne of Breaking Army Flame at that time, and the arrogant Breaking Army Flame was prostrate at that person's feet like a dog, and he was on his knees in the empty hall, and no one would believe that the dignified Lord of the Demon Flame Country would bend his waist so easily.

The man looked at her for a long time, and then said a few funny words, and then let Po Junyan take him down and imprison him here, waiting for his further orders.

This is sixty years.

Ling Hongluo has been waiting, waiting for that person to give herself a break, not waiting for someone to save herself, as Yan Wei said.

She didn't want anyone to come, because whoever came, there was no hope.

That man is so powerful that even if his whereabouts have become a mystery in the past sixty years, his strength will not change in the slightest.

Even if he is really not there, even if she can really be rescued, there is no escape at the ends of the earth.

It is enough to die alone, if you have to let people save you and let those people die too, when you were facing the Breaking Army Flame, it would be a bit redundant to exchange your life for Chu Zi'er and Lijuan.

But Ling Hongluo is also slightly unwilling, she is unwilling to die like this, she still has a lot of things to do in this world, she still has a big revenge to avenge, she is unwilling.

So when she heard what Yan Wei said, she was slightly stunned, a little sad, and a little happy.

It's sad that someone will be in crisis because of her, and it's happy that she hasn't been forgotten, and someone still remembers her and someone cares about her.

A visitor to the world?

Ling Hongluo pursed her lips slightly, and her expression was a little stunned.

Terran monks...... There is only one person who would be willing to take such a big risk for her, right?

It's been sixty years, and he's finally here?

It's just that he shouldn't have come.

The corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly, and then she whispered to herself: "Let's go, don't come......"

At the same time, in the west of the Fire-Weary City under the sea of clouds, a young man appeared between the buildings full of the rough and wild style of the demons.

Chu Feng raised his head, looked at these signboards, looked at them one by one, and kept asking along the way, and finally saw a somewhat dilapidated signboard - Shi Anzhai.

Chu Feng looked at the signboard, smiled, then frowned slightly, and turned his head to look at a corner next to the street.

In that corner, there sat a demon monk, with a rag spread out in front of him, and some foreign iron was placed on the rag, and he was haggling with a guest.

Chu Feng walked to the corner with a smile, squatted down, picked up a few pieces of foreign iron, weighed them in his hand, and then asked very seriously, "How does Xingtie calculate?"

The demon monk glared at him, and said coldly: "Open your dog's eyes wide, is this a star iron, this is clearly ......"

"Falling Meteoric Iron?" Chu Feng laughed a few times, his fingers lightly brushed the surface of the alien iron, and a layer of iron powder suddenly sprinkled down from the surface of the alien iron, revealing the true face under the surface, the pitch-black iron was covered with white spots, like the stars on the night, "Is it still Meteorite now?"

"This-" The demon monk was stunned for a moment, and the guest from before was furious when he saw this: "It turns out that you are all fakes!"

The demon monk glared at Chu Feng angrily, but Chu Feng smiled, clapped his hands, and patted the iron powder on his hands clean before saying: "The ability to fake is not good, even if there is no difference in the feel and texture between the star iron and the falling meteorite iron, but ...... Meteorite iron and star iron can't be completely fused, and if you fill it evenly in the middle with a layer of stone powder made from the core stone, it will be difficult to identify. ”

Chu Feng said as he walked into Shi Anzhai.

The layout in Shi Anzhai is very simple and simple, and a young man on the circle chair at the entrance looked at Chu Feng lazily with a weed in his mouth, and after looking at it for a while, he said lazily: "Coming?"

Chu Feng was slightly stunned, then smiled and nodded.

The young man pursed his lips, leaned out and looked at the demon monk on the corner of the street who was surrounded by the crowd, and then said, "I've been to see it, but what others sell is genuine, when did you secretly change it for someone?"

Chu Feng smiled "haha" and said, "The speed is fast enough, the technique is ingenious enough, and it can naturally be changed." ”

The young man shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's really boring, bullying children." ”

Chu Feng was silent for a moment before he said, "That's not a child, it's a ninth-order mid-level monk. ”

The young man was stunned, sat up and looked at Chu Feng with a look of disbelief.

The young man sat for a while, and then the whole person lay down casually again, and said nonchalantly: "It seems that he has been targeted for a long time." ”